When Aphelios opens his eyes the morning sun is streaming through the window, warm beams stretching across his form laying sprawled under the covers. He sits up slowly, rubbing his eyes, and is surprised by the ache in his wrists, and...in his ass…?
He looks at his hands, which Sett must’ve cut loose at some point, red marks scuffing the delicate skin around his wrist. He’s naked under the blankets, his pale body bruised along his chest, pink marks scoring his hips from Sett’s nails, and God does he hurt.
Sett’s room is empty besides him, filled with only the king sized bed and a nightstand and single chair, the walls sparse and undecorated. The Boss’s room, a room just for sleeping, purely function over form.
Well, sleeping and…
Aphelios shakes his head to clear that thought. On the nightstand lies a glass of water and rag beside Aphelios’s knife, the one that Sett easily knocked out of his hand when he tried to slice across his throat with it. Aphelios picks it up, the moonstone blade glinting at him coldly, and he sets it back down, feeling a strange mix of emotions within him. Why did Sett leave him unbound with his knife nearby? It’s as if he wants the assassin to escape. He could easily go out the same window in which he came and disappear again, returning to the night that he belongs in. Escape…
The bedroom door opens and Aphelios stiffens, immediately pulling the blankets up to cover himself, and a young woman walks in, a look of surprise flickering across her face before bowing quickly.
“Master said you may still be here, and if so, he invited you to join him for a bath.”
Aphelios swallows, nodding his head.
“Ah, and I brought you a robe. I’ll guide you to the bathing room when you’re ready.” She steps forward, shyly, laying a folded white robe on the edge of the bed before stepping out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her. Aphelios pushes the blankets away, standing slowly, testing his weight. The robe is made of silk, sliding on his skin like water, and he opens the door, startling the girl standing on the other side.
“A-Ah, my bad, mister.” She bows again. “I thought you were going to take longer. Please, follow me.”
She gestures down the hall, and begins walking, Aphelios padding behind her, his bare feet quiet on the tiled floor. The halls are rather ornate, marble pillars and exquisite wallpaper, the tiles alternating gold and white squares. The lights above their heads spill golden light along the walls, as cheerful as sunshine.
“Y-You know, I’ve never seen a Lunari before,” the girl admits, wringing her hands and glancing back at Aphelios. “You all are so secretive.”
Aphelios shrugs. Not all agree with their faith, and that’s the way it is. The pale people with purple markings on their faces and dark hair, moving in the shadows and under the moon’s light. That’s all he’s come to know.
“You look handsome,” the girl admits suddenly, surprising herself and Aphelios alike.”No wonder Master likes you. I...I hope he doesn’t hurt you.”
Me too. Aphelios gives her a small, reassuring smile, which seems to bring her some comfort.
The girl stops before a large wooden door, casting another longing glance at Aphelios before pushing it open, immediately prostrating herself on the cold marble floor.
“Master, I brought the guest like you requested.”
Steam washes over Aphelios, misting his skin in light dewy drops, and in the gossamer clouds he finds Sett sitting in a large marble bath, his thick arms hanging loosely on the edges of the bath, his crimson air dripping with water. Even through the steam Aphelios can make out the man’s grin.
“Thanks Sheila. You can leave us now.”
The girl, Sheila, stands and bows once more before hurrying out of the room, closing the door behind her. Now it’s just the Boss and the Assassin alone together again.
“I was certain you’d leave,” Sett says musingly, his deep voice echoing on the walls of the bathing room. “With your tail tucked between your legs.”
I’m not a dog! Aphelios feels his face flush and he comes forward, dropping the robe on the tile and stepping into the tub, the hot water stinging his wounds as he sinks into it. Sett seems mildly surprised, though it’s quickly replaced by some kind of pleasure.
“What? Did you like it enough that you want more?” Sett seems to be practically oozing pride at the mere thought.
Aphelios wades through the water, coming towards him, resting his pale hands on Sett’s tawny chest. Yes. Yes. He nods quickly, leaning close and pressing his face into the crook of Sett’s neck, his skin warm and wet from the bath. I want it because of what you did last night. After the sex Sett held him, kissing him, cleaning him with that rag on the nightstand, babying him, loving him. Those intelligent eyes glowed warmly in the dark room, kindly, and he cooed Aphelios’s name as he loved him late into the night, soothing him into peaceful slumber. He’d never been held like that before. He’d never slept so heavily in the presence of another person, either. The idea of such a strong man having a soft spot for a Lunari assassin like him is enough to make him melt on the spot.
Sett’s eyes widen slightly, then crinkle at the edges, leaning close, taking Aphelios’s chin and tilting his head up, their lips meeting, so soft, so soft. Sett’s tongue slips into his mouth, so warm, and his strong hands grab his ass, lifting him up, bringing him closer.
“What are you doing to me?” Sett murmurs into his mouth. “I want to fuck you again already. I want to dominate you even more.” He laughs breathlessly. “I think I might be gay.”
Aphelios pauses for a moment, surprised, then laughs, pointing at himself. Me too.
“You too?” Sett chuckles. He kisses Aphelios’s forehead, cheek, jaw, and then his neck, peppering his throat with kisses. “I’m glad you tried to kill me. And I’m glad it failed, Aphelios.”
Sett pulls out of the tub, sitting at the edge, and Aphelios fits himself between the man’s legs, taking his cock in his mouth. What a strange sensation, holding something so delicate and yet so important between his lips. It’s warm too, and as he runs his tongue around it it begins to harden and grow, filling his mouth and twitching every time he licks it. It tastes good, and smells so masculine down here, so ‘Sett’. It’s like holding a treat in his mouth, one that he doesn’t want to melt away…
“Ah, you feel better than the women I’ve been with. You really like this cock, don’t you?” Sett’s hand slips around the back of Aphelios’s head, fingers twining in his hair, forcing his cock even deeper into the boy’s mouth, making him gag and gasp. He feels like throwing up when it hits his gag reflex, and Sett chuckles. “Your first time taking a blow job too, huh? You’ll get used to the sensation of having your throat fucked, I promise.”
Get used to this feeling? Aphelios coughs on the cock in his mouth, and then continues sucking on it, dropping his head up and down, making wet noises with every motion. He likes the sounds Sett is making - moans and gasps and cursing under his breath.
Ah, just like that. It makes him want to suck even harder. Something sweet is coming out of the tip, warm and sticky. Precum. Pleasure flushes in Aphelios’s chest, making his face burn red. I want to make Sett cum. Aphelios came a lot last night, more than he ever has before, and it felt so much better than touching himself. I want to repay the favor. I want to make him climax too.
“Use your hand too,” Sett murmurs. “Put it right at the base and stroke up in time with your mouth.”
He takes Aphelios’s hand and shows him, placing it at the base of his cock, wrapping the boy’s fingers around it. “Now move it up and down with your mouth.”
It’s rather difficult at first, multitasking like this. It doesn’t help that Sett has slipped a finger up in his ass, which provides ample enough distraction to mess up his rhythm. I’m thinking about it too much. I just need to do it. With that thought, he finally picks up a good rhythm, moving his hand and head in time, up and down, slicking Sett’s member with saliva and precum and bathwater. The sensation of being fingered drifts out of mind, and all he can sense is the sound of Sett’s moaning growing louder and how good this cock tastes in his mouth…
“Fuck I’m coming, I’m-”
Aphelios gags in surprise as hot cum fills his mouth and down his throat, it’s too much, dribbling out of the corners of his mouth and he pulls back with a pop, coughing. He feels Sett’s hand on his jaw, forcing him to look up, and he freezes when he sees the look in his eyes, predatory almost, and Sett’s voice is commanding:
Aphelios gulps, the thick, bitter cum going down with it. Sett’s finger curls into his mouth, opening it and making sure he indeed swallowed, and then he pats his head, ruffling his hair.
“Good boy. You’re like my own little fucktoy, aren’t you?”
Fucktoy. Heat flushes to Aphelios’s cheeks and he looks away into the bathwater, the ripples finally settling after all of the action. Sett’s cum certainly wasn’t delicious, but the fact that it was paired with such an erotic situation makes it almost taste better. Sett’s hand leaves his head and goes to his lips, swiping away the leftover cum with his thumb and offering it to Aphelios with a sadistic grin.
“Lick it off like the good little slut you are. I don’t want any of my precious seed going to waste.”
Aphelios hesitates, his cheeks red, and then he leans forward, obediently licking it off and slightly wincing at the taste. Sett slides back into the bathwater with a sigh, pushing his red hair out of his face, his ears crooked slightly back, and his eyes have a kind of sleepy look to them, an aroused look. He’s so handsome. He may be strong, but his looks have definitely helped him get to where he is today.
“You’ll get used to the taste,” Sett murmurs, almost to himself. “Maybe I’ll eat more fruit.” He glances at Aphelios, appraising him, and then smiles. “You look so good. It makes me want to spoil you and wreck you at the same time. I bet you’d look good in silver jewelry…”
Aphelios blushes again, and Sett chuckles, pulling the boy close, pressing him against his side.
“You acted so bold earlier, but now here you are, acting all shy and embarrassed. It’s unbearably cute.” Sett looks up at the clock on the wall, the glass somewhat foggy from the steam, and sighs, standing up and splashing Aphelios in the process.
“I have to go to the Pits,” Sett says, stepping out of the tub. “I doubt my buyers will wait for me. I’ll have Sheila bring you some clothes for you to wear and then you can be on your way.”
Aphelios stands, suddenly feeling somewhat worried. Sett catches the looks and rolls his eyes in exasperation.
“You are awfully attached, aren’t you? You have no reason to stay, I’m letting you go free since you repaid me with your body. Though if you come again trying to kill me, I don’t think that will be the case. I can’t go dying anytime soon, you see.” Sett takes a towel, drying himself off, fluffing up his hair. “If you stay here though, I can’t have you just free loading. I doubt it’d make me look good having a Lunari assassin hanging around.”
Aphelios feels a sinking feeling in his stomach, like he’s about to be sick, and the ground seems to be moving below him, wriggling tauntingly. What does he want out of this? It was such a weird situation from the start, the failed assassination, getting raped and then willingly letting it happen, waking up and coming and asking for more…
He raped me. He RAPED me, and I wanted more. He used my failed attempt as an excuse to fuck me, no strings attached. Why do I feel so sad at the idea of going free? Why do I feel like I just broke up? Surely, he must feel something too. He must feel attached too, unless he has sex with strangers all the time…
Does he? Is this a normal thing and I’m just another notch on his belt?
“What’s with that look?” Sett asks as he pulls on his white silk pants. “You look like you’re going to cry.”
Was that moment last night just an accident, where he held him and cleaned him and kissed him? A fluke? A misunderstanding?
Sett is putting on his fur coat now and slipping his feet into shiny, expensive shoes, oblivious to Aphelios’s torment. I don’t want to say goodbye. I don’t want to leave. I want this dream to continue. He reaches out, grabbing onto Sett’s arm, tightening his grip around his bicep. Please. Please.
“You don’t want to go?” Sett seems exasperated. “You know what that means, right?”
Aphelios shakes his head, confused. What does it mean?
“It means you’re going to have to be my pet, Aphelios.”