Chapter 1: Rising Action
The Fortress of Meropide loomed large against the backdrop of the setting sun, a monolithic testament to power and oppression. Its towering walls, bathed in the hues of twilight, cast long, ominous shadows over the once-lush grounds now reduced to barren earth by the relentless march of time and the heavy boots of the guards. The scent of damp stone and the faint echo of muffled cries were the only companions to the night, as the fortress began to stir with the awakening of its nocturnal inhabitants.
In the main office were two people: Aether - 20 years old prisoner, set in a prison chair. Wriothesley - tall and muscular head of prison's guard, set on table in front of Aether. Wriothesley's eyes run along Aether's attractive body, while Aether talk about him.
Wriothesley lean back in his chair, his muscular arms crossed over his chest, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. The dim lighting of the office casts long shadows across his chiseled features, accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw and the hard set of his eyes.
"You know the rules, Aether," Wriothesley says, his voice a low rumble that reverberates through the stone-walled chamber. " You're here to serve your time, not to serve me."
Aether's smile is slow and coy, a kittenish tilt to his lips.
He runs a hand through his tousled hair, a playful gesture that only serves to heighten the tension in the room. "But what if I want to serve you, Wriothesley?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "What if I want to make your time here as... enjoyable as possible?"
Wriothesley's brow furrows, his eyes narrowing as he considers Aether's words. He leans forward, his elbows resting on the desk, his gaze piercing. "You're playing a dangerous game, Aether," he cautions, his voice a low growl.
"One I'm not sure you're equipped to handle."
Aether leans forward, his eyes locked onto Wriothesley's. "I think you underestimate me, Wriothesley." He reaches out, his fingers brushing against the back of Wriothesley's hand. "I'm not just a pretty face, you know."
Wriothesley's breath hitches, his eyes flicking down to where Aether's hand rests. He doesn't pull away, but he doesn't lean into the touch either. "Is that so?" he asks, his voice tight.
"And what, exactly, do you think you can offer me, Aether?"
Aether's fingers trace lazy circles on the back of Wriothesley's hand, his touch featherlight, teasing. "Well, Wriothesley," he begins, his voice a sultry purr, "I think we both know what you like. You're a man who appreciates... control. Power."
Wriothesley's gaze flicks back up to Aether's face, his eyes darkening with a mix of desire and warning. "Careful, Aether."
"I want you to fuck me right there" Aether say.
His voice is low, husky with desire, but still playful, still teasing.
Wriothesley's breath hitches, his eyes widening slightly at Aether's boldness. "You're playing with fire, Aether," he growls, his voice barely above a whisper. He leans in, his face inches away from Aether's. "You know the rules. You know what happens if you step out of line."
Aether's smile doesn't waver. Instead, he leans in, his lips brushing against Wriothesley's ear.
"I like it when you're rough," he murmurs, his breath hot against Wriothesley's skin. "I like it when you take control."
Wriothesley's body tenses, his hands balling into fists on the desk. He can feel the heat radiating off Aether, can smell the sweet scent of his cologne. He's close enough to taste him, to feel the softness of his lips against his own.
"You're a prisoner, Aether," Wriothesley growls, his voice a low rumble.
"And you are crazy about prisoners~" Aether say.
His hand moves to Wriothesley's neck, his fingers playing with the collar of his uniform. He leans back, his gaze never leaving Wriothesley's eyes.
Wriothesley's eyes flash with a mix of lust and anger. He stands abruptly, his chair scraping against the stone floor. Aether raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.
"You're pushing your luck, Aether," Wriothesley warns, his voice a low growl. He steps closer, his presence looming over Aether.
Aether's smile doesn't falter. Instead, he stands up, closing the distance between them.
He leans down, hands braced on the desk on either side of Aether, caging him in. Their faces are inches apart, their breaths mingling in the small space. "You think you can manipulate me, is that it?" Wriothesley's voice is a low growl, but there's an undercurrent of desire that betrays him.
Aether doesn't flinch. If anything, his smile grows wider. "Manipulate you?" he scoffs, his voice a soft purr. "I just know what you like, Wriothesley. And I know something is waiting for my pleasure" Aether put his hand on Wriothesley's huge bulge.
He squeezed it a bit and then let go of it. He knew that Wriothesley don't like it when someone touches his bulge, because it is a sign of dominance.
Wriothesley's breath hitches, his body tensing at Aether's touch. He growls low in his throat, a warning rumble that promises pain if Aether doesn't back off.
But Aether isn't done yet. He leans in, his lips brushing against Wriothesley's ear, his voice a low murmur, "You can't deny it, Wriothesley.
You've been watching me since I got here. You've been imagining this."
Wriothesley's body is taut, his muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap. His hands clench into fists at his sides, his jaw set in a hard line. But Aether can see the desire in his eyes, the way his breath hitches when their bodies are close, the way his pupils dilate.
"You're dangerous, Aether," Wriothesley growls, his voice thick with need and frustration. "You're playing a game you don't understand."
Aether steps back, his hands up in a peaceful gesture.
"Don't be like virgins do. Just take me. I all yours" Aether put Wriothesley's hand on Aether's chest. Wriothesley feels Aether's heartbeat.
It's racing, steady, confident. He can't believe this prisoner is so at ease, so unafraid. Most would shiver under his gaze, would cower at his touch. But not Aether. Aether meets his gaze head-on, his eyes sparkling with a challenge that Wriothesley can't resist.
His hand, still on Aether's chest, flexes, feeling the hard muscle beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. He can't help but imagine what it would feel like to run his hands over every inch of Aether's body, to feel his skin, his heat. He swallows hard, his mouth suddenly dry.
Wriothesley grabs Aether and pull him closer. Their breathung tickled their faces.
Their lips were barely an inch apart, close enough that Wriothesley could see the faint freckles scattered across Aether's nose.
"You sure about this, Aether?" Wriothesley asked, his voice a low rumble, barely a whisper.
Aether's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "More sure than anything," he murmured, opening his eyes to meet Wriothesley's gaze. "Make me yours, Wriothesley."
Wriothesley growled, a primal sound that echoed through the stone chamber.
He grabbed Aether by the waist, lifting him effortlessly onto the desk. Aether's breath hitched, but he didn't protest, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Wriothesley's hands moved to Aether's shirt, his fingers fumbling with the buttons. "Too many clothes," he grumbled, ripping the shirt open. Buttons flew everywhere, clattering against the stone floor. Aether laughed, a sound that was equal parts amusement and arousal.
He helped Wriothesley out of his own shirt, the cool air of the office making his nipples harden. "Eager, aren't we?" he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Wriothesley didn't bother with a response. Instead, he leaned down, capturing Aether's mouth in a brutal, demanding kiss. Aether moaned into the kiss, his body arching against Wriothesley's. His hands found their way into Wriothesley's hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.
Wriothesley's hands were rough, grabbing, exploring.
They roamed over Aether's chest, tweaking his nipples, making him gasp. He pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily, his eyes locked onto Aether's. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice a low rumble. He pinched Aether's nipple again, harder this time, making him squirm.
Aether's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, a soft moan escaping his lips. "Yes," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. "Yes, I like it."
Wriothesley's lips curved into a satisfied smirk.
He unbuckled Aether's pants, his fingers brushing against Aether's length, earning him a gasp. "You're so responsive, Aether," he murmured, his voice like velvet. "I can't wait to see what else makes you squirm."
Aether's eyes flew open, locking onto Wriothesley's. "And I can't wait to find out, Wriothesley," he purred, his voice laced with challenge. "Show me what you've got."
Wriothesley chuckled, a low rumble in his chest.
He slowly stripped Aether of his pants, his eyes never leaving Aether's. The desire he saw there was intoxicating, a heady mix of anticipation and challenge. He could feel his own arousal growing, his body responding to Aether's provocation.
Aether kicked off his shoes, his legs now bare and exposed. Wriothesley's gaze lingered on them, appreciating the lean muscle, the curve of his calves, the slight turn of his ankle. He reached out, his hand grazing lightly over Aether's knee, feeling the softness of his skin.
Wriothesley put his hand on his own pants. "Want to see my thing, Aether?" Wriothesley asks, his voice thick with a mix of amusement and desire. He unbuckles his pants, giving Aether a clear view of his intention. Aether's eyes widen slightly, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches Wriothesley's pants hit the floor.
"I thought you'd never ask," Aether responds, his voice a low purr. He spreads his legs wider, inviting Wriothesley to step between them. Wriothesley does, his body pressing against Aether's, his hands gripping Aether's hips.
"Your dicl is so fucking big! I have never seen the thing like yours" Aether moans.
His eyes widened with a mix of fear and excitement. Wriothesley smirk, his eyes darken with desire.
"You think you can handle it, Aether?" he asks, his voice a low growl. He rubs the tip of his length against Aether's, making him gasp. "You think you can take all of me?"
Aether's breath hitches, his hips bucking against Wriothesley's touch. "I want to try," he breathes, his voice barely a whisper.
He reaches down, wrapping his hand around Wriothesley's length, squeezing gently. Wriothesley groans, his hips jerking forward, his eyes never leaving Aether's. "I want you to fuck me, Wriothesley," Aether says, his voice steady despite the nerves buzzing beneath his skin. "I want you to take me, to make me yours."
Wriothesley's grip on Aether's hips tightens, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. "You're playing a dangerous game, Aether," he growls, his voice a low rumble.