Dark Dementia

Returning to Normal: Azizi & Eric

2012-09-07T14:28:56Z

It have been a long time since Azizi had felt this excited. Not since they found out that Eric was pregnant. The announcement had done much to them, turning them into a normal couple in many respects, partly from Azizi's need to not cause his children any harm. So he loved Eric tenderly, letting the darker desires build up to be released when it would be safe for them and Eric to be released. And it was now. The car was being put into park, and they were getting out. Azizi held himself perfectly, no betrayal of the desires rolling inside of him like a hurricane.

He ushered Eric through the house, even pausing to check on the children. After informing the nanny that they were going to need some alone time, he then ushered his wife toward their bedroom. But they did not stop there. They went beyond and into the secret room right off their personal room. This was when all his darker instincts and desires were released, in their sanctuary. He turned to Eric. and immediately pinned him - roughly - back against the door that had just close. A hand was on his slender throat, not threatening but firm. He tilted his head back and gazed down into those bewitching eyes Eric possessed.

"Tell your master what you want, and maybe I will grant your wish," he said darkly, but the lustful desire and darkly twisted love he held for Eric was there as well. Never would he bring harm to the one he loved. Never. But they both yearned for this.

The Awakening of the Beast: Azizi, Eric, Liam & Nicu

2012-09-03T01:53:16Z

It was thankful that the maid did not listen to the warnings to leave Basile's suite alone with the sounds of breaking a cries came from it. Thankful that she also waited until the blonde man left the room like a storm cloud, since it meant she did not become a victim to his anger. Lucky, as well, that she knew enough to help the frail blonde man she found crumpled upon the disaster area that was now the rooms he had shared with the man who had just left.

But for Basile, his luck had run out. His anger had taken him too far for there to be a return. And as soon as he was admitted into the hospital, a friend of the Nazari's on the floor in the emergency room made one single call. Answering, Azizi Nazari listened and left the room he was in, leaving behind Eric and the twins as he kept his face business like, and his word benign. And only when he was alone, so Eric would not hear, did he speak frankly.

As soon as he was done speaking with the nurse, he hung up and made a very important call. When Liam picked up, he kept it simple. Telling him that Nicu had gotten seriously hurt and was at the hospital. That he and Eric would be leaving to be sure he was receiving proper care. He answered no additional inquiries and hung up, knowing that anymore than that wouldn't be well to give over the phone.

And then he was standing in the doorway to his room where Eric sat with the twins, the nanny coming in beside him to take over the children. "Basile returned, and Nicu went to him. He's now in the hospital, in surgery." He paused a moment before adding, softly, "He was pregnant."

Morning After: Nicu & Liam

2011-06-16T23:17:15Z

When Nicu began to wake, he was aware of a few strange things, strange simply because he was not use to them. He was not use to the warmth and feel of a strong body, since Basile hated it when he clung to him in the night. Another thing was how comfortable he felt, and how much he wanted to just stay in this state of barely wakefulness. And another thing was the immediately knowledge this was not Basile and he was perfectly alright with that. He felt bad, knowing he should not be this comfortable laying with his head on some other man's chest, legs entwined as they where.

He let out a small sigh, eyes still closed as he tried to fight off waking fully. He even snuggled closer, face finding the crook of Liam's neck to press against. If anything, he could chalk up the cuddling to still being asleep. He only hoped Liam wouldn't mind, that the older man would be alright with this. He had a feeling, though, that this was not something Liam would be against. Indeed, since meeting the man seemed to not only be interested in Nicu himself, but also indulgent to his wants. It was nice, to have someone do something simply because he had asked.

This is going to spoil me. And as he said in his mind, which caused him to smile slightly.

Dinner Party: Nicu & Liam meet.

2011-03-25T17:18:46Z

Nicu was nervous, very nervous. Last night Basile had left on a business trip that had been decided on in the last minute. It meant that Nicu was not to come with him, but to stay behind in Madrid. Sure, it wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, but he never liked being without Basile. It made him more paranoid that he’d so something to displease his lover. But that wasn’t the only reason why. The other reason had come in the form of an unexpected phone call shortly after Basile had left.

It had been Eric Nazari. He had invited Nicu to a small, intimate dinner celebrating his birthday, and Nicu could not refuse. Why? Because he truly enjoyed the younger man’s company, and because, well, there was simply no reason to refuse. So he had agreed, and then had spent the entire day today out looking for something that could be a good gift for the man he’d only, really, just met. It had been hard to think on, because Eric could honestly get whatever he wanted.

Well, Eric was pregnant… So he ended up at his favorite little pastry shop and obtained a box with sampler sizes of their most popular selections. The cute, elderly baker in the shop also added in a few crème filled pastries that she knew were favorites of pregnant customers. And armed with that plain white box, decorated with a pale blue ribbon and bow, he arrived on time at the villa belonging to the Nazari’s.

The size of the place was, simply, daunting to the boy use to ghetto’s and hotel suites. Allowed in by a servant, he was guided to where everyone was. Azizi and Eric were easily recognizable, as they’d stand out anywhere. Together they simply looked like the perfect power couple, something caught by the pictures of them, but nowhere near as intense as it was to see in person. And then there was one other man… Eyes straying his way briefly Nicu was caught by how gorgeous the obviously older man looked, but he forced his eyes away so he could smile at Eric.

“Happy Birthday,” he said in English for Eric’s benefit. And as he stood there, he hoped the fading bruise to his cheek wasn’t as ugly looking as he remembered it having been. And he hoped that the bruise to his ribcage area would not make sitting down to eat too uncomfortable.

Hurricane Eric

2011-02-12T02:19:01Z

After receiving that text from Eric, Azizi felt an impending sense of… something. Certainly not doom, but that something was going to come from his wife’s chance meeting with Delacroix’s male mistress. There was something about the situation that just oozed a feeling of importance. And as such, he decided to make quick work of the items left for him to accomplish that day, moving quickly to return home. He wanted to be there as soon as Eric got in, wanting his wife’s immediate reaction from the meeting.

And he brought Liam along with him. He knew that after speaking with Eric that he’d need his most trusted associate, the man he knew would one day be his right hand. And by fate or luck, they returned to the villa before Eric. A brief time to see Damian before he was off to play, and then drinks in his office as they waited.

They did not have to wait long.

Azizi was halfway through a tumbler of whiskey when he heard Eric enter the villa. He took another drink, sharing a look with Liam briefly. And as he set his glass down in came his beautiful lover, his wife, obviously bothered. Azizi took him in his arms, face tightening. “What’s wrong?”

A simple question asked which unleashed a rapid release of information. Azizi calmed as he found out the reason for Eric being upset. It was nothing to do with something having been done to Eric, but more the implied happenings in the boy’s life. And Azizi had to admit, from what he knew happened in Eric’s past, he understood. And it even left him with a bad taste in his mouth. But a connection had been made nonetheless, and Eric had the boy’s number. Good.

And once the tirade slowed Azizi calmed Eric the best he knew how. A few well placed, slow kisses followed by assurances he’d look into everything, and ended with mentioning Damian’s urge to see Eric. And once he was gone, leaving just as quickly as a hurricane with his temper having flown… left Azizi looking at Liam.

“What do you think?” he asked, picking his glass up once more and taking another drink.

Eric & Nicu: First Meeting

2011-02-05T16:38:52Z

It was the afternoon, a nice, warm afternoon, and Nicu was tired of hanging around the Hotel. He knew Spanish, so he saw no need to being cooped up, and he was sure Basile couldn't deny him the right to go and explore the city that was currently his home. So he left the hotel dressed in an expensive pair of jeans that fit his hips perfectly with a low rise that let the beginning hipbones just out. It was paired with a black tank top as well as a light blue dress shirt, left open. And he had a few necklaces adorning him, the most prominent being the antique looking evil eye pendant, a gift from his grandmother when he had left Romania behind.

He walked the part of the city near his hotel, familiarizing himself with streets and shops. And around lunch time he found himself faced with the dilemma of where he wanted to eat. That was when he saw the extremely charming cafe which allowed for sitting and eating outside on a patio. He couldn't resist. And it wasn't like he didn't have the funds to eat there. Basile saw to it that he was well funded. He smiled a bit sadly. One of the perks of being a Mistress, being well paid.

He shook that thought off and entered the establishment and was seated outside. It was nice, and he was placed right up by the hostess, so he got to watch as people poured in for the lunch hour. And soon, the place was packed. Currently, Nicu was sipping on his iced tea, waiting for his food when a somewhat shocking sight met his eyes. Eric Nazari. Basile had gone to that wedding... and Nicu had seen the pictures. And now there was one half of the new power couple.

Azizi and Eric: The wedding night

2011-02-01T19:39:05Z

It had only been a week, and yet so much happened that, for Eric, life once again seemed like a blur. Like Azizi had promised, there was more than enough dirt on Fatima to get the woman and her parents to sign away their rights to Damian quickly, and the custody arrangements were being finalized. Eric also put in his bid to adopt the boy, making his guardianship official, and that was also being worked on. Damian seemed to like life with them all right enough, even though Eric knew that it would be an adjustment. Still, it was all going much more smoothly than he'd anticipated, which was good enough for him.

The week had also been spent on the final arrangements for Eric's wedding to Azizi. Even though Eric had not really done much in the manner of planning for the big day, he still had his part in it, and everything went off without a hitch. It was a rather small and intimate affair, albeit one that would have made the British Royal Family jealous. From the ceremony to the floral arrangements to to dress that Eric wore, everything was flawless.

Of course, the press were out in droves, which was something Eric was still getting used to. He'd gotten some pointers from Azizi's mother and sisters, however, so he was able to pull off the obligatory photo ops and such with ease. Even the fact that his parents were not in attendance--he claimed it was because they did not accept his marrying a man, even if the truth was they simply were not invited--was glossed over and everything working only in their favor.

After the reception was over, the newly wed Nazari couple made their way to their honeymoon destination. The exact locale had been kept a secret from Eric, since Azizi wanted to surprise his new wife. Once they got there, Eric was amazed. Never had he seen such luxury before today.

Azizi, Eric & Damian: Meeting his new Mommy.

2011-01-29T05:28:31Z

Once it was decided that they would go for full custody of Damian, Azizi put things into motion. He got a lawyer, and began setting things up before approaching the boy’s mother and her family. He also arranged for Damian to take a trip to Spain, a week to spend with them so that his son might meet his future step-mother. It was hardly going to be denied by that druggie’s family, especially when he put in a little extra money to make their complaints unvoiced.

So his first born was flown over, accompanied by Liam, Azizi's right hand man and most trusted friend. Meeting the boy at the airport he watched the almost five year old as he stepped down from the plane. The boy looked sharp in his little outfit of khakis and a polo shirt, likely new purchased, as would be the rest of his clothes sent over… all of which would be donated as he had made sure they had proper clothes for him to wear.

He didn’t smile as Damian came to him, and the boy did not smile at him either. However, Azizi’s expression softened. What happened then was the boy’s escort into the chauffeured car and a long route taken back to the villa. During the ride Azizi had a serious conversation with the boy, not talking down to him as the kid quickly displayed an intelligence and understanding above his actual age. So by the time they arrived at the villa, Damian knew that he was meeting a man who would be his mommy. Someone his father loved, and someone who would love Damian and take care of him as if he was Eric’s own. He also explained the fact Eric was pregnant and would soon give him a brother or sister soon, someone who would need their big brother.

And so Azizi walked into the house with a curious boy at his side, eyes the same deep brown as his father’s looking for his new mommy, who was promised to be so much better than his other one. And Azizi knew the boy would not be disappointed. “Eric, we’re here.”

Azizi and Eric: A baby (or two...) on the way

2011-01-29T04:24:01Z

It had been a couple of weeks since Eric and Azizi had made the move to Spain. Azizi’s villa was nothing short of spectacular, and Eric had never seen anything quite like it before, but now it was his home. And in that short amount of time, he’d grown to love it very much. While his fiance was working, he took care
of the household duties, grateful that he’d taken Spanish in high school. Azizi had also hired Eric his own personal assistant, a sweet young lesbian female in her early twenties who was multilingual and helped out when his Spanish failed him. It was also good to have the company while his fiance was away, but as much as he enjoyed that, nothing compared to the time he spent with Azizi.

One thing Eric had noticed since the move was that, not only was he sleepy a lot, but he was also getting queasy on
occasion amongst other things. It was all just very strange, and he wondered if he was coming down with a virus or something, since the fast pace of the past few months just might have taken its toll on his body. He had gone to the doctor, the best in Madrid, the day before, and had gotten blood samples drawn. He never liked having that done, but he understood why it was necessary.

He was having a particularly rough afternoon with not feeling well the following day, and he retired to the bedroom that he
shared with Azizi. He was about to strip down and crawl into bed when he received a call, and the news of what the cause of all his symptoms was. It was the last thing he had been expecting to hear, and it was, well, quite a shock. A million things raced through his mind as he processed the news, and he was bouncing between elation and extreme nervousness as he thought about it.

One thing that he did know was that he needed to feel as close to Azizi as he could in that moment, since his fiance was in meetings that afternoon and he did not wish to interrupt. So he did the next best thing: he slipped off his clothing and went into his lover’s closet, taking out one of the man’s black silk shirts. He slipped that on, along with a pair of matching silk panties that he’d acquired recently thanks to Azizi’s indulging him in his fetish for women’s clothing.

Once he did so, he crawled into bed, pulling his fiance’s pillow close to his body, curling up with it. He tried to nap, but his mind was going way too fast for him to actually sleep. The bottom line was that he hoped Azizi would take the news well, because he honestly did not know what to expect.

Upon arriving in Spain Azizi had gotten to spend two wonderful days acclimating himself to the change. Two wonderful days, which ended in the flurry of the company he belonged to. Back to work he went, engaging in meetings, and placating irritated researches who had had their research interrupted in order for the move to take place. It meant long days, which occasionally
stretched into long nights, but he always came home to Eric.

And while he wasn’t necessarily around a lot, he was still around enough to notice things, with his own eyes and from what the staff informed him of. And, of course, Tasha. The personal assistant hired specifically to aide Eric. The tiredness and sickness worried him, and he’d been happy when Eric had finally gone to see a doctor. He was worried about the health of his fiance, not wanting anything incurable to pop up, not now when he
finally found who he wanted to spend his life with.

This meant he made a short day of it the day after the appointment, knowing Eric would be hearing back on the tests, and knowing Eric would not call to tell him. His perfect lover, considerate in ways most would not be, and he certainly did not need to be. Arriving home, he was immediately met with a flurry of activity. Reports on calls and mail from the head of staff, a few instructions on what was to be made for dinner, and then a moment to speak
with Tasha.

In that talk he learned Eric had a rough morning, and that a call from the doctor has come through. She didn’t know the results, Eric had not reemerged from their room. A place the staff rarely went. He gave a curt nod, leaving his blazer behind in his study. Long quick strides brought him to their bedroom door, and with knocking, he entered the room, closing the door behind him. In the dim light provided from the windows he saw one of the loveliest sights he had ever encountered. His
slender little Eric in one of his shirts, curled up with his pillow. He licked his lips. And panties, little black panties.

“I’m home,” he said softly, in case Eric was asleep. He moved more into the room, loosening his tie and disposing of it, letting it fall to the floor. He had his shirt un-tucked and unbuttoned as he knelt onto the bed. Moving up behind him, he spooned his fiance’s slight form. He wrapped his arms around Eric, carefully, and pulled him back against his body. “How
are you feeling?”

Eric had dozed off by the time Azizi arrived home, only starting to wake when he heard his fiance walk in to the bedroom and announce his presence. He smiled a little, making a small purring sound as he leaned back against his lover. He was quite content
just like this, and could have stayed in this position forever.

“A little better,” he replied, his voice soft and just a little sleepy. Of course, now that he was waking up and Azizi was here, a touch of worry fluttered through him. What if Azizi wanted him to get rid of it? Or worse, thought he did this on purpose? Because he hadn’t done that, not at all. Not that he thought his fiance would accuse him of lying or doing something wrong, and he knew it was silly, but he couldn’t help
it.

Eric tried to push the thoughts aside, taking in this wonderful moment instead. “I heard from the doctor today,” he began, since that was safe. He didn’t know what the staff had told Azizi, and he hadn’t said a word of the news to anyone, so best to keep it there for the moment.

Azizi was smiling, naughty little thoughts entering his mind despite the situation. He kissed on the back of Eric’s neck, a hand snaking its way beneath the shirt his little lover wore. “I had heard you did.” He said honestly. Eric knew the staff always
reported to him. Azizi needed to know everything in his home, and that included knowing about Eric. Kissing on Eric’s neck some more, he added in a little nip.

“What did he say?” he asked, thinking it wasn’t anything serious. Eric would sound more distressed if it was. so he thought it was likely all well, nothing major. So he went on with applying kisses to the very kissable stretch of skin, his hands moving over Eric’s abdomen and up to his chest and those lovely nipple
rings.

Eric knew full well that the staff
told Azizi about him, and he had no issues with that. After all, Azizi was the man of the house, and it did work both ways. There was never anything amiss in what was said in either case, so it was all fine with him.

He was getting quite distracted with all those touches, those kisses to his neck, and he even gave a soft moan as Azizi’s fingers found the rings that adorned his nipples. But no, he had to tell his fiance. This was extremely important, and the man had the right to know. It wasn’t just
about Eric here, this concerned them both.

Shifting so that he could try and look at Azizi’s face despite the awkward angle, he took a deep breath. Finally, he just decided to say it.

“You’re going to be a father. I’m pregnant, Azizi.” And there it was, and Eric bit his lower lip after he finished speaking. God, he hoped this would be all right.

Azizi was loath to leave off his kissing, and he really did love playing with those nipple rings. But when Eric moved to look at him, he did leave off. Looking back at Eric, he... didn’t quite expect to hear what he did. He fell silent upon hearing the news, not because it was unwanted, but because his mind thought back. Full Moon, hadn’t they been careful on Full Moons? Did that mean that someone else had touched... But no. That thought died in his head before it was finished forming.

He remembered. The night Michael had tried for Eric. His eyes closed for a moment as he calmed himself back down. If Michael had managed to force himself on Eric... Oh God. Opening his eyes again he moved, sliding over Eric, a hand guiding his fiance until he lay on his back, looking up at Azizi. He touched the side of Eric’s face softly, quiet, eyes boring into Eric’s...

“And they’re sure?” Of course he had to ask. Had to be sure before he let himself embrace this new information.

Eric remained silent as well, watching as Azizi closed his eyes. He was becoming a little more nervous now, since he had no way of knowing what was going on inside his fiance’s head. He really hoped this would be all right, because even though he knew he was only eighteen and was unsure of his own future parenting abilities, he did want this child. The more he thought about it, the more he desired this.

Soon enough, though, he was being placed onto his back, his eyes fixated on Azizi. He heard the question, and he nodded, affirming what was being said.

“They’re positive. They said I’m almost two months along,” he stated, since he and Azizi had been together for over three months now. There was no question that the child now growing inside of Eric was Azizi’s, since he could account for his whereabouts for every minute of their relationship. With that said, he waited, hoping this would be taken well.

Hearing that... Azizi finally stopped holding himself back. Yes, that time frame let him know that this was indeed his, as if he’d doubt it. No, he knew that if Eric was pregnant it was with his kid. He would never doubt that. The feeling that invaded Azizi was nto one he was use to feeling. It was a tender feeling, loving... and happy.

Leaning down he kissed Eric softly, touching
him gingerly. His baby. Eric was pregnant with hsi baby. He felt elated. It made Eric that much more his. His partner, their child. Eric was carrying his child. Suddenly everything about Eric was... delicate. There was a child growing in there, after all.

“I love you.” He said before kissing him again. There was going to be a lot to talk about now.

Eric watched as Azizi’s expression changed, returning that soft kiss. He’d seen his fiance be loving before but not quite to this degree. It put a smile on his face, and he knew some
things were going to change. But in this case, change would not necessarily be a bad thing. Not at all.

“And I love you,” he replied, reaching up to touch Azizi’s hair, his fingers fluffing it out a little so it was less businesslike and more tousled, just the way he really liked it. Once that second kiss ended, he sought out those dark eyes once more. “Are you all right?” A rather silly question, one that he knew the answer to, but he needed that verbal confirmation right then. He was sure
that his fiance would understand.

A smirk appeared as Eric fussed with his hair. A very Eric gesture, and Azizi did not mind it. Whatever made Eric happy. Moving, he stretching out at his fiance’s side, head coming to rest propped up in his hand as his other hand went to
Eric stomach, beneath the shirt. “Of course I am. You’re having my child, why would I not like this idea?”

And then he grinned. “Well, I do not like the idea of it. More like love the idea.” Leaning down closer he nuzzled Eric’s neck. “It means you’ll always be a part of my life.” It also meant that... well, Azizi needed to move their wedding date closer, which meant meeting his family sooner. All doable, of course. So long as they were wed by the time their child was
born.

Eric smiled even more when Azizi
answered him, and that grin...it just melted his heart. He didn’t think he could love his fiance any more than he already did, but he felt himself falling for the man even more in that moment. “I am. I’m having your baby,” he repeated, giggling a little as his neck was nuzzled.

Of course, he was starting to think of all the things that now needed to be done. They had the room for a nursery, this would not be an issue, but there was so much that went with it all. Not to mention, yes, the wedding
date. He knew he did not want to be huge for the wedding, regardless of the date.

“I’ve got so much on my mind, I don’t even know where to start,” he admitted, and he wondered if Azizi was thinking along similar lines, as well.

Azizi started kissing on that neck again, getting close and comfy to his fiance. He started to trace little design over Eric’s stomach, liking that spot because, well, that was his child growing in there. He didn’t pause at Eric’s words, just smiled. His own mind was busy, blazing through thoughts.

The wedding would need to be coordinated with others, of course. So that could wait until later. They had plenty of time for the babies’ room, and for interviewing a nanny. But then... there was Damian. He did leave off his kisses when his thoughts moved to his son. Propping his head up again he looked back down at Eric. It was something casually mentioned between them before, a verification of the fact he did have a child already.

“Then maybe we should start with the past.” His figners moved again, caressing the smooth skin of Eric’s belly. “We need to talk about Damian. People will be bringing him back into the press now, especially with you pregnant.”

Eric smiled even more as Azizi’s hand rested against his abdomen. Yes, this was really happening, their baby was really growing in there. It was an indescribable feeling for him, the more he thought about it. When the kisses stopped, he was about to ask what was up, but then his fiance was talking.

Yes, he did know Azizi had an illegitimate son, but that was
all he knew. He had not paid any mind to the press his fiance had garnered in the past, but was now quite curious about all of it. “Okay, and you’re right,” he agreed, looking back into Azizi’s face. “Is it okay to ask what the press said? I’m afraid I didn’t pay attention to any of those things when I was back in high school.”

His hand continued on, caressing that stomach that housed their child. He was going to be honest, of course. No sense being anything less than. He’d hear things from the press, and he deserved the truth. “His mother is the daughter of a family that was the head of a well to-do medical based corporation. She was one of the people being considered for me to marry when the time came, and she got greedy.”

He sneered,
remembering her very well. “Fatima was a money grubbing bitch. She moved to corner me, get me to marry her, and desperate as all hell.” After all, he’d made it very clear to her he rather despised the idea of being with a female. “She kept up, and pissed me off by opening her mouth to the wrong person about my private life. So I ruined her, and her family who put her up to it. Fucked her and left her pregnant. Brought their company down around their ears, and fed the media all the little lies they wanted.

“She became nothing but a money grubbing slut. Trying to tie the heir to a multi-billion dollar corporation through pregnancy and marriage. Lovers coming out of the woodwork, meaning a blood test needed to be performed. I knew the child was mine, but it was all to drag her down.” He gave Eric a meaningful look, letting him know that this was something he need never fear. This was a wanted child, not a child born of vengeance.

“She lives on our sufferance in the States,
nothing but a crack whore, leaving Damian to be raised by her parents.”

Eric remained quiet as Azizi confided in him, and yes, he knew his fiance was telling him the truth. He shook his head at certain parts, mainly because of what that girl had done, and he did catch
that look. It helped to reassure him a great deal.

He waited until Azizi was done before he spoke. “You were expected to marry someone chosen for you? I did not know that.” Not to mention that, didn’t Azizi’s parents know that their son was gay? Never mind that Eric doubted he could ever have sex with a woman himself, but that was him personally. He understood completely what Azizi did, and why he did it.

“How long ago did this happen?” he asked, since he knew that, even if this was recent, he would have been sixteen at the oldest when it happened. And no, he would never hold Azizi’s past against him. It was just that, the past.

One side of his lips quirked up. “I had been. Lets just say my parents saw the error of their ways after Fatima.” Of course a liberal dose of threatening had helped things along as well. “They trust me to make my own decisions in the matter of my love life.” His hand moved from that smooth, flat stomach up to Eric’s face, fingers tracing over Eric’s beautiful features. “My partner could
never be anything but perfect. And you? Are far more perfect than I could have ever envisioned you being.”

Leaning in he kissed his fiance in a light, lingering kiss. “As for Damian’s Age?” he said as he pulled away from those lips once more. “He’ll be five in a few months.” Azizi then grinned. “Exceptionally bright by all accounts. Already ahead of his class, and apparently more like a Nazari in actions than anyone in Fatima’s piss poor family.”

“I am glad that they’ve allowed that for you,” Eric replied honestly.
He wanted to be absolutely sure that he had at least a chance of being accepted by Azizi’s family, since he had walked away from his own recently. He smiled even more as his face was touched, those words making even more happy emotions well up within him. “You are the perfect one,” he said, returning the kiss happily.

He smiled a bit more as his fiance talked about his son. “He sounds like a great kid.” Despite how the mother sounded, from what he could tell anyway. “Almost five...hmmm...”
He knew that he would be nineteen in a few months, so he did some quick math in his head. “That means I was about thirteen when all of that happened for you.” Suddenly he felt very young, even though he knew that was all right.

Oh, Eric would be accepted by his family.
Azizi had made certain of that. And the fact he was obviously a fertile child carrier, well, that would only add in his favor. Eric would have no trouble being accepted into his family. He’d seen to that.

“Well, you may have been thirteen, but that hardly means anything.” He paused for a moment, looking as if he fell deep in thought. “With us becoming a family... we might want to think of gaining full custody of Damian. He’d benefit by being with us, and it would keep bad press from you
and our child.” Another pause. “Not that he’d inherit. Our firstborn, whether male or female, will inherit the company after me. But Damian, who is obviously smart, could end up being an asset if raised properly.”

Eric nodded about the age thing, since it was more of an observation than anything else. “You’re right. It’s just weird sometimes, when I think about the fact that this time about six months ago, I was graduating from high school.” And in a much different, much more lower class world. Not to mention that he’d never even gone to college, not that he lacked the intelligence for that. His parents had put all their college money into Richard, with Eric barely being able to afford cosmetology school, which he attended because it was cheaper than college and it was something he would not have hated doing. But that was neither here nor there any more. He still had a lot to learn about how Azizi’s world actually worked, and about the press and all that went with
it. But he did have the proper act down pat already, which he knew was an asset, and he would learn everything in time.

He considered what Azizi was suggesting about Damian, and he knew his fiance had the final say in the decision. Still, it really was not a bad idea at all. “Honestly, I don’t see why not. We have the room, and the resources. So long as it wouldn’t be a lengthy court battle, then it could only benefit everyone.” Well, benefit them, anyway. And he’d made the ‘court battle’
remark only because, despite his limited knowledge of how the media really could be, he knew that wouldn’t be good. Then again, Azizi could easily get custody if the man really wanted to.

Azizi raised his brows, looking at Eric curiously. “Is it so weird? Meeting me, falling in love and becoming a part of my life?” He leaned in close, kissing Eric’s lips softly. “I call that fate. You, everything... you were made for me, and us coming together was only a matter of time. As is this child.” And, of course, little details like the press and all that Eric would need to learn, that would come with time. All he had to do was instruct Tasha to arrange lessons, and Eric would be well on his way to being more polished than he already was. Not that he needed it. Azizi was happy with his partner the way he was. It was more his way of making sure Eric had what he needed to stand on his own those moments when he could not be at Eric’s side.

“Oh, it wouldn’t be a long battle in court.” He said, in regard to Damian. “I have been compiling information on Fatima since the babies conception. A Private Investigator has been attached to both her, her parents and Damian. So obtaining custody will be, well, child’s play.” He shrugged. Yeah, it’ll be easy. “I can start the process tomorrow. Hold off announcing your pregnancy until we have him. To the press, that is.”

Eric nodded, smiling a bit more now. Azizi had a way of saying things that made him feel a lot better and put it all into perspective. “This is
very true. I just never thought a man like you would ever want to be with a boy like me. But I am glad that I was wrong, when it came to that.” At the time, however, he didn’t know, so it did make sense. “I didn’t even know who you were, other than the hot guy at the club,” he admitted, and he figured Azizi already knew this fact, even though he’d never actually stated it out loud before. He did still worry a little about the press and how he’d be depicted, but he knew Azizi would take care of everything, and help him with the rest. He had confidence in that.

He couldn’t help but grin when his fiance spoke of the surveillance Damian and his mother had been under all this time. It did not surprise him at all, and in a way, it was good. At least he hadn’t truly abandoned the boy, after all. “I think that’s a great idea, all of it,” he mused, and he did wonder now how everyone would take the news of his pregnancy. Not worried really, so much as curious. “Is there anything that I can do, my love?”

Those first words from Eric... they had the effect of moving Azizi. He was suddenly no longer at Eric’s side, but hovering over him, legs slipping between his loves as he looked down at him. “Eric...” he said, practically growling as a hand cupped his cheek. “Never say that. Because there is no way in hell I could ever not love you. No matter how many different ways we could have met, I would have gone for you each and every time.” He leaned down, his hand having
gone from cupping to firmly holding Eric’s chin as he spoke. “You are mine, no matter what.”

And then, ignoring anything else Eric said, he kissed him. At this point, nothing else was important. It could be addressed later. Right now he just needed Eric. To impress on him that, without a doubt, he was Azizi’s. Because he hated thinking that Eric thought of himself as less. Because he wasn’t ‘less’ to Azizi. No, he was perfect to Azizi. Totally and utterly perfect.

Of course, Eric was just being honest with how he had felt
when Azizi took him home that very first night, which was something he hadn’t really thought about again until now. Maybe it was knowing that it wasn’t just him, or even just them, any longer was bringing it out. Or maybe it was the start of the changes his body would be going through hormonally. He wasn’t really sure, but Azizi’s reaction? Well, that was exactly what he needed right then. Even if he already knew in his heart how his fiance felt, that possessive confirmation made shivers travel through him. God, he loved it when his lover got this way, it made him feel more loved than he’d ever thought possible.

He immediately returned that kiss, his arms wrapping around Azizi’s strong shoulders. He wanted his man to know that he did love him, more than anything, and that he would never, ever leave. He would follow Azizi to Hell and back, it didn’t matter, so long as they could be together. And right then, he wanted Azizi to possess him, this was the father of his child, after all.

Azizi’s hand slid down from holding Eric’s jaw to lightly encircling his throat. Not threateningly. His fingers lovingly caressed that ever present collar, the visual claim he’d set for everyone to know by looking at it. He kissed Eric hard and deep, pressing his slender lover back into the mattress of their bed. God, yes, Eric was his and no one else could have him. Especially not now, with their child growing in his womb.

his hand began to move again as they kissed, the kiss seeming never ending, trailing down from that pale
lovely neck. Down over his silk covered chest, pausing over his silk covered stomach. Their child... And then on down to Eric’s bare thigh. He pulled that leg up, getting a firm grip on it as he moved his hips... pressing against those lovely silk panties. Oh, if he had his way? Those silk panties were going to become quite ruined. But no worries, he’s simply buy Eric more.

Eric gasped as that hand wrapped lightly around his throat, completely trusting Azizi, knowing the man would never hurt him. He groaned into that kiss, his body already starting to react from the way he was being handled, and the strength of the feelings behind every small action. Those fingers caressing his collar reminded him of who he belonged to, who had claimed him. And knowing that he was now carrying Azizi’s child made it even more for him, yet another claim that his fiance had, even if it was really something shared as well.

Each caress over the silken material of the shirt made Eric shiver, soft moans coming forth every time that hand made contact against the cool material that covered the ever increasing heat of his skin. He let his lover move him, complying willingly, and groaned even louder as his panties were touched. Yes, he wanted this, wanted everything he would be getting. Knowing that he was being shown just who he belonged to.

Very slowly, Azizi began to grind against Eric. Pressing their contained, growing erections together and moaning from the feeling. He wanted to take Eric and fuck him into the matress. He wanted to
take him as roughly and completely as he could... but there was one problem with that thought now... one that crept into his mind even as he was contemplating these things.

Their unborn child.

He couldn’t be rough anymore. No, just no. He would not risk harming their child. This child was already precious to him, and he would not subject it to his rough mercies. Well, he had other ways of claiming Eric. So finally, that kiss ended, leaving Azizi breathing heavily. “Now,” he said, moving low on his fiance’s body, eyes staying on his face. “I want you to tell me all the ways you belong to me, and say over and over you’re only mine. I don;t want you to stop talking...”There was just the slightest peak of the smirk on his lips before he dipped down. His mouth met that silk fabric of those panties, mouthing that growing erection. Yeah, he wasn’t going to make this an easy task for Eric to do.

Eric definitely would not have minded being fucked hard, but he was also wondering whether such sex would be good for the baby.
He kept this to himself, however, figuring that he would go with the flow. God, he loved what Azizi was doing to him, what he was saying...that authoritative tone and firm yet loving hand. It drove him crazy, did him in every time.

That kiss was returned fully, leaving him breathless, yet not to the point where he could not speak. He watched his fiance’s every move, biting his lips at the commands, and then that mouth was on him. Oh hell yeah, this was what he wanted.

“Azizi...yes. I wanted to be yours from the first time I saw you at the club, when you ordered a drink from me and I didn’t even know your name. Then you took me home with you, and I never wanted to leave. Ever. No one has ever made me feel the way you do...every part of me is yours. Never anyone else’s, only yours...” He was just getting started, but it was exactly how he felt.

Eric’s words as Azizi worked on him were good, warmed Azizi and made him, if possible, even more possessive of the man who would soon be his husband, and who was carrying his child. He
didn’t speak, he just kept up. His mouth went up the length of Eric’s silk clad erection, and then focused on the head. He soaked the material with his mouth as he worked on it, hands gripping Eric’s thigh tightly as he did so.

Groaning, Eric lifted his head in an effort to watch what Azizi was doing, only to have it fall back onto the pillow when the pleasure overwhelmed him. “I remember...God...when you asked me if I wanted something to show the world that I was only yours. I wanted that so badly. Then you gave me my collar...when you first put it on me, I’ll never forget it. The way you wanted the whole world to know just who I belong to...I’ve never wanted this with anyone else. You make me so proud to wear this....” he arched up as that mouth worked the head of his cock through that thin material, his fist clutching at the sheets already.

The collar. Azizi growled at the mention of the collar. Not in a bad way, but an approving way. God yes, he’d loved seeing Eric in a collar that first time. Clear possession, for
all to see. Oh yes, it had been perfect, and the way Eric had taken to it... he was so hard himself, and he wanted to just pound into Eric so bad, but he held back he just kept working him, intent on making his lover come.

The way that Azizi kept up the sucking and licking was driving Eric wild. He knew he could come just from this, his hormones taking over and making him even more horny than usual. Yes, this would be an interesting ride over the next few months, he could tell already.

“I love everything about you, no one else has
ever loved me this way...I feel so safe with you, I know I’ll be taken care of, you won’t let anyone else touch me or hurt me ever again...” Yes, after Richard, this meant everything to Eric. “Every part of me is yours. Now, I have your baby in me, and it’s so fucking amazing.”

This was the thing about Eric, the thing that would make sure until their death that Azizi was all Eric’s, that he’d never even dream of cheating. Eric did everything Azizi could ever want him to without much guidance. He always correctly interpreted what it was Azizi was wanting, and executing it perfectly. So yes, all those words leaving Eric’s mouth were the ones he wanted to hear. A part of him loved it, loved knowing just how much Eric was bound to him. So he continued, useind lips and tongue still, and then adding in his teeth, lightly and all for pleasure, no pain.

The more Azizi continued, the more wild and horny Eric felt. He couldn’t get over just how amazing this all was, how everything seemed heightened now that he was pregnant. Azizi
was everything to him, perfect for him in every way; and he never once thought that his fiance was crazy. Protective, yes, but not crazy. He was getting so close now, so close...a fact that he gasped out, letting Azizi know that he was going to come soon.

Azizi was going to keep teasing his fiance through the fabric of his silk panties. The idea of gettign him off this way appealed to Azizi on so many different levels. However, once he knew Eric was close, once he had that confirmation... he was pullthose panties down until that gorgeous cock belonging to his boyfriend was displayed to him. And then he was taking it into his mouth, wasting no time in fitting as much of it as he could in his mouth and sliding his tongue over that silky skin. He worked Eric more with no obstruction, wanting to taste his love in his mouth so very bad in that moment.

Eric nearly whined when Azizi pulled away, but kept himself in check. He knew that his lover wouldn’t just get up and leave him in this state, not without good reson that was. But then
those panties were sliding down, and then that mouth on his cock...oh God. Azizi had teased him before like this, but never to climax before, so this was a new thing for him. But certainly, it was something Eric most definitely welcomed.

He tried to hold out, to savor the amazing feeling of his fiance’s mouth working his length, but he just couldn’t keep it going for very long. Before he knew it, Eric was shuddering, trying to keep his hips from bucking as he cried out Azizi’s name, coming inside
that wonderful mouth that surrounded him.

Yes,
this was a first. The first time he ever had Eric coming in his mouth. And the experiance wasn’t a bad one. hand gripped those slender hips once he knew it was coming. He anchored Eric to the bed, sucking Eric dry as he came. the taste wasn’t bad, and he enjoyed knowing it came from his fiance, the man who would be his... wife.

Once there was no more to be had, and he’d licked the boy beneath him clean, he got up onto his knees, that cock sliding from his lips slowly to slump over limply. With a grin he worked those nicely soggy panties the rest of the way off Eric and then stretched out beside his lover. Reaching out, he touch Eric’s face, then trailed his hand down until it rest over where their growing child lay. “I love you.”

Once Eric came down from his orgasm, he couldn’t help the smile that crossed his lips. That was the best blowjob he’d ever received, as well as the most intense one. He shivered as Azizi cleaned him with that talented tongue, then shifted his hips so those panties could slide off more
easily.

Once his soon to be husband was lying alongside him, he sighed happily when h felt that hand against his abdomen. “And I love you. Are you, um...” he started to ask, clearly wanting to know if there was anything he could do to satisfy his lover. Eric would always see to it that Azizi was always sated, even if he was told it could wait a bit. He was far from selfish in that regard, always.

The grin that appeared was lustful, and it grew slowly. His hand moved from that place above his growing child and took his fiance’s hand in his
own. He pulled it, moving it until Eric’s ahnd covered the straining bulge that was his trapped erection. Azizi was hard and aching, wanting to feel some form of contact with Eric’s body.

“I’m yours to take care of, my love.” He moved in closer, kissing Eric in a hungry fashion, showing Eric just how turned on he was. “Make me come however you want.”

Well, that was one very loaded suggestion, and Eric thought about all the ways he could pleasure Azizi right then. Every single one of them sounded so good, but he did know that
he wasn’t going to waste his time dwelling on this when he could be doing something.

Smiling a bit more, his hands moved to make quick work of Azizi’s belt buckle, and then he unfastened his lover’s pants. One of his hands slid inside Azizi’s underwear, long fingers wrapping around that length, looking back up so he could see his fiance’s expression.

His eyes stayed hungry, watching Eric, waiting for what he would do. He himself wanted so many things from Eric, knowing just how talented his fiance was. And because he himself
could not choose he’d let Eric decide. He knew that no matter what Eric chose he find his climax easily.

He shifted his hips once those long fingers were on them, allowing them plenty of room to unbuckle and slip inside. His eyes became half lidded and a low groan left him at that touch. He loved that simple touch, and it was what let him know just how much Eric meant to him, that his touch could do what absolutely no one else could.

God, how Eric loved Azizi’s reactions, and loved how he knew that he was the one who caused them. This
incredible man was his, even if it was he who actually belonged to Azizi. He knew his fiance would not do anything to hurt him, and that made him feel so good inside.

He began to slide down on the mattress, moving so that he was at eye level with his lover’s hips. He began to pull on the offending garments slowly, as if he were unwrapping a present, and once he got to what he desired? He wasted no time in moving to take some of that length into his mouth, his eyes darting back up to meet his
fiance’s once more.

Azizi knew the moment he
saw Eric sliding down the bed exactly what was going to happen. And it sent a thrill through him. There was one thing, one very wondrous thing that Azizi absolutely loved about Eric. And it was this, it was his mouth. That mouth was so very talented in ways that, well, were astounding.

He sucked in a breath once he felt that moist heat surround him, eyes closing the rest of the way and head tilting back. “Yes, use that mouth.” It was Azizi’s very biased opinion that Eric gave the absolute best
blow jobs. The only thing better than having his cock surrounded by that mouth was having it buried hilt deep inside of Eric.

That was all the encouragement Eric needed, right there. That reaction spurred him on, made him want to please Azizi even more. He allowed his throat to relax. not rushing this, but also not going too slow with it. This was something Eric thoroughly enjoyed doing, and part of this, for him, was to find and stay at the right pace for the moment.

He continued what he was doing, pulling up almost all the way each
time and then taking more in, fully intending on deep throating his lover.

As Eric moved over him he couldn’t help but reach out, hands going to that thick head of hair, fingers entangling in it. And because he knew Eric loved it, he tightened his grip, tugging just a bit, a little tease to compliment the way that mouth felt moving on him. It made him vocal when normally he would not be. It made him moan, loving every movement.

Eric moaned around that length in his mouth when he felt Azizi’s hands tugging in his hair. Why he loved that so much, he did not know, but it drove him wild every time. He removed his hand so that he really could take more of that wonderful cock in, sucking in his cheeks, really wanting this to be a very good experience for his fiance.

He smirked, he couldn’t help it. Eric moaning around him like that, it was so fucking good. And as always, his reactions seemed to be tailored just to him. Tailored to make Azizi go crazy for this young boy that was pregnant with his child and soon to be his husband. His hips moved when Eric took more of
him in, moving up into that mouth just a bit, hands tightening their grip just a bit more. “Yeah, like that.”

Now, if Eric was a sucker for anything, it was for what Azizi was doing right then. At that thrust, he paused in his movements, his hands resting against his lover’s hips. The grip was encouraging as opposed to restrictive, and since he knew they had to be careful with sex due to the pregnancy, well, they should be all right doing this at least.

Azizi felt that touch and knew what it meant. “Fuck.” He was a goner. Always a part of this, and always something he loved doing. Fucking that lovely little mouth. His grip in that hair sifted, becoming more firm, holding him where he wanted Eric to be before he started thrusting into that mouth. Easy to begin with, letting Eric adjust accordingly before speeding up his thrusts. “Fuck, yes. Love your mouth.”

Yes, that was it, right there. Eric moaned as Azizi gripped his hair like that, not minding in the least that his fiance was fucking his mouth. He loved it, every second of it, and he would let his lover do anything at all when it came to this because he trusted Azizi completely. He kept up what he was doing, completely enjoying every sound and movement that he received, and he probably could have very easily become hard again
himself had he not been so focused on what was being done to him.

He kept moving, kept thrusting into that mouth, hips picking up momentum. He couldn’t get enough of how that mouth felt on him, the wet warmth of it, so fucking addicting. He licked his lips, already feeling that tenseness in his muscles. He’d been so aroused by getting his pregnant fiance off that he was so close already. Driven to that point that meant this would be one of the times he didn’t last long. And he didn’t get annoyed by that, even though he was proud of his
stamina. It was simply because Eric effected him that fucking much. So it was perfectly alright that he should drive him this close so fast.

Honestly, Eric really did love Azizi’s stamina in the bedroom. However, right in this moment, he was just fine with what was happening. He just wanted to pleasure his fiance, wanted it to be everything his lover desired and then some. So when he felt that tensing, he encouraged it as best he could, trying to push those hips closer to him since he really could not move his head right then. He also tried to suck his cheeks in a bit more, since he wanted this very badly, and he loved that he could do this for Azizi.

A smirk appeared on his lips when he felt those hands on his hips, urging him on. He wasted no time in doing what Eric wanted, thrusting more and harder into that mouth. He groaned more, getting closer and closer as that mouth sucked on him without mercy. And then it hit him. His hips involunatrily thrust up into that mouth as deep as he could go as his climax hit him and he
started to come, forcing his fingers to loosen their grip so he didn’t make Eric choke, giving his fiance the control he needed while Azizi was completely out of control.

Eric knew that it was going to happen, so when Azizi came, he was ready for it. He moaned as he swallowed every last drop that his fiance had to give, not minding how deep that final thrust was in the least. He was thankful for that bit of control, even though he used it only enough so that he wouldn’t gag too much, since that would not be good at all.

Once
Azizi was finished, he licked his lover clean, even if it really was not necessary, not moving away just yet. He would do so when Azizi was ready.

Azizi was shuddering beneath his lover’s mouth, the swallowing and licking as he came intensifying it even more, and not letting it give up easily either. His thighs tensed repeatedly as Eric continued on, cleaning him up. It was sweet torture, and he let it continue until he couldn’t take anymore. That was when he gave a firm tug on that hair, wanting Eric up and in his arms so Azizi could hold him and kiss him until hunger drove them both to seek out dinner.

Azizi and Eric: Eric's final secret

2011-01-29T04:19:32Z

In the days following Richard’s death, things were changing even more for Eric, and at a rapid pace. He’d acted shocked and saddened when his mother called him on his cell phone with the news, their alibi checked out, and it was being investigated as a drug and bondage session gone wrong. He knew that there would be
whispers and rumors of the unspeakable things that were found, that Richard had supposedly done, and the spotlight was off of him in this case. All in all, Eric was not worried, the boy that Azizi paid to lure his brother would keep his silence on the matter, as he’d been paid off very well for his services.

Also, to placate his parents, he had even taken Azizi to his hometown, a working class area near Boston, for the funeral. Even though he’d only left a few short months before, it was like being
somewhere he had not been in forever, and he did not miss it at all. Azizi acted as the dutiful fiance the entire time as Eric feigned mourning, not commenting once on the place Eric was born and raised, even if it was a far cry from the money and luxury of Azizi’s world (which was now his own world as well). He did know, however, that his parents did not approve of his marrying a man, since they never did accept his sexuality.

So he’d told them as delicately as he could, and had added that he and
Azizi would be spending some time in Spain so that he could ‘recover’ from all of this. They were not exactly happy, but they did not try and stop Eric. It was very obvious the entire time that Richard had always been the favored child, and Eric was just sort of there. Of course, his parents did not know that the move to Spain would be a permanent one. Azizi had a villa just outside of Madrid, and this is where they would be going, to live. Eric planned on cutting all ties with his family once he was there, so the goodbyes he said were, unknown to his parents at the time, permanent ones.

After the funeral, Azizi spent his time wrapping everything up at his work so that the transition to his company’s branch in Madrid would be a smooth one. Eric busied himself with the domestic end of things, packing and getting ready for the move in that way. That was, when he wasn’t sleeping. He felt so tired lately, and he chalked it up to the fast pace of everything changing in his life, so he didn’t worry about that. He just napped when he was tired, and figured it would soon pass.

It was Azizi’s last day of work in the States, and Eric was finishing up his own personal packing. It was during this that he found a large box that he knew he had, but had not mentioned to Azizi yet. It contained some things that his fiance did not know about, the one side of Eric that he had yet to reveal to Azizi. And he decided that today was as good a day as any to show his love this last little secret of his.

So
once he was done with everything, he went and put the outfit on, making sure everything was perfect before fixing his makeup and hair as well. He knew that Azizi would be home from work soon,
so he moved to sit in a chair
near the window in the living room, legs crossed and his body poised just like a well mannered and highly cultured woman. He really hoped that Azizi would accept this, and would like what he saw.

Just as Azizi had predicted, the investigation into the death of Richard Claybourne was was perfect in that no suspicion was cast on either Eric or himself. As always, his sister did her duty and provided them with the perfect alibi. A perfect, demure woman, no blemishes on her record, the perfect woman for a political marriage with her ability to put on an entirely too believable front.

And then there came the return to Eric’s hometown for the funeral, which was popular in all the scandal that surrounded it. He was most often by Eric’s side, comforting him, providing for him. He put on the perfect act of the caring fiance, not that he wasn’t. But it was an act that supported Eric’s fake mourning perfectly. However, he did have moment outside of his lover’s company where he was able to overhear certain things, and what he heard pleased him. Seems the rumors the hired boy had planted had taken root and spread like wildfire. Perfect.

And soon it ended, Eric giving a last farewell as they returned to his condo in Manhattan. And that was when the work started. Long hours kept him from Eric as he worked diligently to wrap up the projects currently near their end, and under his supervision, as well as arranging for the transference of experiments and projects to their branch in Madrid, Spain. There were some grumblings among the workers, and he did have the pleasure of explaining his decision to his uncle, who headed the main branch in the States, but like anyone would tell him no. The only one who could was his father who had taken up residence in the world wide main offices in London, England, and thought nothing amiss with his son’s decision.

And finally.. it was over. Returning home, he looked forward to this night of uninterrupted alone time with Eric. As he stepped through the door of his condo he loosened his tie and unbutton the single button holding his blazer closed. As always, Azizi was dressed in his streamlined black suit. Black pants, black blazer, black shoes. The only bit of color only came in either a darkly colored shirt with a black tie or a black shirt with a dark colored tie. And today? It was a black shirt with a blood red tie.

“Eric,” he said as he set his briefcase down on the small table in the entry, to let his fiance know he was home finally. As he walked into the main part of the condo he ran a hand through his hair, dislodging it from the severe styled of his shaggy locks and searched out the form of his fiance. So you can imagine his surprise when he spotted a very feminine form in his living room where there should have been someone... different? “Eric?” He stepped closer, and sure enough there was his love sitting... and dressed from head to tow in women’s attire. He licked his lips and held out his hand to Eric, all
so he could pull Eric up from his seat. He did need a better look, after all.

Normally, Eric would have made sure that dinner, or at least drinks, were ready for Azizi once the man arrived home. This time was no exception, as it was in the form of a bottle of wine, in case
his fiance wished to indulge, and he had yet to open it. He didn’t need to get all nervous and fidgety while waiting and spill any on his dress, after all. When he heard Azizi come in, and the man’s voice, he smiled. This was it.

“In the living room, love,” he called out, taking a deep breath as he hoped his lover liked what he saw. He finally looked up when he heard his name a second time, smiling as he took that offered hand, graceful and almost demure, just like how a woman would. Even the
way he stood up was quite feminine. He’d practiced this alone for years while growing up, and while he was happy being a man, he’d always wanted to explore this side of himself. Hopefully now, he would be able to do so.

Once he stood, he used his free gloved hand to smooth down his skirt, and then looked into Azizi’s brown eyes. “I didn’t know how else to tell you,” he stated in explanation, really hoping this would be accepted by his fiance.

They way Eric was acting, how he took his hand, all of it was not lost on Azizi. No,
his eyes soaked it up, and he was pleased. He’d never been a fan of doing more than viewing certain cross dressers from afar, as they all ended up the same, catty little drag queens. But so far, he was very pleased by what he was seeing. This was his Eric, definitely his Eric. But it was so much more.

His eyes went back and met his loves, and as he held that gaze he bowed ever so slightly, bringing that gloved hand to his lips so he could kiss the back of it. And that, well, that was when he
noticed something missing, something that surprised him a bit. Surprised him in what it alluded to. It was a distinct displeasure to see he was neglecting his lover to the point where he not only did not know of this side of him, but he had not provided him with a beautiful ring to wear with this stunning outfit.

Standing up straight once more he pulled the delectable form before him into his arms, lips coming ever so close to those beautifully colored ones. “Is this something you really enjoy, my
love?”

Eric wasn’t even thinking along the lines of a diamond solitaire, or any sort of engagement ring really, even though he would love to have one if it were offered. No, he was doing this to reveal the one part of himself that he just didn’t know how to show
anyone before. He trusted Azizi with everything else, hell, they had even tortured and killed together. So he wanted to be completely forthcoming with who and what he was.

He gave a small curtsy and demure little smile as his hand was kissed, flawless in its execution, and he looked into his love’s eyes again as he was gathered into those strong arms. “Yes, it is. I do not regret being born a man, and I like that I am one. But I do really enjoy this, very much so.” He paused for a moment. “You
are the very first person who I have shared this with.”

The perfect execution of that curtsy spoke worlds to Azizi. How was it possible that his love was not only perfect in body, compatible to his sadistic insanity and his desires, but also having the ability to execute the perfect display of a wealthy bride? Was there more to be had, to be seen? Azizi suddenly had a picture of Eric, dressed wonderfully and performing perfectly for his father and mother, showing he was the perfect partner, mate for their son. It sent a chill down his spine thinking of that.

He brought a hand up, lightly stroking the side of his lover’s face, a small smile appearing. “If I had known this sooner, the things I would have bought for you...” he mused, mostly to himself. He gave a slight shake of his head, though he still smiled. “It pleases me a great deal to know this is a part of you no one has seen before me.” His hands still caressed the side of that beautiful face, and then began to make it’s way down the side of that wonderfully clad body.

“You are beautiful,” he said finally. He then leaned in, claiming those lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He couldn’t help it, the longer he viewed Eric in this dress, along with that perfect act with it? It was mesmerizing...

Eric decided to just speak his
thoughts out loud, so this way, Azizi would know about everything. “When I was little, I used to watch my mother get ready when she would go out to parties and fancy things, even if they really weren’t all that fancy. I was just fascinated by it, I don’t know why. But I was.” It was why he’d started stealing her makeup and her cast off clothing without her knowing, even if he’d kept it from the world. “I got this with the money I got when I graduated high school a few months ago. And I’ve been practicing this for years, when I was alone. It just, well, fascinates me. I would have said something sooner, but I did not know how you would feel about it.” Every word Eric spoke was the truth, and this was reflected in his eyes.

“It makes me happy that you like this,” he added, sighing softly as he returned the kiss. He was careful so that he would not smear his lipstick over more than just Azizi’s lips, his arms wrapping tightly around his love’s shoulders as he pressed his body closer against his fiance, not wanton, but loving.

That little story of Eric’s, it was so, well, Eric. He didn’t understand the urge to dress up himself, having never wanted to do so. However, it was nice to know hos his lover had become interested in it all. Really, Eric need not fear how Azizi would react. The more he knew about him, the more perfect he became, and the more likely that Azizi would never, ever, under any circumstances, let Eric go.

And really, Eric acted the part so perfectly. That careful kiss, the way his body pressed against his. It wasn’t meant to be arousing, and yet it was just that. “My love,” he said when he pulled from their kiss just a bit. “Never worry about telling me things. There is nothing in this world that could ever make me turn from you.” He kissed those lips again, softly. “You are perfect.”

And then his hands began to roam, sliding down that dress to the stockings he wore. His thumb slipped up under the hem line of the dress, caressing his cloth covered thighs. “Now, are you going to tell me exactly how feminine you went, or am I going to have to find out myself?”

Eric smiled more at the praise, since it really meant so much to him. Azizi was the first person who had ever said these things to him, who made him feel like he was important and worthy of anything. His smile softened and he looked away slightly as he was called ‘perfect’, not out of embarrassment, so much as he was still learning to take these types of compliments.

“Thank you,” he answered softly, sighing as he felt his fiance’s hands touching his stocking clad legs. “Well...I have on a garter belt, and black silk panties. No bra though, I’d need a strapless one with this dress, and I thought it would look silly since I don’t have anything real to fill the cups with.” Because unless it was requested? He didn’t know if stuffing a bra with Kleenex or something would look sexy or silly, so he had yet to try.

Azizi was smiling as Eric detailed what he wore beneath the dress. oh yes, perfect. He felt his cock start to stand up to attention in his tailor trousers, and he wanted to see more. He’d never been fascinated by men in female clothing before. But he really wanted to see Eric in them. And he wanted to slowly strip him down to
that garter belt and stockings. He moaned at the sight in his head.

“No, I need to bra on you.” He pulled away from =Eric a bit, taking his hand and guiding him over to the chaise lounge. Laying Eric down, Azizi stripped himself of his tie, blazer and shoes. And only then did he kneel onto the chaise, going between those very long legs. “My darling, you have no idea how turned on you have me now.” Leaning down over Eric he sucked that plump bottom lips between his and then released it, hands
back on those legs and slowly sliding up toward the skirt of the dress. “But I plan on showing you.”

Azizi was not the only one who was turned on in this situation. Eric was as well, very much so. The idea of dressing like this had always sent shivers up his spine, but
to do this for his lover? Oh yes, he was truly enjoying every second of it.

He allowed his fiance to lay him down on the chaise lounge, and he rested there with feminine grace, gazing up at his man with all the love he felt reflected in his eyes. He smiled at the words, really happy and wanting to be shown everything right in that moment. “Yes, please?” he asked, his voice softer than normal, indicating that he wasn’t in the mood for just an ordinary fuck. No, Eric desired something different, and
he hoped that Azizi felt the same about that.

Oh how Azizi loved the sound of that soft voice. It sent shivers down his spine and put his possessive streak in overdrive. His, Eric was his, all of this wonderful, delightful person was his and no one else’s. He started kissing Eric, hands reaching the skirt of the dress and slipping up under neath, up until they reached the end of those stockings and found soft skin.

His fingers caressed the skin, taking his time there before moving up to meet the silky material of those panties. He moaned,
loving the feel of how that simple garment covered his husband cock like that, and then lower to feel that small firm ass. “Mmmm...” he murmured against those lips, “I’m going to love every moment of this.”

Eric loved this, when Azizi got possessive of him like this. It always made him feel loved and wanted in the most delicious way, to know that he belonged to this man completely. He never wanted to be with anyone else, no one else would ever do it for him the way that this man did. The way his fiance accepted every part of him made it even sweeter.

His own moan echoed Azizi’s as those hands slid up his stockings, to the straps of his garter belt, and finally to the silk panties he wore. The feeling of that touch against the thin material that separated their skin felt even better than he’d ever imagined, and he bit his lip a little, mindful to not nip at Azizi’s lips which were so very close right then. What was said fueled his desires even more, and he gasped, wanting this so very much.

Azizi smirked, hands moving to leave there place under that dress. On they moved up Eric’s sides, and then slipping underneath him, fingers seeking out the sipper, following it up until he had a hold of that little pull, and then he was unzipping the dress slowly. He kissed his fiance again, hard and deep, hands moving from beneath that slender form. Up they traveled until they met the neckline of the garment. Only then did he break away from that kiss.

“When we get to Spain,” he began to say as he started pushing the dress down off those shoulders, taking his time in revealing every inch of skin it covered. “You will have all the clothes you want, every piece tailored to fit your body perfectly.” Yes, he was now liking the idea of that lovely body of Eric’s being shown off by the wonder that was females clothing. But then those nicely pierced nipple were revealed and talking was no more. How could one talk with their mouth occupied by teasing those silver hoops and that delicious nipple.

Eric returned that deep kiss, moaning into Azizi’s mouth, completely powerless to stop himself from doing so. He then gazed up at his fiance, smiling at the suggestion of having pretty new dresses and articles of female clothing to wear. He did like his regular attire, and would still wear men’s
clothing, but if his lover wanted him to dress as a woman as well? Well, he would have no complaints there.

The moment Azizi’s mouth was on his nipple, pulling at the ring there, Eric gasped. The fingers of one gloved hand moved to rest in his fiance’s hair, his legs hooking around Azizi’s waist, trying to pull him in even closer, wanting to feel their hips pressed together like that through the silk of the panties he wore. And yet, despite his actions and sounds, he still came across as a
cultured woman as opposed to a trashy streetwalker. “Azizi...yes, my love....” he moaned, just really getting wrapped up in the moment.

There was a thrill to be had with pure, wanton harlotry, a fact Azizi knew well. However, he’d never experienced this. The way his fiance acted, so perfectly a lady, even in this. He didn’t know how it was able to turn him on so much, didn’t understand why it made him want to possess Eric even more, but it did. He continued to tease that nipple, and while he normally would have been evil in pushing those slender hips back to the bed, this time he did not. In fact a hand slid beneath those hip and pushed them up, aiding Eric in his endeavor to press them together more intimately. He groaned at the feeling of having his hard, confined cock press against Eric’s warmth, and his equally hard and confined cock. It was so tantalizing.

Eric could be a whore in the bedroom, as he had most certainly proven in the past with Azizi. But this, well, it was not what was within him right then. Between the outfit and the perfect act to go along with it, he was getting lost in this, and it thrilled him to his core that Azizi was enjoying it so thoroughly.

He raised his hips when his fiance helped him to do so, moaning once again, shifting so that he could get some friction without having to rub himself against his man. That teasing to his nipple was so arousing, and when coupled with their still confined cocks pressing together? It was such an addicting feeling. He could hardly wait for Azizi to be inside of him, but he was willing to wait, to draw this out for as long as it took.

Taking the little ring between his teeth he looked up at Eric and gave it a little tug, keeping it just this side of pain. No, he just wanted to tease his lover. He then moved his hands back to
the neckline of the dress and began pushing it down further, lips moving to trail after. He moved down that pale, smooth body, kissing it like he had never done so before, like this was all new to him and needed to be savored.

Eventually his lips stopped where the waistline of those panties were, but he still moved, pulling the dress down until was was completely removed from Eric’s body. And with a distracted air he let the garment fall to the floor, eyes riveted on the form of his fiance.
Oh God, was all he thought, all he could think of to describe how he felt at that sight. His brown eyes raked over him, and by the time he met Eric’s his eyes were damn near black with lust. He wanted Eric rigth then in the baddest way.

Eric gasped once more as that ring was pulled, always loving how that felt, his eyes meeting Azizi’s as he watched his fiance. Those eyes did not stay open for long, however, as those lips glided across his skin. Each little kiss caused him to shiver, soft moans coming forth each time, along with words of encouragement. He wanted to let Azizi know for certain how amazing this felt, and how much he loved this.

His hips shifted enough so his man could get that dress off him fully, and he gazed back up at Azizi. He saw that lust, the very dark pigment of his fiance’s eyes, and his own eyes clouded over at that. His expression, however, was almost innocent, even if he was really anything but. “I need you,” he whispered, just loud enough for his love to hear, his legs still in a position for Azizi to get to those panties that he still wore, which he’d strategically had put on over his garter belt to make this easier.

Azizi was grinning now, a grin that spoke of the very naughty thoughts going through his head. His hands slid over those stocking clad legs and then paused at
Eric’s knees. He then spread those legs apart so he could move back between them. Sliding down, his hands were on Eric’s hips, thumbs toying with the waistline of those artfully place panties.

“Do you really?” He couldn’t help it. There was a part of him that wanted, yearned for teasing this proper lady version of his lover. His lips moved down over Eric’s hard cock, but not touching. “Let me hear just how badly you need me.” And with that said his mouth opened and enclosed around
that satiny covered cock, mouthing it and dampening the material with his tongue.

Eric continued to observe every move that Azizi made, thinking that his lover had never looked so sexy as he did right then. He continued to move easily under his fiance’s hand, because
feminine movements or not, he also knew his place. In fact, being dressed in this manner reminded him of that even more than usual, and it turned him on that much more as well.

“Yes...” that was as far as he got before that talented mouth was on him, teasing him through the silk of his panties. This was something he had never experienced before, and the sounds he made indicated this, along with just how much he enjoyed it. “Azizi...oh God, that feels so good...no one else could ever do this to me...” he managed to gasp, and then he was lost to the sensations, his words turning into drawn out, lustful moans.

At Eric’s words Azizi let out a sound akin to a growl and kept right on. He loved hearing that, hearing Eric talk like no one else would ever touch him again, because dammit, Azizi never would let anyone else. No one else could ever touch Eric, no one else could hear this, see this... His possessiveness reached its peak, and he couldn’t wait, he had to possess Eric.

His mouth left Eric and he sat up only far enough to roughly pull those panties down. “Tell me you have lube nearby.” Yes, because he was not wanting to hurt Eric. No, he may not have the patience to prepare his lover nice and slowly, but he wasn’t going to fuck him raw.

The more that Azizi teased him, the more Eric kept groaning and saying that he belonged only to him. Yes. no one else would ever do this for him, be able to touch him like this. He did not want anyone else, he only wanted Azizi. He saw Azizi’s possessiveness as love, and the more possessive the man became, the
more loved and wanted Eric felt, and the more he clung to Azizi, refusing to ever let go.

His hips moved just enough to allow his lover to get his panties off, and then he nodded, trying to get the words out to answer that query. “Yes...within your reach...” he breathed, indicating the drawer of the table next to them with his still gloved hand. He’d made sure there was some, just in case, and he was now glad he’d made that decision.

He gave a grin - or was it a smirk? - at his husband’s words. Following the motion he leaned over, reaching into the drawer. pulling out the lubricant he came back to his lover, the very pretty panties having been left to fall tot eh floor, now forgotten. Pouring some of the lube into his hand, first he coated himself in preparation, once he had Eric ready he wasn’t going to pause before pushing inside of him. And then he made sure his fingers were liberally coated.

“I can’t wait to hear your pretty little moans,” he said as he leaned down. He left a trail of feather light kisses up from Eric’s navel up that still flat stomach. He paused over a nipple just ashis coated fingers met those firm ass cheeks, and as he took the ring into his mouth, sucking on it and teasing it, his fingers moved int between those cheeks and found that little opening. He rubbed over it teasingly, but did not press in. No, not until he left off teasing that nipple and claimed those lips he loved so much. Only then did the first finger slip inside, followed shortly by a second.

Eric watched quietly as Azizi got the tube out of the drawer, his eyes taking in the sight of his fiance slicking himself up, and all he could think was just how badly he wanted that cock inside of him. Everything else, from the pulling on his nipple to the kisses and touches to his body, was just icing on the cake at this point. He did moan, unable to hide his pleasure, the sounds continuing once Azizi claimed his mouth.

His hips shifted, legs drawing up and spreading wide so his lover could get to him that much more easily. He couldn’t help making more of those delicious sounds, coupled with pushing forward a bit, trying to get those fingers as deep inside of him as possible. After a few moments, he was really rocking his hips, trying to fuck himself against those long fingers, getting lost in this already.

Fuck, did he ever love this boy. Those sounds, how eager he was, all these little surprises. He kissed Eric like he was eating up every sound he made, like he was trying to devour Eric. It was messy, and occasionally his kisses moved to his
fiance’s chin and throat, but they always came back. Those moments away from Eric’s lips were just so he could hear that wonderful voice.

And all the while he kept fucking him with his fingers. Two fingers quickening their pace, scissoring spreading Eric wide, not minding how his lover moved to meet his every movement. It took all he had to put in a third finger instead of just replacing them with hsi aching cock. He wanted to so bad... but he added that third finger, continuing to work on Eric.
“Fuck, I want to fuck you so bad,” he all but growled into his kisses. There was just something about this proper lady act that drove Azizi wild. It made his want to control the moment to take things slow go to war with his animalistic desire to just claim him, and claim him hard and fast.

Eric was also feeling that same conflict within himself, the struggle between slow and sensual versus being fucked wildly and as hard as Azizi would give it to him. That third finger inside of him only fueled that fire, and he pushed up harder against that hand, showing his fiance just what he would be doing once that cock was inside of him.

“Azizi...love...please fuck me...” he gasped, because he really did not know how much more of this he could take. He needed to feel that cock inside of him, and he didn’t even care how. He just needed it.

Azizi’s lips moved to Eric’s ear after hear that plea, and in a low voice he answered... “As you wish, my darling.” With that said his fingers slowly slid free of that warm, tight ass. Moving, he positioned himself at that entrance, sitting up to do so. He slowly started to press in, and had been going to continue sliding in slowly, but he couldn’t resist. He pressed into that tight ass as fast as it would let him, groaning loudly as he did so.

Eric very nearly whined when he felt the loss of those fingers inside of him. But then he felt what they were being replaced by, and he moaned, softly at first, only to echo Azizi’s loud groan when the slowness was changed up into that hard, quick thrust. “Yes!” he cried out, hips pushing forward, legs wrapping back around his fiance’s waist. His hands clutched at Azizi’s back, trying to not be too rough with that, as much as he wished to be. It just felt so goddamned good, the feeling of
his silk clad legs against his lover’s skin.

As Eric grabbed onto him, Azizi grabbed onto Eric, hands gripping those garter clad hips, likely bruising. He was left breathing heavily once his cock was completely sheathed, lips pressed to Eric’s ear. “You’re mine. All mine...” He then moved, hips moving to slowly pull out of Eric, loving how it seemed his fiance’s body didn’t want to let him go.

Pulling from Eric just enough to look into that face, he spoke, his cock just barely still inside. “I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you away from me.” And then he thrust in again, fast and hard. And from that moment on there were no more words. No would be needed, as he planned on showing Eric just how deeply he come to love him via every hard thrust into that body. Azizi wasn’t going to touch Eric’s hard cock, no. Eric was most assuredly going to come from being fucked, and Azizi was not going to
allow himself to reach his climax until that moment when his lover reached it.

Eric first, always first. As twisted as it was, he loved Eric more than anything in this world.

Eric gasped as Azizi grabbed onto him like that, loving that firm grip, the way that his fiance slowly was pulling out of him. “Yes...all yours...” he moaned, so turned on already.

He was then looking into Azizi’s dark eyes, and those words...they sent a shiver through him. He knew that his lover meant them, and he could not help but feel more loved than he ever had in his entire life. Eric would, quite literally, do anything for this man. No matter what that was. And then he was being taken fast and hard, any thoughts he had turning into reactions, clutching onto his fiance and crying out with each thrust inside of him. He wanted to show Azizi that he knew what was being conveyed and that he returned it completely.

During all the thrusting, moaning and the groaning, Azizi moved. He lifted those hips up, moving to get the angle just right. There was that little spot deep inside his lover he needed to hit. But he kept up the unforgiving thrusts. And after a moment he added in a bit more and he leaned in closer, mouth going to Eric’s exposed shoulder. He bit and sucked on the spot, giving just the edge of pain,
but nothing that would not add to the pleasure.

When his hips were moved and that spot inside him was hit, Eric gave a particularly loud, wanton cry, his legs shifting and spreading wide so that his fiance could really get to him there. His hands clutched and held onto his
man’s sides, that bite to his shoulder heightening things even more. He was, quite simply, beyond words right then. All that could even fall from his lips were moans and cries of pleasure, each little, simple thing drawing that out even more. He knew that he would likely be a goner soon enough, but he would hold out for as long as he could, until Azizi was ready for him to release.

Damn, did Azizi ever love hearing those sounds. After a moment he shifted again,
arms
looping under thos stocking clad legs, moving so they rested against his shoulders, angling that lovely ass up even further. “Fuck... Eric....” He was still going that that unforgiving pace, but it was getting difficult to hold it back, Eric just felt that good. Sh he gave his lover a look, one dark look, one to urge him on, let him know coming was what he wanted very much.

God, did Eric ever love that angle when Azizi shifted his legs like that. Between those stocking clad legs on his fiance’s shoulders and the fact that he was so very close without his cock having been touched even once...Eric was being fucked just like a girl, which is exactly what he had been wanting. It felt so incredible to him, and he hoped this would be the first of many more times like this. Finally, he saw that look...and it was all he needed. A few hard thrusts inside of him later, and he was shuddering all over, pushing against Azizi one last time as he started to come, his lover’s name on his
lips.

Azizi was kissing on Eric’s chest when
the boy came, and he didn’t care that some of his cum got on himself. No, not at all. Because right then all he could think about was how tightly that ass was clutchign him right then as Eric came. He was groaning against that chest, and after a few more thrust he buried himself deep inside of Eric, filling his lover up completely.

Those lips against his chest only heightened Eric’s pleasure, and he gasped loudly as Azizi thrust himself in to the hilt, feeling that pulsing inside of him. It was so wildly erotic, and almost electric in how it all felt. He took a minute to start to recover from his orgasm, then he gave a soft, content little giggle. “I love you so, so much,” he whispered, placing small kisses all over Azizi’s face, neck and shoulders.

Now, Azizi may not be completely sane, and not the kind of nice guy one would associate with romantic, silly situations. But with Eric, always with Eric, he was different. A smile slipped onto his lips as he heard Eric’s little giggle. He let those nice long legs slide from his
shoulder and wrapped his arms around his lover, moving so he lay on his side, a comfortable position for them both on the small chaise, even if in the process his now limp cock left his lover.

A hand slid up to touch Eric’s face tenderly. “And I love you, more than I’ve ever loved anyone else.” and then he kissed Eric, a nice sweet kiss. Yes, there really was no one else for him. Only Eric, and never anyone else.

Those words, when Azizi spoke them, made Eric’s chest tighten with deep emotions that he just could not shake. No one
else had ever felt this way about him, not even his own family, and it was something that meant everything to him. He didn’t even know if he could verbally express just how much he loved his fiance. So he snuggled up against Azizi and returned that kiss, trying to show the man just how much that love was returned. For Eric, there would never be anyone else. No one else could ever do it for him like Azizi could.

Azizi and Eric: A death in the family

2011-01-29T04:16:26Z

In the days since the incident with Michael Azizi had been busy. Between work and Eric he’d been planning and arranging things. He needed to deal with Richard Claybourne. He found the place to use, the person to be the lure, and decided on the date for it all to happen. He even went so far as to arrange for an
alibi for both himself and Eric in the form of his sister come to visit. She, like all females in his family, was a meek and quiet thing. She would do as she was told and ask no questions.

When the day arrived he and Eric left the condo under cover and arrived at the ‘abandoned’ warehouse. They set up in a room up top. The place was well known for its drug laced raves and the dirty dealings that went down during them. It was a seedy place, and would cover up for them nicely. Now all they had to
do was wait for the boy Azizi had placed to finish luring him in.

the boy was a paid prostitute, one with a basic look of Eric who, with some special tweaks, looked remarkably close to his beloved fiance. But Azizi knew the difference. He would always know the difference, and always prefer the real thing. He heard voices drawing near, recognized the boy’s voice, and looked at Eric. This would be it.

For his part, Eric wasn’t as nervous as he thought he would be. He’d furnished Azizi with all the information his fiance needed to set this
trap: his brother’s location, what the man looked like, even the fact that Richard dated women publicly yet would seek out boys that resembled himself to fuck on the side. And in the meantime, he’d made some life altering changes of his own. He’d quit school and moved out of his small apartment in Brooklyn to live with Azizi fully. Not to mention the silver rings that now adorned his nipples, which were Azizi’s idea, though he’d thought it was a very good one.

So in that moment, he waited,
with Azizi at his side. He was dressed in his usual club attire, his collar worn around his neck with pride as he heard the voices outside the door. There was no turning back now.

Richard, on the other hand, thought he was going up to a private room to score some Ecstacy and get laid by the pretty boy he’d found wandering around his college campus just the day before. The boy invited him to the city for a rave, and he’d accepted, since it sounded like a good time. Of course, no one in his perfect
world would ever know about this weekend, but that was par for the course with him.

Once the boy opened the door, he stumbled in, looking around. It took him a moment before he spotted the very tall man standing there with... “Eric?” he asked, blinking. Since when did his fag of a younger brother go to the same parties that he did? Oh, he’d have to make sure that Eric wouldn’t ever tell....

The moment the door opened and the brother stumbled in, Azizi’s face was set in hard lines. He caught a brief look of the paid boy as she shut the door, and heard the brief conversation between him and the guards that took their place at the entrance. And then they were alone. His attention became solely on the man who had caused Eric so much trauma.

“You do not get to speak his name.” Azizi said as he advanced on him, long legs eating up the distance between them. He grabbed the man’s shirt in one hand and pulled him forward, death written all over his face. “I hope you enjoyed your sick little life... because now I’m going to make you pay for everything you ever did to my fiance.”

Richard was too busy staring at Eric
to notice that the boy he’d been with left the room. It all happened so fast, the tall man making his way over with a hateful look in his eyes, grabbing him by the shirt.

“Who the fuck are you? This is between me and my brother, and I assure you, nothing sick ever happened, so whatever that little liar told you...” that was as far as he got when he caught the word fiance. “And you’re marrying him? You’re just as sick as he is...”

Eric stood by, quiet for now, though a small smirk formed on his face as he walked towards his fiance and his brother. He’d warned Azizi that Richard would call him a liar, and of course, he was right.

“Just shut the fuck up, Richard,” Eric said, glowering at the boy--now man--who had tormented him his entire life. He’d never spoken out before, and those words felt so good for him to say.

Oh, Richard should really
learn when to keep his mouth shut. every word he said further sealed his death. Liar? His Eric? Oh no, he knew his love wasn’t lying, not about this, not about anything. Eric would never lie to him, he was sure of it. A hand went to Richard’s throat, closing around it to prevent the man from saying anymore lies.

“I am Azizi Nazari, and I know exactly who is lying, and who is sick.” And then with the ease that came from years of martial arts training, a necessity in his house, he had Richard pressed down onto the ground with his hands behind his back. “Love, the cuffs, please.” He said, voice all casual as he spoke to Eric, as if this was entirely natural and nothing was wrong.

Richard really had no idea what would be coming to him, so when that hand wrapped around his throat, it took all that he had to breathe, never mind try to speak. Part of him wondered if Eric and this Azizi wanted him to participate in some sort of twisted threesome and he did try to push away, but Azizi was too strong for him. In one movement, he was on the
floor, trying to break away when he heard the man ask Eric for the cuffs.

Eric couldn’t help but grin at this. Yes, it was insane, but at the same time...it was justice. “Gladly, love,” he replied as he went to get the handcuffs from their arsenal, and he walked over quickly to hand them to his fiance, staying close after he did so.

After taking the cuffs from Eric he pulled the boy in, kissing him deeply for a moment, to reassure him. And then he was putting the cuffs on his brother. I know everything you did to Eric.” He said,
talking to Richard once more. “The way you touched your brother. You enjoyed torturing him, didn’t you?”

Standing up he delivered a sharp kick to Richards side, sending him sprawling onto his back, the sadistic glint still very present. “They have a term for people like you. Rapists. And I have just the punishment you need.” He leaned down over him, close. “I think you’ll enjoy it rather nicely, too. All the way up to the end.”

Richard’s eyes widened as Azizi spoke, though he recovered quickly, not quite showing his fear
just yet. “Rapist? Oh, you’re mistaken. Eric wanted it...”

That was as far as the man got before Eric was on him. He’d been silent after returning Azizi’s kiss, but at that comment? Oh hell no, he wasn’t going to take this. “Wanted it? Wanted it? Yeah, I really wanted to have you force yourself on me every chance you got, making me do things I never wanted to do...making me bleed...” He shook Richard by the shoulders, then smacked his brother hard across the face before standing and giving him a good, hard kick to the ribs.

“Fuck you, and I hope you burn in hell, you fucking bastard.” Eric had
to stop himself, because he didn’t want to cry. Not in front of the man who had tormented him one too many times. He knew that Richard simply was not worth his tears.

At Richard’s words... well, it was very lucky for the man Eric reacted, because Azizi would have been unforgiving and more violent than his lovely boy. But also, seeing Eric react like that... it made Azizi proud, so very proud. He even smiled a bit. The longer they were together, the more Eric proved to be his perfect partner, and that excited Azizi. Eric was meeting and surpassing his expectations wonderfully.

After a moment Azizi stepped up behind his lover and fiance, wrapping his arms around him. He brought his mouth to Eric’s ear, eyes on Richard as he struggled to catch his breath and fight past the pain. Silly boy, one would think playing football would give him a higher pain tolerance. “Nicely done, love. Now, shall we show him something good? Show him before he dies what he has never and will never have?”

Eric hummed softly as he felt Azizi’s arms wrap around him, and he leaned back into the embrace. Those words sent a shiver down his spine, one that he knew Azizi would notice, and it wasn’t one of fear. No, this was a very different type of reaction altogether.

“Yes,” he whispered back, moving his head so that Richard couldn’t see what he was saying. “We should show him. Though I think we should somehow silence him as far as speaking? I am really tired of hearing his lies, don’t you agree?” Not that Eric wouldn’t go along with what Azizi decided, of course. But there was a small spark coming forth, something sadistic, and it was giving him a little bit of a rush to be doing something like this.

His gaze turned dark and downright evil, as well as lustful, as he gazed at Richard. Yes, perfect, so very perfect. Eric had been made just for him. “Yes, of course my love,” he said, taking no pains to lower his voice or turn so Richard would not hear or see what he said. It would only add to the anxiety on Richard’s part, not knowing what hey
planned.

He placed a loving kiss to Eric’s neck and moved from his lover. He walked over to where they had everything they’d need gathered and pulled out an bondage stile ball gag and walked up behind Richard. He yanked him into a sitting position, ignoring his outraged cries. They only aided him in getting the ball in place. He snapped it closed tightly, so it would not come out.

Once that was done he brougth his mouth to Richard’s ear and whispered, “Enjoy the show... it will be your last.” And then he was back to Eric, back behind him, arms around his lover. He brought his mouth to Eric’s neck and began kissing on him as hands slid down Eric’s chest, grazing the nipple ring beneath. And once they reached the edge of his shirt he slowly lifted it, revealing Eric’s smooth, pale chest as his long fingers lightly touched.

Eric stayed where he was as Azizi put the gag on Richard, watching his brother’s expression turn from pain to confusion and finally to fear. Now, had Richard not been the abusive asshole to him all
his life, Eric might have felt some pangs of sympathy. However, it didn’t even bother him that his own flesh and blood was going through this. Not after all he’d endured, and really, he was Azizi’s now.

Once his fiance was back behind him, Eric whispered two words, meant for his man alone: “No limits.” And with that, he leaned back against his love, gasping as he was kissed and touched, biting his lip as his chest became exposed like that. He would have wondered what Richard was thinking had
he not been enjoying everything so much.

Those
two words sent a thrill through Azizi. No limits. Those words were intoxicating to him. It showed how much Eric trusted him, to give him no limits in this kind of situation. “I love you,” he whispered back, lips brushing the skin of Eric’s neck. His eyes would always stray back to Richard, watching the mans reactions. Already his struggles were ending as he watched.

Azizi grinned as he revealed the nipple piercings. A new addition Richard did not know about, and he saw the widening of eyes. “Tell him, Eric,” he said, fingers moving to toy with the little silver hoops that kept those nipples permanently erect. “Tell him why you got these piercings, and how good they feel.”

“I love you, Azizi,” Eric replied, loud enough for Richard to hear. That was something that Eric had never told his brother. Never once did he say he loved the other man, unless his parents forced him to, and that obviously never counted. No, Eric said these words with passion, only for his fiance.

Upon hearing Azizi’s request, Eric’s eyes clouded even more with lust. He took a moment to moan softly, a reaction to his lover’s touch, and he looked right at Richard. “I got them for my love,” he started watching his brother’s eyes as he spoke. “I got them for him. For us. And I love them. Fuck, it feels so good...” It was obvious he wanted more, so much more, and knowing they were being watched, for some reason, turned him on even more than he’d ever expected.

Touching Eric, hearing him moan, and dear God, hearing him talk like that... it had Azizi aroused quite obviously, and he didn’t stop himself from pressing his erection up against Eric’s ass to show his lover just what kind of effect he was having on Azizi. Oh no, he wanted Eric to know.

He tweaked one of Eric’s nipples with his fingers before moving that particular hand down lower and lower... down until his long fingers were over that hidden erection, that beautiful cock. He sucked on the side of Eric’s neck for a moment, one hand playing with the hoop while the other lightly massaged his fiance’s cock through his pants. And then he spoke up, amongst the sounds Eric was making.

“I bet you’re very
turned on... and very jealous. I know he never responded like this to you. Never wanted your touch as much as he wants mine...” He grinned evilly at Richard. “He begs for me to touch him... to fuck him...” He turned, catching Eric’s ear with his teeth, teasing the tender lobe. “Don’t you, love.”

Eric groaned in pleasure when he felt Azizi grinding against him, pushing his hips back to get even more of that amazingly sweet friction, and then moving forward once more when that hand touched his cock. “Fuck...” he sighed out, loving how he was being caressed and touched his way, such a stark contrast to what Richard had once done to him.

It was quite obvious by the look in his brother’s eyes that Azizi’s words were correct. And, even though it was his fiance in charge here, Eric felt like he had the upper hand over Richard for the first time in his life. He closed his eyes briefly, shuddering as his lover spoke and at that bite to his ear, and then opened them again when he replied, eyes again trained on the man who had caused him pain for eighteen years.

“I do,” Eric stated, his voice thickening with need and lust. “All the time, as often as I can. I can’t wait for him to fuck me again after we finish....I’d have his cock in me all the time if I could....” He meant that, every last word. No one else had ever had this effect on Eric, especially not Richard. He pressed back again to try and get as close to Azizi as he could, his hands moving to pull at the man’s hips. “All...the...time.”

Azizi moaned as Eric grabbed his hips. The sound of his fiance’s voice, it was getting to him more and more. He loved this. Loved that Eric loved it as well. “Yes, you do. My insatiable little kitten,” he practically purred out in a deep voice. “Wanna show him how
much you love my cock?” He was talking about oral, of course. There was just too much to show Richard before he finally fucked Eric in front of him. So no, no fucking yet.

Eric knew exactly what Azizi was asking him to do, and oh yes, he was all for that. He grinned one of his signature Cheshire cat grins, though this one had a bit of a sexual yet maniacal edge to it. “I would love to,” he replied, finally moving so that he could kneel in front of his fiance. He couldn’t get on his knees fast enough, and he shifted so that Azizi could still watch Richard, yet at an angle so that his brother could eventually see that incredible cock that would soon be in his mouth.

He gazed up at his lover, reverent as he started to unfasten Azizi’s pants. As he did so, he licked his lips in anticipation, so very obvious in the fact that he loved giving head. This was something that Richard also did not know, since the very few times he tried to force Eric to do this? Eric would either refuse (which resulted in being smacked and then fucked dry but he just didn’t even care), or do such a half assed job that it wasn’t even funny. But no, not this time. Eric was going to show off his true love and skill for oral sex, and the fact that he was being watched was already making his own cock twitch and ache in skintight black pants.

There was nothing like the sight of Eric going to his knees, and the way he looked up at Azizi. He loved those smiles Eric gave, and indeed, they sent chills down his spine. Why? because he knew they were just for him.
As Eric started to unfasten his pants Azizi put his hands in Eric’s hair, not pulling, not yet.

He watched as Eric licked his lips and felt the urge to kiss him, but that could wait. He didn’t want to interrupt Eric now. He wanted his lover to put on a fantastic show for his brother. He let Eric pull down his pants and boxer briefs, let him reveal his cock as his own pace. Right now, it was Eric’s show. And as hard as it was to tear his gaze from what Eric was doing, he did. He had to look to
see what Richard was doing. And the sight of the man, cuffed and gagged, sitting on the floor watching them with a raging hard-on was very satisfactory. Azizi couldn’t help but smirk. Fool was turned on despite the danger he was in. Obviously he was an idiot and didn’t realize they would never let him live long after witnessing their love and devotion to each other.

Once Eric had Azizi’s clothing pulled down enough for him to do what he desired to do, his hands moved to rest against those slim hips, pausing for just a brief moment before moving forward to lick along that hard cock in front of him, from base to tip. He then moaned softly at the taste, his lips parting as he took the tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. The feeling of those hands in
his hair felt good already, and he took his time for now, savoring what he was doing.

His eyes opened to catch a sideways glance at Richard, wanting to roll his eyes at what he saw, and then his focus was right back on Azizi. He allowed his throat to relax as he started to take more of that delicious length in, going down a little bit further before pulling back slightly again, and then repeating that motion, taking a little more in every time he did this.

Azizi’s attention wasn’t on Richard for long. How could it be when Eric’s mouth
was so fucking wonderful? That talented tongue did things to him that Azizi couldn’t resist. The moans that left his mouth were all for Eric, all due to those administrations. It felt so good, and Azizi’s hips quivered with the need to move, to thrust himself into that mouth more. He wanted to, but he held back for a bit more. Sometimes the torture of waiting made it all the more sweet.

And finally his hands tugged tightly at that hair, gripping Eric’s firmly as his hips were allowed to moved.
He groaned loudly as he thrust himself into that mouth. He couldn’t handle that ‘little bit at a time’ thing Eric was doing. It was good teasing, but now it was time for more. “Fuck, Eric. I love fucking your pretty little mouth.”

Eric loved it when Azizi got this way
with him, the way his lover would pull his hair and thrust his hips like that. This was something that he never once allowed Richard to do, to have free reign like this. Only Azizi could be this way with him, and he enjoyed every last second of it.

He moaned wantonly around that hard length in his mouth, his eyes glancing upward to look at his fiance’s gorgeous face. He sucked in his cheeks, trying to create some more friction there, and it was so very obvious that he wanted this to continue. That he
wanted more.

At that look from Eric, that look
that urged him on, Azizi stopped holding back. He groaned, fingers curling even more, pulling to what he knew would be a painful degree. But he knew Eric liked it. He also kept thrusting, starting up a good rhythm that, when paired with Eric’s wonderful sucking, was driving Azizi wild. It felt so good, and he knew he wouldn’t last long. He never did, with Eric’s talented mouth. But that would be alright. He’d easily get hard again.

Now the only question was, should he let Eric swallow? Or
should he pull out and come on his face? Both sound absolutely delightful to Azizi.

Once those hands started really tugging painfully like that, Eric moaned again, uncaring of any sort of pain he felt. It only served to drive him on, adding to his own pleasure. His own
erection was throbbing now, and he knew that he would need release soon. But not yet. He wanted to wait for that, to have Azizi deep inside of him when he came.

He finally allowed his eyes to slide shut as he started to get really into this, knowing by his fiance’s movements that the man was getting very close. He did what he could to encourage this, continuing to suck and to let Azizi do exactly what he desired. And he wouldn’t even mind what his lover chose to do, because no matter what, it would
be amazing.

It was easy to tell when Azizi was
getting close, since his thrusting sped up, and his grunting more frequent. He felt the tightening in his thighs and his balls, more signs. But despite that, his orgasm took him by surprise. He was deep in Eric’s mouth when he started to come, a long groan coming from his mouth as he quickly pulled out.

With throbbing cock in hand once he had left that wonderful mouth, Azizi used hsi other hand to tilt Eric’s head back as he finished coming... all over Eric’s face. So, Azizi hadn’t decided,
but he ended up getting a bit of both. Seeing Eric swallow even as he came all over his face. Claiming him, he was claiming Eric in front of Richard, marking Eric as his.

The moment he heard that groan and felt that pulsing in his mouth followed by that salty liquid, Eric
immediately began to swallow. He moaned as well, savoring the taste, not even flinching as Azizi pulled out of his mouth and tilted his head back like that. He found it to be absolutely erotic, his tongue darting out to try and lick up as much as he could.

This was something he never allowed Richard to do, the few times it had been done. He’d spit, but never try to even taste it. This, with Azizi, was completely different. He even made appreciative little sounds as he licked around his lips, so
obviously enjoying every second of being claimed in this way by the man he loved.

He smirked down at Eric, watching him enjoy himself. Beautiful. He wasn’t concerned about Richard in that moment, ignoring the man transfixed on what they were doing. Once he was done coming he let Eric lick the tip of his cock clean. And then he was pulling Eric up to his feet, bringing him up flush to his body.

One hand was still in Eric’s head, keeping his head tilted back. Leaning in close, he began to lick those spots Eric could not reach with his own
tongue, cleaning him off, uncaring of the fact it was his own seamen he was licking up. And once he had cleaned up Eric’s face... He covered Eric’s mouth with his. On his tongue was still the seamen he’d licked off, having not swallowed it. So when he kissed Eric? He transferred it into Eric’s mouth. In the back of his mind he couldn’t help thinking how his pretty little boy should always finish his meals.

Eric did everything willingly, from licking the tip of Azizi’s cock to greedily swallowing the cum that he was being fed from his lover’s mouth, His arms slipped around the man’s slim yet strong shoulders, taking in every last drop, the whole process having turned him on so very much.

Once he’d swallowed everything, he kissed his fiance thoroughly,
glad that the man didn’t mind doing so after oral sex. He’d almost forgotten that Richard was in the room watching them, because he was so into all of this. He only cared about what he was doing in that moment, and how it made him feel.

Eventually the kiss had to end, and they had to come back to reality. The reality of the man they had cuffed and gagged. And... had he moved closer?

Azizi’s brown eyes narrowed as he regarded Richard once more, hands still holding Eric close. Disgusting man... Well, the torture wasn’t over yet, it was
just beginning. Turning back to Eric, he smirked some more. “I think it is time for you to be left to my tender mercy.” Another kiss followed before Azizi released Eric.

Azizi pulled his pants back up around his hips, but did not buckle them. As he approached Richard he kicked out with on foot, kicking the man onto his back. “You disgusting man.” Aziz then positioned his foot over Eric’s brother’s aching cock and began to slowly crush it, enjoying the cries that tried to pass by the gag.
“Getting off on your little brother’s pleasure. I bet you were imagining yourself in my place.” He put more weight on that foot and leaned over Richard.

“It will never happen, though. He’ll never do that for you. He’ll never make those noises for you. He’s mine, all mine. And I’ll be damned if I’ll let scum like you ever touch him again.” He then paused and let his foot up a bit until it was only light pressure, and then no pressure at all as he removed his foot, leaving Richard
crying on the floor.

But Azizi wasn’t done yet. He wanted to cause him pain, then arouse him, cause him more pain, add in more arousal... a continuing thing, all torturous and traumatizing, which will only end when he finally dies.

When Azizi’s attention was diverted, only then did Eric remember that Richard was in the room with them. Thankfully, even though it excited him to know they were being watched, it was enough to take the edge off his own arousal. He knew his brother would be all turned on like that, and it did kind of sicken him, to know that his tormentor was getting off on his pleasure. Like the man once had gotten off on his pain and tears.

He walked up to where they were, staying a step behind Azizi. When he saw what his love was doing, well...that looked painful, but at the same time? He laughed. He just could not help it, his own little sadistic streak shining through in that instant. Submissive or not, it was there, and it did surprise him.

Eric watched and waited, since he gave Azizi complete control over the situation by saying there were no limits. So he awaited his man’s next move, that evil little glint still in his eyes as he watched the scene in front of him.

Reaching back behind him he brought Eric forward. Placed his lover, fiance, partner just before him, arms wrapped around him, chin resting on his shoulder and lips pressing a kiss to his neck. “Enjoying this, my love?”

Azizi was now lost in his sadism. It was a part of him he had never let out like this before. And now that it was? It was like a strong drug. Heady, and addicting. Reaching down he touched Eric again through his pants, pressing against him, lips moving over his neck. “Are you ready to continue the show? I want to leave him so traumatized he no longer can tell the difference between pain and pleasure...”

Eric moved easily into Azizi’s embrace, like he always did, his own slender arms going back around his man as he arched his neck, those lips so good along both his skin and the leather of his collar. “Yes, love. Very much so,” he admitted, also feeling that addiction start to build and run through his veins.

He’d never seen Azizi like this, and it was turning him on even more. Even though he did wonder if his fiance had done this before, had tortured and killed before, but this was not the time to ask such a thing. Instead, he moaned as his lover pressed up against his still aching cock, trying to form the words to answer. “Definitelty. I’d love that, and yes, please do. Remember, no limits.”

Eric, his perfect Eric. He kissed his neck once more, hands unbuckling his pants. His good little boy, so willing and eager to do
everything Azizi wanted him to do. “My love... I want to bend you over him, and do all those things to you with my tongue that you enjoy until you beg for my cock.” He was saying this for Richard to hear, on purpose and with that grin of his clear to see. “And then I’m going to fuck you hard, just like you love it. I want you to come hard, show your brother just how you love it.”

Eric bit his lip as Azizi unfastened his belt, sighing softly as those long fingers unfastened his black jeans. His eyes glazed over even more as his lover spoke, because yes, he did want that. He wanted it all, and then some, as he got lost in everything going on around them. He knew it would not only be the perfect way to show his brother that he belonged only to Azizi, but also the fact that the idea of public sex was always a huge turn on for him.

“Please...” Eric moaned, starting to beg for it already. He was still hard and aching, and still willing to go as far as possible, to push and test his own boundaries...and yes, to descend into this madness. He was ready for that, and there would be no turning back now.

That please was the only assent he needed. He placed a light bite to Eric’s neck, a possessive bite. And then he was pushing Eri’cs pants down, no longer paying Richard any mind. And once he had those pants down he moved Eric closer, and bent him over, making Eric brace himself on the wall, all over the curled up and frightened form of his brother.

Standing there with Eric’s lovely ass bared, Azizi couldn’t help the little slap followed by a massaging touch. “Are you sure you want it, kitten?” As he said that he moved down to his knees behind him, both hands massaging those cheeks, trying to rile Eric up more.

Eric moved with Azizi, easily like he always did, letting himself be guided and directed by his man, Every touch, from the biting to the slap and gentle touch that followed, made him want this even more. His hips were pushing back already, back sloping a little as his fiance knelt down behind him.

“Yes...I do,” he groaned, his
forehead now resting against the wall as his hands braced there as well. “I want it....please....” He likely would have agreed to anything right then, no matter what it was, and he could only imagine what Richard was doing on the floor beneath him.

Azizi was still grinning as he finally spread those cheeks, revealing that little entrance he loved so very much. “So beautiful,” he said before moving forward, placing a kiss to each cheek, and then placing a lingering one on that puckered entrance. And then he gave a teasing lick, followed by another one, and another... licking, kissing and giving the occasional light bite, all to stimulate Eric and making him want more. Much more.

As soon as Eric was touched, he cried out, his eyes closing and the pleasure he was already feeling clearly etched on his features. Yes, this was exactly what he desired. What he needed. He could not help himself, and just knowing that he was showing his former tormentor that he had moved on and could feel this way was making it that much more intense for him.

“Azizi...fuck...yes. I love it when you do this to me....” Eric gasped, unable to hold back. “More...I need more, love....” His voice was taking a desperate edge already, becoming even more lost in lust and sadism by the second.

Yes, that was it. He wanted to hear Eric beg for it. He wanted Richard to hear Eric beg for it. He could only imagine the thoughts going through his head as he watched the brother he had lusted after enjoy himself so thoroughly. And eventually Azizi gave in. He pressed his tongue inward, moving it in and out, moaning as he tasted his lover so completely. He loved how he tasted, so wonderful and heavy on his tongue. He continued on, moaning as he felt his own cock becoming fully hard again so soon. He twisted his
tongue inside of him, twirling, stretching him, making him feel wonderful, making Eric cry out more.

Eric was indeed enjoying himself, his moans and cries being sounds that he knew Richard had never heard from him before. That tongue working its magic was doing him in, and
he did press back as much as he could, not caring if he looked like a whore. He was Azizi’s completely, and how he acted with his lover was just that...between him and his lover.

“Oh fuck....please. I need you to fuck me....I want it....no...I need you to pound me until I scream....” he sighed out, not even worried about the volume of his voice due to the rave happening below them. He was wanting this, and he wanted it right now.

Like there was a chance in hell Azizi would ignore that. No way, not when Eric was saying all the right things to make Azizi want to do just that. He growled as he moved from Eric’s lovely ass. Standing up once more he shoved his pants down enough so he cock was free again. He gripped those thin hips firmly, voice low when he spoke. “You will scream. You’ll scream my name until you’re hoarse.”

And with that said he pushed in, with no teasing at the entrance, just pushing into that tight, wet hole. He groaned loudly, not holding back at the feeling of that wonderful ass engulfing him. “So fucking wonderful!”

At Azizi’s words, Eric felt a wonderful little shiver travel down his spine. It was such a thrill for him, to be a part of this, and the way that his fiance took charge actually made him feel very liberated as opposed to restricted. He had always wanted this in his life, and now that he had it, there was no way he would ever let it go.

His own groan echoed Azizi’s as he felt the man’s huge cock pushing inside of him, his head tilting back as he tried to push his hips back and meet the man who was entering him. “Yes! Fuck yes!” he moaned, and he knew this would be some of the most intense sex of his life already. “I fucking love your cock in me!”

Azizi kept pushing in until he was hilt deep, taking only a moment to savor it. And then he was pulling all the way back out only to roughly thrust all the way back in, the motion bringing more moans from him. And on it goes, faster each time. And eventually a hand finds its way around to Eric’s front, seeking out his large, beautiful cock and touching it, stroking it. “Come on, kitten, cry for me.”

Eric absolutely loved this. He loved how Azizi would pull out all the way only to slam back in, loved the way his fiance called him ‘kitten’. The moment that hand sought out his cock, he knew he would be a goner soon, but he would hold out as long as he could, or until Azizi told him to release.

At the words, Eric did cry out, helpless to stop himself even though stopping was the last thing he wanted. “Fuck me...oh God. Azizi...fuck me...” he groaned, his voice pleading and begging for it. “Never stop fucking me.....”

Azizi’s only response is to pound him harder, hand on his cock moving faster as Azizi’s free hand gripped his hip, keeping him stead through out the pounding. This is why Azizi could have no one else. Only Eric could do this with him. Only Eric could be his equal in this.

The faster and harder he went the more sure he was that he would not last long. Eric felt too good, and the situation was too arousing. “Never... mine...” he got out. He could feel it drawing closer... but he wanted Eric to climax first so... “Now! Fuck, Eric, come now. I want you to come into my hand now!” His command was ground out, animal-like.

It was taking all that Eric had to not come right away. It all felt so good, but no, he wasn’t going to come until his partner was ready for him to do so. It was something he was conditioning himself mentally to do, since it only added to Azizi’s pleasure, and therefore, to his own. Which was just how he wanted it. Submissive but equal...a strange combination, but one that worked in this situation.

And then finally...he heard it. It was all he needed and finally, he allowed himself to release. His whole body shuddered, head thrown back as he cried out. “Azizi...fuck! Come inside me, love...I want your cum in me...” he gasped, his own orgasm taking over as he came into his lover’s hand.

The feeling of Eric’s orgasm was addicting. The spasming around his cock, those sounds and words leaving those sinful lips, the sound of his voice. There was no one more erotic than Eric Claybourne in this world, not to Azizi. And that command... anyone else would have been slapped, but Eric? It was more thank welcomed, it was encouraged.

His hand gripped his hip tighter, hips thrusting at a brutal speed. And when he came, he came buried deep inside of Eric, with his lover's name on his lips. It was intense, more intense than cumming on Eric’s face. And so much more satisfying. And he stayed like that through the orgasm, making sure his seed was buried deep within Eric, and would not go anywhere.

“Mine,” he said, pulling Eric up and back against him, keeping his cock inside of him. He brought his cum covered hand up to his lips, arm wrapping around his love in the process, and took a long lick of his hand, humming at the taste of Eric. “All mine...”

Eric was practically screaming as he felt Azizi’s hips piston like that, and then that pulsing deep within his body. Yes, it was exactly what he wanted, and the fact that his lover didn’t get upset over his command? that meant the world to him. Never mind that Eric never, not once, made these sounds or said these words for Richard. It was like he was a whole other person here, and really, it was his true self. He never had to hide who and what he was with his fiance.

He groaned in pleasure as Azizi pulled him up and stayed inside of him, another bolt of excitement coursing through him as he looked over to watch his love lick the semen off his hand. “Fuck...yes. Yours...all yours...”

Azizi took his time, cleaning his hand and savoring the taste that was Eric. Yes, definitely after this, he would marry Eric. He would bind this man to him in a way that would make him forever Azizi’s. He would not let him go, not in this life, or the next.

Leaving two fingers still covered Azizi offered them to Eric, lips grazing his ear as he spoke. “Come on, love, have a taste of what has me so addicted to you.” He then sucked Eric’s tender ear lobe into his mouth and began to tease it.

Eric moaned as that hand was brought to his lips, and the way that Azizi teased at the silver hoop in his ear which matched the ones in his nipples...it felt incredible. Yes, he would marry this man, have the love of his life with him forever. Azizi was his savior, and in this moment, he knew it.

He smiled, a bit wicked, as he started to lick his fiance’s hand clean. It didn’t matter to
him that he was tasting himself, in fact, he thought this was all so sexy and dirty, in the best kind of way. Everything about this moment was downright sinful, in the hottest way possible. And it was not over yet.

Azizi watched his lover clean his hand as he idly teased that piercing, giving Eric time to come down, as well as himself. Richard was still forgotten on the floor, and he was going to stay that way for now. No, he wasn’t worth breaking this moment for, so he would let it last, this demented intimacy.

“You are so sexy when you
do that,” he said, voice low. “I could get hard again and fuck you some more just watching you do that.” A truth, proven by the slight stirrings of his cock, which was still inside his lover. “But we do have so much more to do before we can go home and enjoy ourselves...”

Now, Eric would not have minded having another round right then and there, since with Azizi, he was insatiable. How could he not be? But yes, that had to wait. So he leaned back against his partner, looking at his face as best he could given the awkward angle.

“Yes, we do,” he answered, the look in his eyes still quite wicked. “When we get home, will you fuck me all night? In our bed? Please?” he asked, hoping that the answer would be yes because he knew he’d need that to get this all out of his system. This was still the most incredible rush for him. And it was about to shift....

Reaching over he caressed the side of Eric’s face lovingly, a little wicked smile of his own appearing. Need he ask? Eric should know that was what was coming... but far be it from Azizi not to vocalize the fact. “Love, I’m going to fuck you until you collapse in exhaustion, even if it takes until midday tomorrow to do so.” All very true. He wouldn’t feel like he had accomplished anything if he did not do exactly that.

“Now tell me, love... out of all the toys we brought with use, which one do you want to use to play with your brother?” An innocent sounding question... with entirely sinister meanings. Because each and every toy they had was engineered to cause Richard a supreme amount of pain. Yes, all the pleasure was done with now. Now the man was going to get a taste of his own medicine.

Eric felt his own cock start to stir at Azizi’s answer, since that was just what he wanted. “Yes...and then I’ll have to stay in bed all day because I won’t be able to walk,” he added, just loving that thought. He really could not get enough of the sex, but that was not the only reason he loved Azizi. Oh no, he loved everything about this man, and had a feeling that, the more he learned, the more
he’d grow to love him.

He then thought for a moment, since everything they’d brought sounded tantalizing to use. “I think I know just he thing,” he stated, thinking about the large dildo he’d picked out. It was starting small, if you could call it that, but all the better to get things started. they couldn’t break out the worst of it right away, after all.

Azizi smiled. That’s my kitten. He kissed the side of Eric's neck softly and then eased himself out of Eric. He hated the loss, but it was necessary for now. “Then go get your toy, along with the rope and the...” Azizi gave a special sadistic grin before he spoke again. “surprise.” It was, of course, the special ecstasy cocktail meant to amp up the part of your brain that delegated pleasure. It would turn everything that was pain into the most unbelievable bit of pleasure ever. they’d be tearing him open, and he’d still beg for more.

He gave Eric’s nice, firm little ass a swat to get him going and then pulled up his pants and buckled. Only then did Richard get a look from Azizi. The pathetic man, fearful, it was plain to see. But yet again he was aroused. This bastard... oh, he was going to get exactly what was coming to him. “I hope you’re prepared, Richard. We’re going to send you to Hell in a hand basket.”

Eric groaned at the loss of Azizi inside him, but he knew he’d have more later. He giggled as his ass was swatted, pulling his pants up and walking over to their stash to retrieve the requested items. Once he did, he held them behind his back as he approached his fiance and his brother.

“Did you enjoy that, big brother?” Eric asked Richard, his voice holding a dangerous edge to it. “Did you wish that was you doing those things to me? Huh? I’ll bet you did. Well, you know what? too fucking bad. It ends here.” He then moved so he was close to his brother’s ear, but not too close, and spoke so Azizi could also hear. “Why couldn’t you love me? Because I was different, and not all perfect like you? Guess what. Your freak of a brother, the little fag, is going to show you what happens when you don’t show him any love. I hope you enjoy it.”

With that, he moved away, but not before backhanding the man. He then stood, handing Azizi everything, moving to stand next to his fiance and await his instructions.

Azizi was proud of his little one right then. So mouthy, and so very his. “Well, love, let’s get started,” he said once Eric was done with Richard. “You rememebr how to tie, right?” He waited for Eric’s assent and handed him the rope. “I’ll hold him down, and you get him trussed up good.”

Moving once Eric had the rope he pulled Richard out into the middle of the floor and forced him onto his stomach. “You know, I just can’t wait to see the crime scene photos... Maybe they’ll let us keep one as a memento, yes?” He was saying this all for Richard as he pinned him down so Eric could work on him.

And once he was all tied up, that was when Azizi donned the gloved. Basic medical gloves, enough not to leave a print. He then went to work preparing the cocktail and loading the syringe. All in full view of Richard, all done up like a bondage dom’s wet dream. Azizi loved the fear in his eyes. After removed air bubbled from the needle he then inserted it into his arm, pumping the drug directly into his blood stream. “In a minute or so you’ll be feeling real good.” He patted the back of Richard’s head, a bit hard but who the hell cared? And then turned to Eric. “But there is no need to wait until then, love.” Walking over he pulled Eric in close for a kiss. “Go ahead and make him scream.”

Eric slipped on his own gloves before taking the rope, wiping down the things he’d previously touched with the towel he’d grabbed to be safe, and then moved to get Richard all trussed up. While he didn’t really have experience with bondage other than light things, he did know how to do this thanks to research he’d done, and he tied up his brother expertly. “Can we TiVo the news reports, love?” he asked in response to the crime scene
photo question, winking at his fiance as he spoke.

Once Richard was tied, he held his brother’s arm, helping to get a good vein for Azizi to inject the drugs into. Then he returned that kiss, grinning his most wicked grin as his man spoke. “I think I can manage that,” he replied, moving to unfasten Richard’s jeans and pull them and his underwear down, trying to not think about that as he did.

He then kicked his brother into the right position and placed the dildo at the man’s entrance, completely unprepared like he’d once had been with his brother. ‘I hope this hurts you more than it hurts me,” he stated, and pushing it inside was a bit of a struggle, but he did manage it after a few attempts.

This was good. As Eric went to work, shoving that toy into his brother, Azizi stepped back to watch. The man’s eyes bulged and you could hear his muffled screaming. It was music to his ears. Azizi moved to lean against a wall so he could have a good view and pulled out his cigarette’s. Nice expensive cloves. He placed the black,
slender tube on his lips and lit up. Yes, a smoke while watching Eric torture his brother? Perfect.

Azizi stayed a spectator and assistant through out it. Smoking, getting Eric what he needed, even sharing a cigarette with his fiance while he worked. And eventually the screaming was reduced to moaning as pain turned to pleasure. It was fun watching that mix of pain and pleasure, seeing how the man was now utterly twisted inside.

And toward the end of it Azizi knelt behind Eric. He put a newly lit clove to Eric’s lips and then reached down, touching his love while he tortured his brother. “Are you enjoying yourself, my love?”

Eric focused solely on all of his painful memories, on everything that Richard had done to him for the eighteen years he had been alive in this world. It was what he needed to keep his edge, to return all of the pain and fear that he’d been on the receiving end of for as long as he could remember. He was glad for the smokes, his own tastes shifting from ordinary, everyday cigarettes to these more expensive cloves, and he would glance over at Azizi from time to time, sharing looks that only his love could understand. Not to mention the assistance was quite nice, so he didn’t have to stop and move to get the things he
needed.

He took a deep inhale once that clove was at his lips, gasping as he exhaled when his fiance touched him. That touch alone was arousing him, especially when coupled with the rush he felt at this newly found thing that was taking over his mind. “Oh yes,” he replied, grinning like the Cheshire cat as he spoke. “And I think he is enjoying it now.” Perhaps a bit too much, Eric thought to himself, but he did not vocalize that yet. Because it was not quite over.

Azizi grinned a bit, nipping at Eric’s ear, teasing the little hoop for a moment. “But can you imagine what is going through his mind? Knowing what we are doing to him... and hating himself for finding it pleasurable. The disgust, the hate, rage... and the powerlessness at being absolutely unable to prevent it.” As he spoke his trailed little ghost kisses down Eric's neck, hand massaging that beautiful cock through those skinny black jeans.

Reaching out with his free hand he pulled something he had found in the room to him, a long rusty pipe. Lifting it up he made sure Richard could see exactly what it was. “Now, can you just imagine what is going through his mind now?” He bit Eric’s neck lightly just above the leather collar. “What do you think, will this be a good lead up to the finale, my love?” And of course, the entire time he was still fondling Eric.

Between that hand fondling him and those nips to his ear and neck, Eric was moaning already. Every word that Azizi said kept him going, and he vocalized his thoughts out loud. “I can, and I wonder if it’s similar to what I went through? All the pain and hate I felt, the way I felt sick and used inside...” The more Eric spoke, the more brutal he became. It was almost as if he was reliving it in a way, finally letting out everything that he’d kept buried deep within his
own psyche. And it felt good, so very good.

He saw the pipe, and his grin was downright evil as he took it from his fiance. “I think this will do quite nicely,” he answered, reaching over to give Azizi an intense kiss before removing the toy that he was using, replacing it with that pipe.

When Azizi had met Eric... there had been absolutely no inkling that inside of him laid the boy Azizi held now. Within Eric was a reserve of sadism that matched his own, and he loved it utterly. Eric, his perfect Eric, completely in Azizi’s
control, and just knowing that was enough. No, Azizi would never use that knowledge of the control he had, never abuse it. It would take away from Eric all that he loved.

As Eric moved to replace the toy he had been using with the pipe Azizi pushed down on Eric's pants again, hand slipping inside to find Eric’s cock. And one he had it in his hand he began to slowly stroke him. He had not planned to do this but... he rather liked the idea of Eric getting off to torturing his brother like this...
give his lover one very good memory when it came to Richard. Or, well, something like that.

Eric knew that Azizi was the one who held the control in this relationship, at least somewhere in his mind he did. He wasn’t stupid after all. However, he did not mind this, not in
the least. He gave himself to Azizi in that way of his own accord, willingly and freely, and he loved it. It was something that he’d always deeply desired, and in giving his lover control over him, it was actually acting like a release for him, just really liberating in his submission. And Azizi’s encouragement of his own sadistic streak? That was what sealed this even further for Eric. All the things he’d hidden for all those years, out of fear of being branded a freak, were now not only accepted, but encouraged. And it was an addiction to him.

Groaning loudly as Azizi’s hand started to stroke him, Eric got down to business, using that pipe on Richard in the manner that his brother had once used him: brutal and relentless. He didn’t care. He just couldn’t care, and any part of him that thought this was wrong? Was completely gone from him. And the more Azizi touched him, the more he got into this, his own pleasure heightening this experience.

“That’s it, love. Moan loudly for me.” As he spoke he kept on stroking, his hand gripping tighter and moving over him faster. Faster and faster. His mouth kept moving along Eric’s neck, kissing and sucking along the edge of the collar. “Fuck your brother real good, love. Make him bleed... break him down completely...” And if the tears coming from Richard’s eyes even as he moaned around the gag were any indication... Richard was very much on his way to being a broken man.

Oh, God. If Azizi kept this up, Eric knew he would be a goner very soon. “Yes....” he moaned, that single word both an answer to his lover’s words, and to the way he was being touched. He gave it to Richard good and hard while his hips thrust into that hand, this whole twisted experience pushing him to a head
space that was so intense that he could hardly believe it even existed. But now that he did, he knew he could get very used to it.

“Azizi...fuck...” he gasped, fucking his brother raw with that pipe as he bit his own lip, so very close to coming now. But he wanted to finish this first, even if the death blow waited a little bit.

Azizi’s clove cigarette lay forgotten between the fingers of one hand, which rested on Eric’s hip, slowly burning down. But thoughts on that did not occupy his mind. No, watching the scene before him and keeping
his lover pleasured was all in his focus. “My good little kitten,” he said as his lips moved to kiss along his jawline as far as he could reach easily from his position. “Fuck him harder, love... Make him come before you do.” Or when he did. Either way, he wanted the pleasure of seeing both men climax. The sadism of the circumstances around both having Azizi hard and aching... but he’d wait until he had Eric home. His sister be damned, she’d survive listening to their lovemaking.

Eric nodded as best he could, smiling as Azizi praised him. He knew that he sure as hell did not want to touch Richard’s cock, so he did something else. He shifted the pipe a bit, aiming for his brother’s prostate, and knowing that he got it from the way the man’s cries changed. He smiled more, sadistic, and it took the edge off enough for him to finish this once and for all.

He recalled with disgust how his brother sounded during orgasm, and when he heard it this time...it was still a cause for some revulsion, simply because of who it was and the memories there. And yet, it was so very different. He held the upper hand now, and he was also now able to tune out those sounds and focus on what Azizi was doing to him more fully, his own hand on autopilot with that pipe as he gave his own shout. With that, he shuddered, coming hard into Azizi’s gloved hand, not even caring that his jeans and underwear would now be a bit sticky. It just all felt way too good.

That was his boy. So very obedient. Azizi had ignored the sounds of Richard’s orgasm, them not doing it for Azizi. But the look in the man’s eyes and the sound of Eric coming? Now that did it for him. Yes, it was time to end this, because he wanted Eric home and on his knees begging to
be fucked. The clove was tossed into the little jar used to collect them, and with that hand he guided Eric's face to look at him and kissed him long and hard, hand still on his lover’s cock and milking him of every last drop.

And then he had to pull himself away from Eric, lest he push him back onto the floor to fuck him again. With a satisfied grin on his face (never mind the fact he was very obviously turned on) he removed the soiled glove, depositing it in the little garbage jar he’s made.
And thenm using the still gloved hand, he pulled out the glock he had brought. Standard issued for ghetto punks in gang and the drug market, easy to identify... hard as hell to trace.

“Feel like doing the honors, kitten?”

Eric returned that kiss, moaning into it, and then moved to ease the pipe out of his brother bit by bit until it was removed, tossing it onto the floor alongside Richard. He had no use for it now. He did look at what had been done, and yes, Richard was in bad shape. The blood on the man’s thighs, to Eric, felt like justice for all the years of abuse he’d endured at his brother’s hand.

He then stood, watching as Azizi walked over with the gun. He’d never shot someone before, but then again, he’d never fucked anyone with a rusty pipe before, either. Still, all of that pent up anger and pain was still welled up within him, and he knew there was only one way for him to let go of it once and for all.

Taking the gun from Azizi, he nodded, moving so that he could do this where it would mean for certain Richard would be dead. Once he did, he closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and opened them again just before he fired the weapon.

Azizi stayed close, a hand at the small of Eric’s back. Guiding, comforting. He was there for Eric. And though he felt no guilt or remorse for what was to happen, he knew that his lover would need him. As sadistic as Eric was turning out to be... he was still a submissive boy... emotional where Azizi was cold. And once the killing blow was had he reached out and took the gun from Eric, in his gloved hand. And then he pulled Eric into his arms, kissing him, saying no words for now.

Eric knew that somewhere, if he looked into his brother’s eyes before the killing...he would still do it. Still, he did not want to take any sort of risk with this, so he aimed for the temple instead, and got it with that shot. He watched as his brother slumped over, an odd mix of emotions coursing through him as he moved into his fiance’s embrace.

He returned that kiss, feeling safe now, safe in the knowledge that Richard could never hurt him ever again. Also, in knowing that he had found his perfect mate, the one person who understood him completely and loved him regardless of anything.

Once the kiss broke, he turned back to his brother. He saw the blood trickling down the man’s cheek, and it looked so tempting...but no. He didn’t know where Richard had been, and thankfully, his own tests had come back clean. He sure as hell wasn’t going to risk that.

With that, he looked back at Azizi. “I love you, so much. Let’s get out of here,
please?” He knew he’d be wiping everything for prints and their DNA, but other than that? He was done. This was a rush, and he wanted to go home and get the rest of this out in bed with his man.

Azizi and Eric: Confrontations and confessions

2011-01-29T04:14:04Z

The past couple of weeks had been very different for Eric. He alternated his time between his own apartment and Azizi’s condo, only staying at his own place when he had an early class at school. When he wasn’t there, or at work, he was with his new lover, who was
more than making up for all the times Eric had gone without affection before. He really was very happy, even if certain things were new to him. Azizi was also showering him with presents, including a collar, which was also different for him. Still, he saw it as an outward symbol that he belonged to the man, for all the world to see, and he wore it with pride.

Of course, others weren’t seeing it that way. His instructors at school had commented more than once that the collar was inappropriate, even
though he’d ignored them so far. And work? Well, ever since that night where Azizi had surprised him (and had that altercation with Michael), things were slowly getting worse, even though he still excelled at his job. Not to mention the looks the owner gave him over the collar, which again, he ignored.

Eric had yet to discuss things at school with Azizi, given that classes were otherwise all right. However, he did tell his lover about his work situation which, to his surprise, led to Azizi telling
Eric to go in that night and give his notice. The man added that he’d support Eric, and while Eric would usually argue this? Given the way his relationship was, he did not question his lover at all, and agreed to it. He did wear the man’s collar after all, and would respect those wishes.

Once his shift was over, he went into Michael’s office, and asked if he could speak to the man. Michael agreed, and he began to explain that he was leaving. However, this was not going well at all. Michael
questioned Eric, saying this was not like Eric to do this, which caused Eric to become annoyed. How could the man assume what he was like?

Then it went from bad to worse. Michael started telling Eric things, terrible things, about Azizi.

It was getting tedious, standing outside and waiting for Eric. He should have gone in to wait for Eric, to keep his eye on his boy. Yes, because he was his. The weeks since they met proved that, as well as the collar Eric now wore proudly around his neck. Things were turning out perfectly. Eric was becoming his more and more each day, and soon they would match seamlessly. Azizi just needed some more time, and then it would be.

This was why Azizi was waiting patiently. Because he knew Eric needed to do certain things on his own. He needed to make some decisions on his own, and leaving behind his employment was one of them. It would mean Eric was willingly walking to him and depending on him. A pivotal step. But as he snuffed out his second clove he knew it was taking too long.

So he pushed off his car and stalked up to the club and entered, immediately seeing something wrong. Eric wasn’t in sight, and as he neared Michael’s office the fact something was wrong was confirmed. Those sounds were not good. Azizi was already angry as he opened the door, but what he saw upon opening it? Well, his sight became red at the edges, a sign of his murderous temper starting to come through.

Michael was forcing himself on Eric. It was obvious he was by the look on Eric’s face and the fact he was pushing at the man, as well as the fact his pet was trying to remove the ring from Michael’s lip. That last one made a bit of pride shoot through Azizi, but it was brief and happened amidst reacting to the situation. And as he reached them, he caught Michael going for the collar and that was the last straw. He grabbed the man by the back of his shirt and with unexpected strength, he threw him into the wall of his office.

“You fucking bastard,” he growled out at Michael as he advanced slowly, every inch a feline predator right then. “You must really have a death wish.”

Of course, Eric didn’t know whether Michael was looking out for his best interest or not, and even though he was uncertain whether the man was telling the truth? Well, he did know one thing. And that was the fact that he was going to stick with Azizi, and stay by his man’s side. There was a lot going on beneath the surface that affected this decision, which would likely soon surface, but this was really not the time for such things.

He argued with Michael,
countering that none of it had any actual effect on his relationship with Azizi, and that was when things went from bad to worse. Before he knew it, Michael was on him, trying to kiss him. He was shocked, and even more things started to well up within Eric, bad things that he’d managed to keep buried for a long time. But he couldn’t do anything about it then. All he could do was concentrate on getting Michael off of him, pushing the man back and using the lip ring the man wore to his advantage by trying to yank it out with his teeth.

Eric then felt that hand on his collar, and that was the final straw. He was about to allow his knee to meet Michael’s groin, but then he felt the man being pried away from him. It was Azizi, and the look in his man’s eyes? Damn, it was downright dangerous. And he was certainly glad for it, because he knew now that he would be protected.

He watched as Michael tried to say something to Azizi, but he didn’t quite catch the words. Not that he cared to, really, as he
tried to keep his own emotions from taking over.

Whatever words Michael had been about to say where drowned out as Azizi backhanded him, sending the man’s head back into the wall. “I’ve been patient with you, Michael. But that ends now.” All that kept going through
Azizi’s head then was the scene he walked in on, seeing Michael’s hands on Eric, his lips on his boy, his partner.

“You’re fucking crazy!”

Azizi smirked and grabbed the front of Michael’s shirt, dragging the man near as he leaned down. “Yes, I’m crazy, but not as crazy as you. Eric is mine. And you will never have him.” And that was when the first punch flew, catching Michael in the cheek hard, followed by another... and another...

Eric stayed where he was, just watching the heated exchange between the two men. All he could think about was how glad he was that
Azizi was there, combined with something else. Something darker, from his past. And how, well, all of this was deserved.

Even though a small part of him, kind of like an angel sitting on his shoulder, was telling him to say something or otherwise try to break this up...Eric did nothing of the sort. He’d been hurt too many times before, and no one had ever stood up for him. Not once. Azizi was the very first person in his entire life who did so, even if it seemed a bit crazy even in his own mind. He
did take a step forward, quietly, not interfering as he kept watching what was happening. And as much as he wanted to get a punch or two in himself, he wasn’t going to try right then. This, after all, was not his show.

Azizi kept right up with his punching, breaking the
man’s nose, and maybe even fracturing his jaw. On he went until Michael went limp, passed out from either the pain or one of many punches to his head. Azizi snarled in disgust and let him drop back limply on the floor, but he was still wound up, and he practically trembled with the tension still in his body. “Come near him again...” … and I’ll kill you. The last part said silently, since he didn’t want Eric to hear. And really, it was said for his benefit alone. Michael couldn’t hear him at the
moment.

Eventually he turned to Eric, ignoring his throbbing fist, spattered in blood from Michael. It was easy to tell he was still on edge, but he’d lost most of his murderous edge. Reaching out his grabbed onto Eric’s arm and pulled him in. “Did he hurt you?” he asked before he claimed those lips in an almost brutal kiss. He would wipe away all signs that Michael had ever touched what was his. At least that was his plan for the moment.

Eric stayed silent throughout everything, not even flinching as Michael collapsed, much to his own surprise. And had Azizi said the part about killing out loud? Well, he wouldn’t have even protested. He didn’t even stop to think about it, since if he did, he knew that he’d start crying. None of his tears, however, would
have been his man’s fault, so he just refrained from going there, not wanting to make an emotionally charged situation even worse by being misunderstood.

His eyes were on Azizi’s fist as the man approached, and he was about to ask if he would be okay, even though he could sense the electricity flowing from his lover. He got as far as nodding in response to the question, and was about to speak, when he was pulled into that kiss. He found himself feeding off of it, and returning it fully, and was
completely helpless to stop himself from doing so. He was starting to believe that what Michael had told him was indeed true, but really, he didn’t even care. This was what he wanted, what his choice was.

Azizi’s hands found their way into Eric’s thick hair as he kissed
him, fingers pressing into his scalp, pushing Eric more into the kiss. His lips and tongue moved as if he was planning on devouring the younger man, and he wanted to, in a way. But before he could do that, he had to get them home. So he eventually broke away from the kiss, now very obviously aroused and uncaring of the fact anyone could tell.

“We’re going home,” was all he said as he turned and pulled Eric along. On they went out of the club, Azizi not caring if anyone was still there to see
them leave. Sure he left a mess, but it didn’t concern him. Not at all. Instead he put Eric in his car and made quick work of getting them out of there and to his condo. His condo was their safe haven. No one would interrupt him there. No one would come between them once they were inside. And Azizi only waited long enough to shut and lock the door before he had Eric pressed up against the wall to be kissed again.

Eric was really getting into the kiss, almost forgetting what had just happened as his mind was driven to distraction. But all too soon, it was over, and he nodded again, wordless as he allowed Azizi to guide him out of the club. He didn’t give Michael, or anyone else, a backwards glance as he exited the place for what he knew would be the last time. As much as he had enjoyed working there, tonight had showed him that this wasn’t a part of his life any more. That his reality was now so very different than it had once been, even just a few short weeks before.

He had so much on his mind, so much he wished to say, as he sat in the passenger seat of Azizi’s car. But he knew this was not the time for words, although he definitely planned on spilling his heart and soul out later. However, right now? Well, this was the time for him to forget, to get things out of his system in a more physical way, while allowing his man to do the same.

Once they were inside the condo, Eric still had yet to remove his coat before Azizi was kissing him again, his back pinned to the wall as he was practically devoured. He responded in kind, moaning into his man’s mouth as his arms pulled Azizi against him, unable to get close enough right then.

Yes, this was most definitely the time for action. Talking could come later when the both of them had their heads of straight, when their emotions were not flying high. But right now, all Azizi cared about was erasing every mark, visible and invisible, Michael had left of Eric. That piece of scum had touched what was his, and knowing that angered Azizi. He wouldn’t feel right again until he was certain he had Eric reclaimed utterly and completely.

As he kissed Eric and pressed him back to the wall he worked on getting his coat off first, and then his hands were pulling at his lover’s coat, breaking that delightful hold Eric had on him only long enough to get rid of the offending piece of clothing. Hell, all their clothes were offending at that time. His mouth broke from Eric’s as it moved to Eric’s ear, leaving a trail of messy kisses in its wake. “I need you,” he growled into Eric’s ear the same moment he tugged at Eric’s hair, forcing the boy to tilt his head back. “I need to reclaim you.” He sucked in a deep breath, lips and teeth lightly grazing over his ear lobe. “I
can’t stand thinking about him touching you...”

Eric knew full well how Azizi was likely feeling in that moment, and he could certainly understand the reasons why. He kissed back with that same fervor, moving back as Azizi stripped him of his coat. He just wanted to take off his clothes and burn them at this point, simply because Michael had touched them. And he wanted all traces of that man gone from him.

“Yes...” he gasped at those words, head tilting back easily and shivering as he felt those teeth against his earlobe. “I
want...no, I need you to. I don’t want to think about him violating me any more...” And there it was, the things that were brewing under the surface starting to show, at his choice of words in that statement. But he didn’t want to dwell, or explain, in this moment. No, he wanted this taken from his body first. The rest would happen out later. “I’m yours. All yours.”

Violating.... That one word flamed the anger inside of Azizi. Violating. Michael had violated Eric. He’d hurt his love, his partner. Azizi ripped Eric’s shirt open, buttons flying but he did not care. The only thing that mattered was Eric and making him Azizi’s once again. “Yes, only mine.”

Azizi pushed the shirt down off Eric’s shoulders as he forced Eric to move, to walk backwards in the direction of their bathroom. His mouth descended on his lover’s shoulder, kiss, biting and sucking as the shirt fell away and Azizi’s hands went to the front of Eric’s pants. All he knew was that all Eric’s clothes better be gone by the time they were in the shower, because he was going in it whether naked or not.

Eric moaned as he felt the shirt being torn from his body, not caring at all about it. It was his work shirt anyway, and he no longer planned on wearing it to begin with. His own hands reached out almost blindly, starting to work on Azizi’s shirt as he moved backwards towards the bathroom, a few buttons popping off in the process. He hoped that was all right, but really, he’d worry about this later.

He was working on his lover’s belt buckle when they reached the bathroom, gasping at the attentions to his shoulder, groaning in pleasure already. “I need you...” he groaned, pushing his body closer to Azizi’s to emphasize his point. He needed all of this taken from him, to know that Azizi would take him completely.

The last thing on Azizi’s mind was the state their clothing would end up in. While he would have been annoyed with other random boys for damaging his expensive shirt, with Eric... it was nothing compared to Eric. It was just a shirt, and Eric was his, so it would easily be forgiven.

Once they were in the bathroom Azizi had Eric pressed up against the outside of the shower stall, one encased by see-through glass. He moaned at Eric’s words, at the press of their bodies. Yes, Eric needed him. His lover, his perfect partner needed him. That was a heady knowledge, and it made Azizi feel that much more possessive of this boy.

“Strip,” he commanded as he pulled away only far enough to finish the job on his pants. Off came shoes and socks and down went his pants and underwear. Then, once Eric was devoid of clothing as well he pulled him into the shower, making quick work of turning the water on. It was freezing cold to start off with, but Azizi didn’t notice. All that mattered was Eric, how he had clutched to his body and engaged in a deep kiss as his hands gripped that small, perfect ass of his.

Oh yes, Eric definitely needed Azizi right then. He couldn’t ever recall needing someone this much before, and it was a bit overwhelming, but in the best way possible. His own moan echoed his lover’s as his back was pressed against the cool glass of the shower door, but that was over all too soon. Though the command to strip had him undressed in record time, and while he was normally a bit neat in how he put his clothes away, he didn’t care this time. Everything
ended up strewn across the bathroom floor, and would stay there for now.

He was then being led into the shower, the water temperature not even a factor as he pressed his body against Azizi’s again, wanting not only that sweet friction, but to just be as close as humanly possible to his man. His fingers wrapped themselves in Azizi’s hair as he kissed back, and it was more than obvious that he was wanting to be taken and claimed in a raw, animalistic way. It was what he needed, and what he
desired.

Sometime in the midst of the kissing Azizi managed to get Eric pressed against the glass of the shower, out of direct line of the water spray, but it still reached them. There wasn’t a spot in the shower where you could really get away from getting wet. So as the
water began to become warm, his mouth moved from Eric’s now thoroughly abused lip so he could kiss all over the boy’s face, kisses coming out tenderly.

The kisses moved form Eric’s face to down along his neck. All Azizi could think of was purifying this body, kissing away all the ill effects of Michael having touched Eric. On he went, down along Eric’s arms, each finger to its tips, his chest... stomach... back... shoulders... legs... His lips and tongue missed nothing. And then finally he was
on his knees before Eric, the boy’s hard cock poised before his lips.

There was only the briefest of pauses as Azizi looked up and met Eric’s eyes, and then his mouth opened and he began to work on Eric’s rather impressive length. Really, it was a pity to not put it to use more... Maybe someday he’d find someone for Eric to practice using it on... But for now, now Eric was all his.

Eric struggled to keep his eyes open as Azizi’s lips travelled along his body, each kiss sending a jolt through him. His man looked so gorgeous doing this, and his eyes did slide shut at times, soft moans and words of encouragement falling from his lips. No one had ever paid this kind of attention to him before, and it was overwhelming. Shivering at that thought, he bit his
lip, not too hard, since he didn’t want to get too emotional over it right then. This was to be enjoyed, the way that Azizi paid such worshipful attention to him.

His green eyes met Azizi’s brown ones, so beautiful...and then he gasped as that mouth worked his cock. It took all he had to not slide his fingers in the man’s hair, instead alternating once more between watching in near awe, and letting his head fall back as he groaned out for more. And he wanted more, so much more, even though this
was pretty damn incredible if you asked him.

The fact that Eric was enjoying all of this so much, it pleased Azizi a lot. The way Eric reacted to every little thing he did... This was part of Eric’s appeal, part of what kept Azizi so very attached to him. He’d always been
a bit obsessive in relationships in the past, but now, with this particular boy... It was so much more. It wasn’t a passing obsession. This was a lasting one. One that would not die away quickly, if ever.

He kept up, licking and suck on that lovely, large cock, but not for too long. No. Eric couldn’t come yet, not until Azizi was inside of him. So he moved back, that cock leaving his mouth with a lewd ‘pop’. And then up he stood, kissing Eric’s mouth in a hungry fashion. Then, without any
words spoken, he turned Eric around and pressed him front first into the glass of the stall.

“Mine, and no one else’s,” he said as he spread those firm little ass cheeks. “Never anyone else’s.” Yes, he was going to fuck Eric without first preparing him, and the only saving grace came from the water spilling over them from the shower head. He positioned his own hard and aching cock up against that unprepared entrance, pausing only long enough to say, “Remember that.” And then he moved
his hips, pressing his cock inside of Eric.

Everything did feel so very good, and it was all too soon before Azizi pulled away from him. But he knew why, and he moved easily as his lover spun him around, his body against the glass, causing him to moan once more. He’d always been branded as ‘clingy’ in relationships, when he was in them that was, and he was glad that Azizi didn’t seem to feel that way about him. Because really, he was becoming addicted, even more so by the second.

“Yes...I’ll never be anyone else’s, only yours,”
he agreed, bracing himself when he felt the tip of Azizi’s cock against his opening.”I’ll always remember. I promise you that.” As the man started to press in, he made himself relax as much as he could, because it did hurt. But this was a pain that he wanted, and he knew the pleasure would start soon enough. “Oh God...” he sighed, pressing his forehead against the cool glass in front of him.

Really, Azizi was the last one to shun clinging. Addiction, possessiveness, jealousy... these were all things he knew well, and he would hardly nay say someone becoming to involved and wrapped up in him. It all worked toward the positive. It made his own instincts come out even more, latch on even more. So the more Eric clung to Azizi, the more addicted he became, the more Azizi fell in love with him and held on, refusing to let go.

Slowly he pushed in, savoring the feeling of that too tight hole as well as sparing Eric unneeded pain. Sure, he was a sadist in his own right, but Eric was precious to him, and he would not make Eric bleed. That and, well, hurting Eric like that would mean days of healing that Azizi simply would not want to endure. So he eased in halfway before slowly pulling back out... and then he slowly pushed his way back in, going further this time. And all the while his mouth was pressed to Eric’s shoulder, breathing heavily against him and occasionally kissing or biting.

And to further prove how much Eric’s pleasure held weight with him one arm snaked around those hips. It was partly to hold him still that he did so, and partly so he could wrap his long fingers around Eric’s cock. And that hand, with its tight grip mimicking the tightness of Eric’s ass, moved just as slowly as Azizi’s thrusting hips. All to help combat the pain he figured his lover was feeling.

Despite that fact that, yes, there was pain involved here, Eric was enjoying everything. How could he not, given the care that Azizi was taking to not fuck him raw in this state? He knew just how vulnerable of a position he was in, and he was trusting Azizi quite a bit here. To his happiness, that trust seemed to be very well placed, and the way he was being treated was making him fall for the man that much more.

He didn’t hold back his moan when that hand wrapped around him, that tight grip and slow stroking almost agonizing, though it was a pleasant agony. “Azizi...yes...” he whispered, though his voice was audible over the sound of the water that was cascading over their bodies. It was obvious that he desired more, and he knew his body could handle it. His head tilted back again, exposing more of his pale, marked up neck, looking to have that collection of love bites added to if at all possible.

Azizi kept it up, easing himself in and out until he was able to do so with ease,
which signalled the fact Eric was now stretched properly. And all the while his hand matched his every thrust. It felt so good, and so fucking torturous. Azizi wanted to thrust fast and hard inside of Eric, but he prevented himself from doing so. Instead all he did was occupy his mouth by sucking on his lover’s neck, biting every so often. It helped keep him grounded enough to think of Eric’s pleasure first.

But then soon it was finally time... And once he was sure he was at the point where
Eric’s pleasure overrode his pain, he shifted. His thrusts became harder and faster, his hips and hand setting a progressively faster rhythm that had even him groaning. “Fuck, Eric...” He brought his lips next to his lover’s ear, and before he realized what he was saying... “I love you.”

Eric was also feeling that same sweet torture, the pleasure definitely starting to take over from the pain he’d initially felt. Everything about this was so very intense, those lips against his neck making it even more so for him. Then those thrusts sped up, and it was just what he desired. He moaned every time Azizi pushed back inside of him, not holding back the sounds he was making in the least.

Then, that voice in his ear...and those words. Those three words, right there, and he could barely believe it. But he was indeed hearing this, and it blew his mind. Azizi loved him. No one else had ever said that to him before, and it felt incredible in the most indescribable way.

“I love you, Azizi...” he said back, his voice deliberate and not
automatic in its tone, wanting his lover to know that, yes, it was indeed returned.

Azizi hadn’t planned on saying what he did, not yet at least. But once the words were said they could not be taken back, and he realized that he did not want to. And it all worked to his advantage as Eric returned them, speaking in a voice that, well, pleased Azizi. He could tell that the tone was so very different, that his lover here meant them, it wasn’t an automatic response. And that made it mean that much more to him.

Eric loved him, he
really loved him. He felt his chest tighten a bit in emotions he was not use to feeling. It was too perfect. Eric was really it, the only one who could touch him like this. His partner. His lover. He never wanted to let him go, not at all. Never. And he did not want to just possess him, he wanted to much more. Azizi wanted... a husband.

He paused in his thrusting, hand stilling on Eric’s cock. He was breathing hard and he had to lick his lips before speaking again. “Eric... Marry me. If you love
me... marry me. Share everything with me from now on.”

Eric was also feeling emotions that he never knew existed before. They were welling up within him, and it took everything he had to keep himself in check. No one had ever made him feel the way that Azizi did, not his family or any past lovers, or anyone else. So, when Azizi stilled, Eric was about to speak, to ask if something was wrong.

What he got, however...wow. He never, ever, in a million years expected to hear that question. Part of him didn’t even feel like he was worthy of it,
given the past that the man didn’t know, but he knew then that, yes, this was the real deal. And he wanted it all, every last bit of it.

“Yes. Azizi, I’ll definitely marry you. I love you so much,” he answered, his head leaning back against the man’s shoulder, pressing an awkward kiss (because of the angle) against Azizi’s neck.

Azizi said nothing else. What more was there to say? Nothing. It was said, and anything else was more than capable of being expressed in other ways. Azizi’s hand left Eric’s cock to touch the side
of his face as Azizi kissed him. And he kissed him hard and passionately, despite the odd angle due to their position. And as they kissed he started back up, thrusting even harder and faster inside of Eric as he let his feelings take control.

His hands eventually moved, one arm around Eric’s waist, holding him as he pounded into the boy over and over, his other hand returning to Eric’s cock. His grip was tight as he fisted him, intent on getting Eric to come. Everything was too intense, the
emotions and the pleasure from their coupling. He knew he wouldn’t last long, but he wanted Eric to come first. Azizi wanted to feel his lover, now fiance, clench around him tightly, wanted that to be what drove him over the edge.

Eric returned that kiss, caught up in the passionate feelings and the sheer joy that he was now feeling. How could he not feel that way? It didn’t even matter about what Michael said, because he was going to marry Azizi. And if it was all true? Then he’d be a part of it, and that was something he realized that, yes, he could deal with.

His own feelings took control as Azizi started up again, his moans increasing as his fiance pounded into him hard and fast, just how he wanted it. Eric definitely was not going to last, and he let himself get wrapped up into the moment, his head tilting forward and resting against the glass of the shower door as his body shuddered. “Azizi...fuck!” he gasped out, coming over his lover’s hand, trying to push his hips back to get as much as he could while the pleasure overtook him.

It felt so damn good, fucking Eric like this. And he now felt like the other man was his, all his. Washed away was the touch from Michael, and now Azizi held to him perfection. Yeah, there was no way he’d let him go.

And then he felt it, what he was going for. Amongst all those glorious sounds coming from Eric, he felt the tensing. Azizi moaned lowly, the clenching of Eric on his cock as he came felt impossibly good, and he kept up, thrusting into Eric and his hand working to milk his love of every last drop. And after only a few more hard thrusts... Azizi managed to bury himself deep inside Eric, coming deep within him. He groaned loudly, hands on Eric’s hips (having made there way there at some point), gripping onto him hard enough to bruise.

Eric groaned one last time, not even caring whether he’d have bruised hips later, because this felt too damn good. This was the most intense sex he’d ever had on an emotional level, with everything that had been said, and the feelings it caused within him. A stark
contrast to...other things, and he tried to not think about that.

Once Azizi had pulled out of him and they got themselves cleaned up, his new fiance shut off the water, leading him out of the shower and even helping him to dry off with one of those soft, fluffy towels that he loved so much. After they were both dried off, they made their way into the master bedroom, Eric crawling into the large bed and curling up under silky sheets, smiling over at Azizi as he watched the man settle in beside him. Yet,
despite his happiness...there was something behind his eyes, something he was trying desperately to hide.

It felt good to come down from the orgasm with Eric there. And as he though back on what he’d said, what he’d asked... he did not regret a single word of it. Oh no, he was actually quite happy with it. So once they were back in the bed under his sheets all he could so was sink into bed contently.

It was as he pulled Eric into his arms that he caught the look, or realized it rather. Something was off. Why wasn’t Eric
happy? Why didn’t what they’d just done, just said, reached his eyes? It worried Azizi a bit and he reached up, touching the side of Eric’s face softly. “What is it, love? What has you looking unhappy?”

Eric silently cursed himself for being unable to hide these things, despite the fact that he planned on saying something. It was, well, different now, because he had so much more to lose. Azizi was his fiance now, and that meant the world to him.

“Well,” Eric started, just deciding to spill. “There are some things that, well,
I’ve never told anyone before, that you deserve to know about me. When I came to the city, I was actually running away. Not from home, I mean, I’m eighteen and could legally leave after graduating high school. I mean running away from the life I had at home.”

He paused, and really hoped that nothing would change between Azizi and himself. “See, I have an older brother, who is like every parents’ wet dream. Or so my parents think, anyway. He could do no wrong in their eyes. And that meant that
he got away with everything when it came to how he treated me.” He stopped there, biting his lip as he contemplated how to phrase this all best.

Azizi laid there, arms around Eric, and listened. He knew that Eric had an older brother, knew his brother to be, well, average, but nothing else really. So he just let Eric talk, although his last words made Azizi’s lips thin into a line slightly. But all he did was motion for Eric to continue. He’d wait to hear the whole store before commenting.

The fact that Azizi’s arms were still around him helped Eric, and he went on. “Well, ever since we were kids, he and his friends would bully me. He would then lie to our parents, and they always believed him. Since he was the perfect all American boy, and I was the freak who hated sports and liked to steal my mom’s makeup
when she wasn’t looking.” Of course, this led to more, but he’d talk about that later.

“No matter what I did, they favored him. And it just got even worse...” Eric paused, trying to keep himself in check. “When I was fifteen, before he left for college...that’s when it started. He found out for sure I was gay, and maybe he thought I would be like being with a girl...”

He then looked away, the tears in his eyes threatening. Would Azizi still love him? “He started touching me, and I never wanted it. Not once. And it continued until I left home.”

The more Eric talked, the more Azizi was sure he was going to have to have words with this brother of his. And then it began. Oh, he knew exactly what Eric was meaning before he said it. That bastard. His face went hard, he knew the brother had to leave this world by the time Eric stopped talking. The only question now was how much pain would he be in before he died?

Azizi blinked and licked his lips as he pulled Eric in closer, tucking that long, slender body into his arms. He even placed a kiss against the younger boy’s hair. “Tell me exactly what he did to you.”

Eric went to Azizi, snuggled up against his fiance, letting himself feel safe and protected for the first time in his entire life. It surprised him, yet made him very happy. But he knew he had to answer, as tough as it was to say.

“He would sneak into my room whenever he could get away with it, and force himself on me. The first time...” he had to pause before he got into that, “The first time, well...was my first time. And I probably should have gone to the ER after, given that he had no idea what he was doing or that I would bleed after since he didn’t even try to prepare me. And he said that if I told anyone, I’d regret it. I believed him, and thankfully he went to college, so it would happen only when he was home on breaks...”

By this point, Eric was sobbing, and he didn’t even know that he was. He’d never allowed himself to cry about this before, blocking it out to stay strong, but he just couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Please, don’t hate me...”

Azizi went rigid, and his eyes went cold, almost lifeless. Or not lifeless... just no longer human. Murderous would be the best term for it, as it was the thoughts going through his mind. That boy had done this to his Eric. His love, and Azizi hadn’t been there to protect him from it. He was vaguely aware of his fingers threading through Eric’s hair, and of ‘shhh’ing him, comforting him.

“I do not hate you,” he finally said, looking at Eric, not hiding his likely scary and inhuman expression. “I love you more than anyone else. But him... he’s another matter.” The expression left Azizi’s face for a moment as he leaned in and kissed Eric. and then he was sliding from the bed to pace, unheading of still being nude, on his hardwood floor.

“He needs to die.” He said, turning to look at Eric. “He needs to die for what he did to you. It is unforgivable by any laws, but not properly punished. Except by Muslims... Muslims stone rapists to death, or turn them over to the family of the victim to do with as they will.” Yes, this predatory, murderous person would likely be a shock to Eric. “Your family wont do anything, so I’ll do it for you, if you’ll allow me.”

Eric returned the kiss, the fact that Azizi still wanted to be with him helping his heart to heal. No one had ever been like this with him before, and it just amazed him. Not even that expression on Azizi’s face bothered him, because it meant that he would be taken care of. “And I love you,” he whispered back, not responding about his brother until Azizi was out of bed, and he definitely did not mind the fact that the man was still undressed.

He listened, taking a moment to process what was being said. He had heard about what Muslims did to rapists before, and he was not above admitting that he’d thought about his brother dying as well. It did show that what Michael had said was definitely true, but right then? He didn’t care. All he cared about was the pain that had been brought up from deep within himself, and that it needed to be dealt with, once and for all.

“No, they won’t do a fucking thing, they never will,” Eric agreed, looking up at Azizi from where he sat in the bed. “You don’t know how many times I wanted him dead, starting when I was a kid. You...would really do that for me?” he asked, hardly believing that he was agreeing to murder, but in this case? It was deserved.

Azizi walked back to the bed, moving onto it and gathered Eric up into his arms as he sat there. “I will do anything for you,” he said honestly. And he would. He realized that, for Eric, he would do absolutely anything for this boy. Such a short space of time and he was already fully wrapped around this boys finger.

He took Eric’s face in his hands, face now softening. “I’ll take care of everything. He’ll meet his end and you will never have to worry about him again. I promise you.” And then he kissed Eric, taking his time. The anger was still there, but it would come to light later. For now... he wanted to wipe away these fearful memories from his love. Wipe away to be replaced by their time together.

Eric looked over at Azizi, gazing into those deep brown eyes as a smile finally appeared on his face. He didn’t even need to question those words, because in his heart, he knew it to be true. Azizi
really did love him, really would do anything for him. Ever since he could remember, he had hoped and even prayed for someone like this, and now, here he was. And it was even better than his dreams had ever been.

“Thank you,” was the soft, grateful reply before he kissed Azizi right back. If he thought that life before this would be different, well...it really would be now. He would do anything for Azizi, absolutely anything. No matter what that would be.

Azizi and Eric: The claiming

2011-01-29T04:11:01Z

One day. Azizi had kept himself from Eric for a day. Or, well, more than a day. After spending the night and the majority of the next day with Eric he had dropped the boy off at his apartment, which had made Azizi frown, and had stayed away yesterday and most of today. And every minute Eric was not with him he was
thinking about him. The boy had even played a large part in his dreams.

And all of that lead to what he was doing now, which was waiting outside the club once more, waiting. Unlike the week he had spent watching the boy, this time he was not dressed for a club. No, he’d spent the day in meeting, and was dressed for it. In a black on black Armani suit he stood leaning against his car, though his hair had lost it’s business look his suit did not look the worse for wear. And just like that night only
a bit ago, he had a clove resting between his lips as he smoked, waiting. This time when Eric came out he was not going to let him out of his sight again.

It was decided, Eric was his.

After Azizi dropped him back off at his apartment following a day spent having sex with the man, Eric managed to get as far as stripping back down to his boxer briefs and falling into his bed, exhausted. The next day, he was still feeling it, but knew he had school and work. So he dragged himself up again, and did his best to get through his day, even if he was a bit distracted.

He really had no idea if he’d ever see Azizi again, other than waiting on him at the bar, and he tried to get back to his normal life. But given what had transpired? It was so very easy for his mind to wander back to the previous day’s events, and just how good it had felt, between the sex and the holding. Not to mention there was something about the man, something he couldn’t exactly place his finger on, and he did not want to let go.

Still, when Azizi failed to show up at the club that night, Eric decided that it probably was just a fling. While he was disappointed, he did his best to hide that, getting through his shift and glad when the club closed, so he could just go back home and sleep some more. After handing in his till, he walked outside with the club’s owner, who was actually a really cool guy who treated Eric rather well, and he was chatting with the man as he exited through the staff door.

And then, as he was lighting a cigarette, out the corner of his eye...he spotted Azizi, dressed to the nines in an incredibly expensive suit. He immediately looked at the man, caught that stare...and he smiled. He couldn’t help it, and everything the club owner was saying was now nothing but background noise to him.

Azizi looked up as soon as the door opened, and for a brief moment he only saw Eric. His eyes found and trapped Eric’s, and in his mind one word filtered through, mine. But there was someone with his boy this time. The owner, made distinctly apparent by the man coming toward him, addressing
him.... and Azizi felt a flare of jealousy. Jealousy that this man could be so close to his Eric.

“Azizi, I thought you were not coming tonight. Did you need something?” The man asked. Normally he would not ignore him. He was an ex of Azizi’s and good for an occasional hook-up, but right now... He was the last person he wanted around.

The look he leveled at the owner was on of barely concealed annoyance. “Yes, I do.” He then stalked straight past the man and up to Eric, discarding his half smoked clove before pulling Eric into his arms and a deep, passionate kiss. Oh yes, this was what he had wanted, this slender man in his arms. He really had, finally, found his perfect partner.

Now, Eric didn’t know the club owner was Azizi’s ex, and he really wouldn’t have cared much. The past was the past, after all. Unless, of course, the man came onto Azizi now...was he really thinking this? All he could do was walk up behind them, smoking his cigarette, just observing the exchange for now.

But before he knew it, he was in Azizi’s arms, sharing an incredible, mind blowing kiss with the man. His man, and he knew it from that moment. It hit him like a ton of bricks, and it sent him reeling, but he knew it to be true. The only thing his higher brain functions could accomplish was to make sure his cigarette
wouldn’t fall from his fingers, since the last thing he wanted was to ruin Azizi’s suit. He wasn’t even thinking about the club owner, and what the reaction there could possibly even be.

Eric may not be thinking about the other man, but Azizi was. What he was doing was
placing his claim for the owner to see, on purpose. He wanted it to be obvious that Eric was now his. And as the kiss broke he glanced toward the owner and saw a flash of jealousy in the man’s eyes. The caused him to smirk just a bit.

But soon his eyes are back on Eric, and with one hand he touched the side of Eric’s face softly, lightly. “I couldn’t stay away, hope you will forgive me.” His eyes then trailed down to the scarf he had noticed as soon as he saw Eric and a knowing little grin
appeared. “What is this?” He then carefully removed the scarf so that all the marks he’d made the day before were glaringly apparent as they were displayed against that pale skin. Gorgeous. “Beautiful,” he said as he leaned in closer and kissed one of the darker marks.

“Azizi...”

He straightened up, and hand taking Eric’s, fingers becoming intertwined. “Yes, Michael. We will talk later.” And without a backward look he pulled Eric on past the owner to his car and helped his lover into the passenger seat. As he closed the door he gave Michael his attention briefly.

“Yeah, you can count on the fact we will be talking later.”

“Yes,” Azizi walked around the front of the car and stopped in front of Michael and said into his ear, “Just remember who exactly you will be talking to when the time comes, and what I can do to you if you piss me off.” And with that said he walked to the dirver’s side and slid in, starting the car and taking off at his normal fast speed.

“I forgave you the moment I saw you,” Eric replied, biting his lip when Azizi slid his scarf off. He then gave a little gasp when that bruise was kissed, although he did not flinch. And when he heard Michael’s voice? It actually annoyed him, to break up this moment, but he kept his mouth shut as he watched
the exchange.

Managing a small, apologetic smile to his boss, hoping this wouldn’t be counted against him at work, he let Azizi lead him to the car. He took a final drag off of his mostly unsmoked cigarette, letting it fall to the ground before getting in. After his door was closed, he watched the exchange through the window, having no clue whatsoever what it was about.

Once Azizi was in the car, and they were driving away, he finally spoke. “What was that all about? With bossman, I mean?” he asked, curious. Azizi didn’t have to answer, of course, but he really was clueless about everything that was going on there.

As soon as Azizi was in the car and driving away from Michael, he felt the annoyance toward the man start to fade away. He was a small man, easy to control. He would be no great difficulty. However, when Eric asked that question a bit of that annoyance flared back up. It wasn’t directed at Eric, though, but still toward Michael. So Azizi took a moment to calm himself back down before answering, so Eric would not mistake it as him being angry.

“Nothing really. Just an ex that refuses to let go,” he said, deciding to use this as a way to set up the perfect bit of manipulation. Truth with a bit of exaggeration, a suggestion implanted in Eric’s mind. This would keep Eric from taking to heart anything from Michael, in case the man thought to interfere.

“Ah, one of those,” Eric replied with a nod. The closest he’d ever had was a girlfriend in high school, when he dated girls to cover up the truth about his sexuality. When he ended it because he decided to be honest with her about being gay, she tried to convince him it was a ‘phase’. Which, of course, failed miserably. But he didn’t mention that, and simply took the words at face value.

He then looked over at Azizi, watching the man drive. There was so much he wished to say, to ask. But he didn’t even know where to start, so he just smiled, hardly believing this new development, but happy that it was happening.

“Yeah, one of those,” was all he said before he lapsed into silence the rest of the short drive to his condo. And still he was quiet once they got out of the car, though he did take Eric by the hand once more as they walked into the building. On up they went until they reached his condo. Once the door was closed Azizi wrapped his arms around Eric from behind, leaning down so his lips grazed across that pale, sensitive neck.

“Why did you hide my marks? Were you embarrassed by them or ashamed?” As he talked a hand moved to slide up under Eric’s shirt, caressing his soft skin, moving up near, but not quite touching those delightful nipples. Yes, thanks to that one day, there was not a part of Eric Azizi had not explored, and he could not help but want to explore them all over again.

Eric was also quiet, not minding the silence, though his mind was racing by the time Azizi took his hand and led him up to the condo. He was in the process of shedding his coat, and he had it resting in the crook of one arm when those arms wrapped around him.

“No, not at all,” Eric stated, his voice a slight
gasp at the attentions to his body. “It’s just, well, they frown upon seeing that at school, and I just left the scarf on for work.” Which was true, all of it. As much as he loved his classes, the instructors really could be silly at times. But then his thoughts shifted elsewhere.

“Oh, God, that feels so good...” he sighed, loving these touches already. Azizi just knew how to touch him, and it was amazing to him, like the man just understood him.

Azizi licked and kissed Eric’s neck as he talked, fingers still roaming. And as much as he wanted to tell Eric to just quit his college, he would not. Not just yet. It was too soon. He needed Eric to be completely devoted to him before he could make him quit.

“Then should I get you something? Something that will hide those marks, yet show everyone you
are taken? That you are mine?” His mouth then moved up to Eric’s ear, lips teasing his ear lobe as he continued to talk. “I’m afraid I’m possessive, Eric. Possessive with you. I don’t want you to be with anyone else. I don’t want anyone else to touch you. I want you to be all mine. Is it wrong of me to want you this much?”

Eric hummed softly as Azizi kept touching and kissing him, moving so that his back was more firmly pressed against the man’s chest. This felt good, so very good. He’d been alone for so long that he’d nearly forgotten how it felt to be held like this.

He then heard Azizi’s suggestion, taking a moment to consider the implications, but then the man spoke further, and he knew his decision in his heart before the words were
even done being spoken. “Yes. That’s probably a good idea,” he agreed, surprising himself, but he was going to go with his heart on this one. “I don’t mind that you are, Azizi. I don’t think it’s wrong at all.” If that was how the man felt, then well, who was he to question it? At least he was being told up front as opposed to being broadsided with it later.

“And I don’t want you to let me go. Ever. I want to be yours.” Which seemed fast, even to his own ears, but he just
knew.

He grinned, moving to press his face to Eric’s neck, arms tightening around the boy. His, Eric was his now. Eric wanted to be his. And this boy would be his perfect partner. He had to be, with how he made Azizi feel, how he reacted so perfectly. “Then you are
mine.” He moved then, turning Eric around to face him.

Azizi reached up with his hands and cupped that soft, boyish face. “And I wont let you go.” And then he was kissing Eric, the kiss even more passionate and intense than the one before. One that had Azizi pressing his slender lover up against the wall and trapping him there with his own body. And all he kept thinking in his head was that this boy was his. That he had finally found the one who could answer his needs. Eric, who was so perfect
in body, and who’s every fiber responded to him.

Now, this felt really good. Almost too good, since Eric had been lonely for a while, and things had turned around quite quickly for him. But he knew what he wanted, and he wanted Azizi. Of course, Eric knew that there was
belonging to someone, which was all about exclusivity in a relationship. But there was also belonging to someone, which was more about the other person being in control of just about everything. While he was a bit naive, he wasn’t stupid, and he did have a feeling the second meaning was what would be the case here.

But really, even though he didn’t know all that much about it...he was somehow okay with the thought. So long as he was loved and taken care of, he could relinquish that, even if it would take time to develop more fully. But it was something that, well, he figured he could handle. If that was indeed the case, and he knew he’d find out soon enough.

He smiled at Azizi, almost pretty in how it looked, and then he was returning that kiss. The moment his back was against the wall, he sighed into it, arms wrapping around the man. Now this, he could definitely get used to, very much so.

Azizi and Eric: The first night

2011-01-29T04:08:06Z

Azizi had been putting it off for months, coming to this club a ‘friend’ of his owned. But the constant inquiries annoyed him, and eventually he caved and made an appearance. That was a week ago, and ever since he’d been coming every night. The reason for that was the boy working behind the bar. Tall, slender, soft
looking and very intriguing. Azizi himself had always been pulled more toward those Gothic in nature, and so it was no wonder Eric caught his eye. And after a week of watching and waiting, he was sure of one thing: he wanted Eric.

So at the end of the night he was the last one to leave, giving his goodbyes to the owner and manager and then heading outside. He was currently leaning against his car, his gift from his father upon getting his MBA, as well as being gifted with a villa in Spain. He was waiting for Eric, knowing he would be coming out soon, and prepared to finally maneuver his way into the boy’s life. He smoked his cloves as he waited, eyes trained on the staff door, watching... waiting...

For Eric, this evening was just another night at work. He’d been at the club for about three weeks now, and while bartending was not his life’s dream, the tips were good and so was the music. Most of the patrons were pretty cool, and the nights went by quickly with mixing drinks and playing amateur shrink to those who sat at his area of the bar. Although he wound up dragging ass most days at the beauty school he attended, it was well worth it so that he didn’t have to beg his parents for money
any more.

And then there was the tall man who he’d spotted for the first time a week ago. He didn’t know his name, just that he was quite good looking, and Eric could tell he was rich. Even though the guy had ordered some drinks from him, and left him some very generous tips since he seemed to have become a regular, Eric didn’t dwell too much on it. All he knew was that this mystery man was out of his league, even if he was quite hot.

His shift had ended, his till and tips were counted and the bar was cleaned up. This meant that he could now go home, which wasn’t all that much fun given that he needed to take the subway to his small studio apartment at nearly three in the morning. Still, no one ever bothered him, so he was getting used to it. He said goodbye to everyone, pulling on his jacket and scarf as he made his exit. He paused once he was outside in the chilly night air, lighting a cigarette, not yet noticing the tall man with the amazing car not all that far away from
him.

Can’t help but grin when Eric finally comes out, but holds off a moment longer, taking a long drag of his cigarette. Looks him up and down, so many things going through his mind at the moment. And every single one of those thoughts had that lanky boy begging for Azizi to
take him. Which leaves him having to force back the predatory look he knew was on his face, but thankfully the lack of light from the street lamps and his hair hid that.

“Long night?” he asked once his expression was under control. He stayed where he was, leaning against his car. “I hope you’re not planning on walking home. Dangerous for a boy like you.” Of course Eric didn’t know that Azizi was also on the dangerous side as well.

Eric looked up, spotting the man leaning against that sweet ride, and he couldn’t help but give one of his wide Eric grins. He couldn’t see the predatory look yet, but just the fact that this guy was talking to him? Well, that was good enough for him right then.

“Yeah, but a good one,” he noted, taking a step closer. He hoped that was okay to do. “More like taking the subway, actually. My place is too far from here for me to walk to.” Which was true, since this was the Upper East Side and his small studio apartment was in Brooklyn. Still, the money made the long trip worth it, so who was he to complain?

Watches as he steps closer, pleased by this. Takes another hit from his cigarette, brown eyes not leaving Eric for even a moment. And really, why was even his grin appealing. Azizi really couldn’t wait to get his hands on the boy, as well as to strip him down. He would bet money on the fact Eric was smooth, and wanted to prove it.

“Ah, the subway. In a lot of ways it is worse than walking.” He took another hit from his cigarette, mind working on a way to get the boy into his apartment. “Where do you live? I could drive you if its not far, and if it is...” He gave a slight shrug of his shoulders. “Then it is much too far for you to go back and forth to work in my opinion and I would be happy to offer up my guest room to you for a night.” Though he was sure that if the offer was taken that they most assuredly would not be getting to the guest room.

“True, but it’s cheaper than a taxi,” Eric admitted, taking a long drag off his cigarette as he looked at the man. He wished that he knew his name, or at least something about him other than the fact that he was rich and had a fancy car. He tried brushing his long blonde fringe out of his eyes, only for it to fall back into them again.

“Well, I live in Bay Ridge, actually.” Which pained him to say, since even though it was a clean, safe neighborhood, it was a far cry from where they were. Not to mention that it was in Brooklyn and not Manhattan. “So it’s kind of a trek. But the money’s better here than at the clubs near me, so I don’t mind it, really.” He then paused, mulling the offer over. “Well, um, I don’t have any of my things...” he stopped himself, because while the offer of the guest room was generous? He really didn’t want to put the man out like that. Besides, he didn’t know the guy, even if he seemed nice enough. But why would his bosses, who were amazingly cool, have friends who weren’t that way themselves?

Says nothing about the taxi, just watching and gauging. From what he has seen and learned of the boy, Eric, he has figured he’d be easy to lure in. However, he would still need to be careful with it. Give the boy no reason to bolt. Takes a final drag of his cigarette and flicks it into a shallow puddle to sizzle out.

“That is far away.” And with those words, the fact the boy is not from money is confirmed. “I do not mind. To be honest, it gets rather lonely there.” Azizi then pushed himself away from the car and ate up the distance between him and Eric with his long legs, followed by holding out his hand in a non-threatening manner. “I’m Azizi Nazari, by the way. And I can drop you back off at your place tomorrow, since I have a meeting out that way. I just prefer not to drive my car in certain areas at night.”

Eric took the man’s hand and shook it, since the introduction did help put his mind at ease. “I’m Eric. Eric Claybourne,” he replied, smiling once again before giving a little laugh. While he knew his own neighborhood was safe, he did know some of the areas on the way to where he lived weren’t the
greatest at this time of night. Besides, it was a place to sleep, and he could just wear his boxer briefs since it was a guest room and all.

“Well, I suppose it should be all right, then,” he decided, since even though he didn’t know Azizi, he figured that a friend of his bosses had to be all decent enough.

When Azizi took Eric’s hand in his, his grip was firm and lingered just a tad longer than normal, the kind of handshake to leave an impression, and there was a smile to match it. “It’s good to finally know your name.” Though, of course, Azizi already knew the boys name. Actually, he already knew where abouts the boy lived, that he was alone in the city and what major he was going for. The wonders of gossiping gay men.

“Well then, shall we go?” He motioned to his car, a hand going to the small of Eric’s back as he escorted him over. Azizi even opened the car door for him, waiting for him to get in before closing it and going to the driver’s side. The only thing that bothered Azizi about sports cars, was that they never made them for men like him who were above average in height, but at least is wasn’t something as ridiculous looking as a Porsche.

Eric had no idea that Azizi knew these things about him, so he just smiled and shook the man’s hand, glad for the introductions. “I
can say the same, about you,” he replied, since he had no inkling to do anything but to go with everything here. He did kind of wish he had at least a toothbrush and a change of clothing, and his hair products and eyeliner of course, but he figured that he’d make do until he got home the next day.

“Sure. That sounds good to me,” he then responded to the question about going, and he found himself leaning into that touch to his back. It had been a while since he’d had any sort of human contact
in that way, and part of him started to wonder if Azizi was picking him up for the night. Not that he would say no, given that he was a single young man in his late teens, and he was quite lonely even though he never admitted that. Still, men like Azizi didn’t want anything but a night with boys like Eric, if that was even the case here, so he really wasn’t expecting anything at all.

Once he got into the car and had his seat belt on, he looked around at everything. He’d never been in such a
fancy automobile before, and he was afraid to touch anything. So instead, he fidgeted a little, drumming his fingertips against his own thigh until he made himself stop.

Azizi could tell the boy was not use to surrounding like the car, and he knew that once the boy was in his
condo he’d feel even more out of place. But in Azizi’s mind that would only work in his favor. The more off balance the boy was, the easier it would be to lure him in further. He wanted Eric in his control, but even Azizi couldn’t see just how much he was going to want Eric.

He does not bother with a seat belt, and once Eric is settled, he turns the car on and lets one of the local rock stations flooded the car. And then off they go. Azizi drives fast and expertly maneuvers through the traffic. And
then all too soon he’s pulling into a parking lot of a high rise. Tires screech as he goes up the levels and he’s soon parking and getting out of the car. Once Eric is out he engages the alarm and leads the way inside. And soon they are inside of his two bedroom condo, which is very spacious and really, looks just like it did when he bought it.

“Make yourself comfortable.” Takes off his coat and throws it on the back of a chair and proceeds to take off his shirt and undoes the button of his pants.
“Drink?” Asks as he goes to the fridge to pull out a bottle of water for himself.

Eric spends most of the drive observing everything around him, glad that no cops seem to be out given how fast Azizi is driving, even though that wouldn’t be on him anyway. Once they got into
the parking area, his eyes widen a bit, because damn, this place is rich. He can tell just by the exterior of the building just how ritzy it is. And it’s not the type of place he’s used to, even though he’s always wanted to go into a building like this.

He follows Azizi into the condo, looking around and blinking. All he can think is that, yes, he is definitely in a very different world, one that he really is not a part of at all. Still, it’s quite lovely, and he likes it very much. So he sits
on the couch when Azizi says to get comfortable, taking off his scarf and jacket and placing them neatly next to him. When he looks up, he notices that Azizi has removed his shirt and...God damn, the man had an incredibly sexy body. It would be a challenge for him to keep his hands off, really.

“That would be great. Thanks,” he replied about the drink, sitting back on the couch, quiet and observant for now.

Smirks as he reaches in, grabbing two bottles of water, but as he goes back in the living area he does not take a bottle over to Eric. Instead he heads for a chair, his pants now riding very low on his hips as he walks. He then sits down in the chair, lounging back in it, the movements somehow coming out graceful. Once he is seated he sets the bottles down next
to him on an end table.

“Come here,” he beckons, a finger curling for further clarification. He waits until Eric does as he’s bade and pulls the boy down to straddle his lap. “Why don’t we play a game? I want to drink my water, but not from the bottle or from a glass. I want to drink it from you, and if you accomplish this without spilling any water then you will get a special treat.”

Eric couldn’t keep his eyes off of Azizi as the man approached, thankful that his long bangs hid his eyes right then. When he was asked to join the other man, he did so without any hesitation whatsoever, even smiling a little because, yeah, this would likely end up in a night of sex. Even though he didn’t think it would go beyond that, and he had no clue just how wrong he would
be.

He straddled Azizi’s lap with ease, graceful in his movements, looking over at the man with that same smile: sexy and shy and showing he wanted this all at once. “All right,” he replied, because hey, this could be fun. Plus he was curious about what this ‘treat’ would be.

Yes, that right there was one of the boy’s appeals. That graceful way he moved with his long limbs. For all that the boy lacked a ‘proper’ background, he had all the making for someone perfect to stand by his side. All he had to do was test thing, see if there was more compatible between them. And if there was, then the training and capturing would begin.

And damn, that smile of his, it made him want to devour those lips. And not only that, but also to devour Eric utterly and completely. On hand came to rest lightly on Eric’s hip, and he smiled when Eric agreed to the game, and it was a smile tinged with the darker thoughts swirling around in the back of his mind. Thoughts of all the things he wanted to do to this boy.

Reaching over to the bottle he took it up and took off the top before holding it up to Eric, waiting for him to take it. “Then let the game begin.”

Eric still remained oblivious to what Azizi’s true motives were, since really, he had no way of knowing such things. What he did know was that he was in a situation he’d never imagined himself in, even if it were merely thinking that he was the evening’s entertainment for a rich friend of the owners of the club he worked at. Given his current situation, he could live with that.

Hr reached over, taking the bottle of water from Azizi’s hand,
catching that predatory look. He chalked that up as lustful feelings as opposed to anything dangerous, and he didn’t really let his mind wander there just yet. He had a game to play.

He took a sip of the water, not swallowing any of it, holding it in his mouth without any dripping out. After he did, his green eyes met Azizi’s brown ones, waiting to be able to meet those lips finally, and do as he was asked to do.

Dark brown eyes watched as Eric brought the bottle to his lips and took water into his mouth, looking for any bit of water that escaped, but there was non. and then he was ready. Reaching out with one hand, he touched the underside of the boy’s chin with his index finger and guided him closer. And finally he parted his lips, waiting for Eric’s to finish
their descent.

And when the water was released into his mouth it had not only that fresh, cool water taste, but a hint of something else. It was Eric, a watered down taste of Eric, and Azizi wanted more. So he moved his hand to the back of the boy’s head to keep him from retreating as he swallowed the water. And then he was kissing Eric, kissing him passionately, his tongue easily teasing its way inside of that mouth to get a real taste.

When Eric’s lips met Azizi’s, he released the water when it was time, and it was different than anything else he’d ever done before. After he was done, he was indeed about to move back, but that hand kept him right there. Before he knew it, he was caught up in an intense kiss, his lips staying parted as that tongue slid into his
mouth.

His arms made their way around Azizi, encircling the man’s shoulders, a small sound coming from his throat as their tongues slid together. It had been way too long since he’d had this type of contact with another person, and it was exactly what he needed.

Upon hearing that noise come from Eric, Azizi couldn’t help it. He took the bottle from Eric, blindly moving to set it on the table, but it is set at the edge and it tilts over to spill onto the floor. However Azizi really couldn’t care. His free arm wraps around Eric’s hips to press him in close, the other still at the back of his head.

It took a couple moments, but Azizi managed to move, sliding them both from the chair and onto the floor. He had Eric laying down on his back with him on top, still between those sinfully long legs of his, and still kissing. His hands, now free, seek out Eric’s by their wrists and pulls them up above the boy’s head and pins them there.

Murmurs into the kiss, “I knew you’d taste sweet.” And then his mouth moves to kiss down Eric’s haw down to his neck.

Before
Eric knew it, he was tumbling to the floor, Azizi’s surprisingly strong body supporting his descent onto the plush, soft rug that was now beneath him. He kept on kissing the man, and then he felt those long fingers encircling his wrists, pinning them over his head, and...yeah, that was it for him.

He moaned again, his long legs wrapping around Azizi’s slim hips, gasping as those lips moved to his neck. Why he was starting to get this turned on already, he did not know. But this felt much too good,
and he had to push back the thought that he could get used to this, if he were allowed that of course.

Azizi felt himself getting more turned on by Eric; the taste of him, the sound of his voice as he moaned, the way his body reacted. It was all very good, and he knew that if
this kept up, if this boy kept doing all these things that he liked, there would be absolutely no way he’d let him go.

One hand moves to take over keeping both of Eric’s hands trapped above his head as his other moves to grab the boy’s hip. Getting a firm grasp he keeps those hips pressed back into the rug. And then he starts to move his own hips, groaning as he grinds his erection up against the others. The more he does it, the tighter his grip on Eric’s wrists and hip get, and Azizi even starts
sucking on Eric’s neck, right where his pulse point is, uncaring of the fact he was going to leave a very nice mark for viewing.

Eric really was getting into this. He never had that much experience with this type of sex before, but was always intrigued by the idea. And the
reality, thus far, was far exceeding his expectations. He couldn’t help but to rock his hips up against that grinding, wanting so much more, that friction making him even harder in his black jeans.

That tightening grip didn’t even bother him, and those lips against his pulse? Damn, if Azizi were a vampire, he would have happily been the man’s victim right then and there. He didn’t care if he were left with bruises and marks, all he could think about was this man above him, driving him wild
already and he was still fully clothed.

“More...” he gasped, not even realizing the word slipped from his mouth until after he’d said it. And he did want more. He wanted everything Azizi was willing to give him.

Azizi grined at that word, and proceeded to suck again rather hard before releasing the boy’s neck. He then licked his way up Eric’s throat, hips still moving against him. “More, what?” Yes, Azizi was going to ask. As a matter of fact, Azizi wanted to make Eric beg. He wanted to hear that voice of his beg and plead for him, for his cock. The thought made him ache even more to be inside of Eric, made him that much more animalistic as his teeth nipped at Eric’s ear before he sucked it into his mouth. He would leave the boy’s mouth clear so he could hear
him beg.

Oh, God, was all Eric could even think right
then. He was barely able to form words, never mind rational sentences. Still, he was asked what he desired, and he would not back down from answering Azizi’s question. “I want...I want you to fuck me. Please...” he groaned, hips arching up even harder now, trying to get as close as he could to the other man’s body since his wrists were still pinned. How Azizi was hitting all the right spots, he was unsure, but who was he to question fate?

There, that was it, that was the beginning of it. But no, not yet, Eric would not get it yet. Azizi wanted to hear more begging. He wanted this lanky boy to be driven insane by need and desire. Azizi wanted to see just how far he could push him. So his hand left Eric’s hip and moved between them, fingers seeking out that telltale bulge in
the boy’s pants. “I don’t think you want me badly enough yet,” he said, mouth pressed to that ear, his voice low and gravely and his breathing labored. “Come now, Eric... you can do much better than this.”

Eric had a feeling that Azizi wouldn’t give him what he wanted that easily, and really, he was okay with it. Even if he was frustrated sexually right then, he knew this would only make it that much better, and that much hotter. He pressed up into that hand, his legs still wrapped around Azizi as he used as much of his still restrained body as he
could, just needing that sweet friction to continue.

“Fuck, Azizi....I want you so fucking bad,” he gasped, wanting more of that mouth on his skin, anywhere he could feel it. “I want to feel your cock inside me, pounding me so, so hard....I want you to make me scream like the bitch I am.” Did he just say that? Never would he have dreamed of saying such things before. But there was something about Azizi that made a primal part of himself surface, and damn it, he wanted to explore the depths of
those feelings if he could.

Well now, that was a very pleasant surprise right there. Hearing those unexpectedly arousing words come from Eric’s lips made Azizi’s cock twitch and ache even more. So his answer to the boy was to release those wrist only to forcefully flip Eric over so he was laying on his stomach. Azizi then forced his hips up and reached around him, undoing the button and zipper of his pants.

With forceful hands he pulled those pants off along with the boxer briefs that lay beneath, stripping Eric bare from the waist down. For now the shirt could stay, since Azizi only had need of certain body parts at the moment. “Say more. I want to hear you beg more,” Azizi said as he moved onto his own stomach between Eric’s legs. He brought Eric’s hips off the rug a bit more so he was in a comfortable position and then spread those ass cheeks wide. “Keep begging or you wont get to taste my cock.”

Eric moved easily under Azizi’s hand, letting himself be directed by the man, his own cock now throbbing as he tried to get some more friction from the rug now that he was exposed from the waist down like this. However, that was short lived, his hips being pulled up and his body being spread out wantonly, on display like that. Normally, he would feel vulnerable like this, but to his own amazement he was actually turned on that much more.

“Yes...please. I need to feel it, so fucking badly. I want you to stick your cock in me and fuck me so hard that I won’t be able to walk for a week...” He paused, trying to push his hips back more. “Fuck, I love being on display like this for you...” he added, because really, he did.

He almost did it. Right then and there, he almost went to his knees and pulled his own pants down so he could thrust inside this boy and pound him into oblivion. Hearing him talk like this, it was better than he had ever expected. This boy was suppose to be barely used, mailable... and yet here he was talking like a dirty little whore, and he loved it. So little urging and he was already like this.

To keep himself from fucking the boy raw he went on to occupy himself after a few more words of urging. “Yes, just like that.” And then he was busy. That first lick over that small, pink hole was exquisite. He couldn’t help but moan at the taste of the boy. And he kept right on, licking, teasing... He had just wanted to drive the boy wild, but he never expected to be enjoying it quite as much as he was. And in no time at all he was pressing the tip of his tongue into that entrance, using his tongue to prepare him for what was to come.

The reality was, Eric really hadn’t had all that much experience with things like this. Nor did he usually speak quite this way in bed, his filthy mouth stunning even himself here. Something was definitely being unleashed here, something he didn’t quite know existed within himself. And yet, really, this was only the tip of that iceberg.

The moment he felt that tongue against him, he moaned like a whore, trying to push back once again so he could get more. He started to try and grasp at the rug, needing to keep himself in this position, and everything that Azizi was doing to him felt amazing. “Fuck...” he gasped, biting his lip so hard that the blood was just under that delicate skin.

Eventually Azizi needed to stop. As good as the boy tasted, and as nice as those moans of his sounded... there was so much more he wanted to do. So his mouth eventually left that delicious ass, but not before giving a parting bite to the inside of one cheek. Azizi then rose onto his knees, undoing his pants the rest of the way and pushing them down, but not completely off. no, that would take too much time.

“Come here,” he commanded the boy, all pretenses now dropped and his expression as dark and lustful as he really felt. Oh yes, he was going to possess this boy utterly and completely, no matter what it took. “Get my cock nice and wet for fucking you.” He went on to say, his hand on his own large cock, presenting it to Eric so the boy could see just what he was going to be getting.

Eric’s gasp was audible when he felt that bite, groaning a bit at the loss of Azizi’s mouth on him, but hearing that zipper being pulled down told him that, yes, this would be progressing. He then heard the man speak, and he moved almost immediately, like he was told. His eyes immediately went to that gorgeous cock, riveted to the sight for a moment. While Eric himself was large, this man was even more so and he couldn’t help but lick his lips at what he was being asked to do.

“Yes,” he replied, his head bowing right away to lick up along that length, from base to tip. He then took that cock into his mouth and began to suck, because the truth was, he loved giving head. It was one of his favorite things to do, and it clearly showed in the way he was working on that delicious length.

In that moment, as Azizi saw Eric turn toward him, he knew it. He saw it perfectly in those eyes. His partner. His perfect partner. It took Azizi’s breath away, see that expression on Eric’s face, the way he came toward him. And if Eric hadn’t licked his cock right then he would have thrown the boy back to the floor. He was a goner, officially, and even more so once that agonizingly talented mouth worked his cock.

“Fuck,” he said, hands automatically going to that thick head of hair.His grip was tight and unforgiving, but he was beyond caring. And he only let Eric suck for as long as it took Azizi to gather up enough reason to use his grip in that hair as leverage. He pulled that head back, growling, “Enough.” And then he had the boy pushed back down to his hands and knees so he could get to that ass. “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he said as he pressed the tip of his cock to his ass, and then, as he began to press inside, he reached around Eric and gripped his chin, pulling him up so he was standing on his knees and Azizi could bite his neck even as he groaned with pleasure at finally being inside that tight ass.

Azizi wasn’t the only one who was a goner. Even though it was still in Eric’s mind that this would be a one night stand, he was becoming hooked already. He did his best to shake that, since he figured it was just wishful thinking on his part, but when his hair was pulled like that? Yeah, that helped to seal this deal. He moaned whorishly again at the hair pull, loving how rough it was, uncaring of the pain.
He was then being moved again, and he complied willingly, those words sending a shiver up his spine in a good way.

“Fuck, yes!” he gasped out as that huge cock impaled him, the pulling up and biting only heightening his senses and adding to his own pleasure. He’d fantasized, but had never experienced, such things until now. And he was instantly hooked.

Azizi let go. With his cock buried balls deep inside Eric, he let go of all thought and just reacted. His arms wrapped around that slender form, trapping him there, and then he started to move, slow but hard. He bit and sucked on that lovely neck even as he moaned, hips working to keep up that agonizingly slow and hard pace. A pace that gradually became faster.

“Mine,” he said between biting and sucking, now completely in the moment, but meaning it nonetheless. “You’re all mine. No one else better fucking touch you.”

Eric was most definitely loving this. His moans increased with each thrust, each suck and bite to his sensitive neck doing him in. He tried to rock his hips, and would have started really moving with Azizi if he were able to do so. Instead, he took it, all of it. And in a very strange way, it felt quite liberating.

The words that the man spoke, now, Eric wasn’t sure just yet if this was roleplaying or deadly serious, and he tried to make himself push back the hope he started to feel. “Yes...yours. No one else’s...ever,” he sighed out between his moans, actually meaning it, even though he just didn’t know where this was actually headed. Men like Azizi didn’t want things like this with boys like Eric, but damn it, if it was being offered? He’d take it.

Oh yeah, that was what Azizi wanted to hear, and to prove it he forced Eric to turn his head and then captured those lips in a kiss, made awkward by the angle. But then he released Eric’s upper body and pushed him down onto his hands. That was when it really started to get good. That was when, with Azizi’s hands on Eric’s hips, he started to deliver on his promise of fucking Eric good. As nice as it was to fuck the boy like he had been, this was better. This allowed him to pull all the way out and slam right back into him hilt deep over and over again. And with each thrust he did it faster and faster.

Yeah, he was going to last much longer, which in itself was amazing to Azizi since he prided himself on his stamina. “You better fucking come soon.”

When Eric was pulled into that kiss, it felt like this was sealing his fate, that what was just spoken was how it was going to be. How it was meant to be. Even though that small part of him still doubted, it just put him in that much deeper, and he couldn’t help himself.

Once he was on all fours, and those large hands gripped at his hips, Eric had a little more leverage. So he allowed his hand to slip under him, taking hold of his cock and he started to stroke. He nearly whined each time Azizi pulled out of him, only to cry out when the man slammed back in. He was getting close already, so close....

When Azizi told him to come, that really was all he needed, that command. His hand sped up as his cries increased, and soon after, his whole body
shuddered. He did just as he was told to do, coming over his hand, harder than he’d ever done before. It was almost like he was seeing stars, and his shout probably alerted half the people in the building to what he was experiencing.

Really, Eric was such a very good boy... a
very good bottom boy. So tight and perfect, and so fucking obedient. Azizi couldn’t express how fucking hot it was to look down and see Eric stroking himself as Azizi pounded into him. Everything about this boy inflamed Azizi’s animalistic desires. And then he felt that body tense up around him, and he fucked Eric harder and faster, fucking him through his orgasm...

Only to come just as hard deep inside of Eric. He groaned out, not nearly as loud as his boy did, but it was rather vocal for Azizi. But
how could he not? This had to be his most intense orgasm, and it shook him to his core. For a moment he rested and recovered from his orgasm, bent over Eric, cheek pressed to the boy’s back. And then he moved, pulling out of him.

Without a word he collapsed onto his back beside Eric and lazily kicked his pants off the rest of the way. And then... then he did something that shocked himself; he reached for Eric and pulled him into his arms. Azizi said nothing, just laid there hold Eric, his breathing
labored.

Eric moaned as he felt that telltale pulsing inside of him, coupled with the sounds Azizi was making. It was such a rush, and it sent a final jolt of pleasure through him before he collapsed, resting as best he could in that position, feeling the man above him recovering
as well.

When he was pulled into Azizi’s arms, he went willingly, even if it surprised him a little. He curled up against the man, one arm around his waist as his cheek rested against his shoulder. He also didn’t speak, just taking this moment by moment, still unsure of what would happen after tonight. But damn, he hoped this would not end after he went home later. He couldn’t help that.