MUSES FOR MEN

Don’t speak, don’t cough. No warning. Mason pulled the trigger. A single dart raced through the air at Spider-man. Of course, a normal dart couldn’t stop Spider-man. But Mason prepared for that. When the teenager inevitably caught the incoming projectile (based on this angle, he’d do so approximately thirteen inches from his head ), The needle at the tip of the projectile would fire separately of the rest, driving into the spider’s neck. With it, about four doses of elephant tranquilizer would rocket into the boy’s system. Mason wasn’t sure what the scarlet spider’s healing factor did to tranqs, so he made sure to just over do it rather than have the poor guy wake up too quickly.

Cheering his victory, Mason pulled a walkie talkie from his belt, speaking into it. His voice came over the speakers in the room. “We’re so glad you could join us all, Spider-man. We’ve been waiting for you. Took you long enough to follow the breadcrumbs, accept our invitation. Not that it’s a problem now. Sleep, Spidey. I’ll see you when you wake up. Oh, and Spidey? Welcome to the Collection.”

Mason waited for Spider-man to succumb to the tranquilizer before he got down from his perch. Even still, before he entered, he punched a couple commands into his tablet, and gas released from various points in the room, blanketing the room in a noxious pink cloud. The gas had several purposes, most of which was keeping his new acquisitions and his old acquisitions docile while he collected the body. There were a few subtle additions to it, however, aphrodisiacs and the like, to keep his boys entertained.

Mason made sure to enter wearing a gas mask. He picked up the boy with little difficulty. He’d known Spider-man had to be relatively young, but this kid was tiny. He carried him downstairs, stopping only once to speak briefly with a guard. “Prep the new arrival room.”

Sometimes a second of hesitation was all it took to change everything and even though Peter caught the dart being shot his way that stunned mind of his at the sight before him was just too long for him to notice the tip of the dart firing off and stabbing into his neck. The hit of drugs was hard and fast, even with his intense resistance to normal drugs and doses it was clear whatever was in this particular one was far more than a normal human should be able to handle. Stumbling to his knees, pressing his hand against where the dart was and forcing it out and tossing it to the ground. He needed to get out of here, desperately looking for the exit but his vision was already beginning to blur and unfocus as his body began to feel weak. 

He could hear the voice echoing through the room but couldn’t find the source, no matter how much he tried. His body refused to respond to all his struggles, his breathing heavy and his mind feeling less and less focused. This couldn’t happen, he’d come to save everyone...he had to get out of this. But despite his best attempts there was nothing that the vigilante could do and he soon found his body slumping on the floor. All he could see was the fading images of the bound men around him and the last few words from the his capture. 

“Oh, and Spidey? Welcome to the Collection.”

When Peter finally came to again, his head felt like it was spinning. He felt groggy and weak, barely able to open his eyes and his mind completely foggy with his vision nothing but a blur. His muscles felt sore, used up and like all his strength had been sapped, where was he? He’d been...on patrol, he remembered that. Looking for the lost heroes, he’d found them hadn’t he? He had and then he was hit by something and then...

It was only now Peter realized something, something that made his mind focus and push passed the fog and his body come to life. His skin felt bare, cold even and as he frantically looked at himself he realized...his costume was gone, so was his mask. In nothing but a pair of grey boxers; his face revealed, his body in full view as the poor boy’s blood went ice cold. He’d been captured, he’d been drugged and...he’d been de-masked. Oh god. No, no, no.

Peter tried to spring to his feet but his mind and body were both still groggy from the drugs, but it was more than that. His body felt...weak, useless like he’d been stripped of any energy he might have had. That’s when his fear turned to horror, his heart racing as he realized the truth. He hadn’t just been stripped of his suit, he’d been stripped of his power. He was...helpless.

Eddie’s words were sharp. Matteo couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. He’d known what they were planning to do was way different than just edging himself. He’d known, so why had he said something so stupid? Maybe Eddie was right. Maybe he only found himself dominating guys because of the size of his dick. Maybe he wasn’t as hot shit as he thought. His genetics had done all the work for him, mesmerizing little faggots with size and girth alone. Matteo felt the shame edge in as Eddie described his future in exquisite detail. Being constantly edged and caged. But it was one phrase that really scared Matteo, “we’re gonna make sure you never have to pretend again.” The finality of the statement, even as he was tugging his nipple and jerking his dick, really shook the hispanic boy. Until now he’d been thinking of his captivity as a temporary moment of shame and then sweet revenge. But as Eddie’s plan unfolded, it became more and more clear that Matteo would be here for a very long time.

And he was already hard, both cock and nipples tight under Eddie’s expert fingers. The hispanic captive knew that any guy gets aroused at the touch of hands on dick, but when coupled with his words, with how dumb he felt, how absolutely unmanly Eddie’s words made him feel, Matteo couldn’t help but feel that heat of shame. Still, he wasn’t broken yet. He gritted his teeth and met Eddie’s eyes again (he hadn’t even noticed he’d started avoiding them as he was being worked on). “Bring on your worst, faggot. I’ll enjoy giving it back to you tenfold when I get out of here.” His words didn’t have the same effect when his dick was hard and starting to leak precum as that same ‘faggot’ was twerking his nipples like a bitch.

Eddie could see the conflict on his face, even if Matteo was doing his best to try and hide it and no doubt some of the guys around him hadn’t picked up on it but Eddie wasn’t like most frat boys. “Aw, you look embarrassed baby boy. Not to worry, I’ve got a purpose for you that isn’t gonna require you to think at all. No more humiliating yourself and having to pretend to be a man when you’re really just a cute little bimbo boy who needs to be put to use” He hummed, winking playfully at the captured college boy as if this was all light hearted and just a bit of fun. Being cruel wouldn’t work alone, Eddie was going to make sure that Matteo eventually saw that being good and behaving could have quite a lot of benefits while fighting this? Well, that was how you got yourself edged for a month and your cock caged. 

“Still pretending to fight are we? It’s pretty cute actually, you’re an adorable little thing. I can’t believe anyone ever found you intimidating” He grinned, causing the guys around him to laugh as two guys gripped the Hispanic boy by the throat and kept his head locked in place while someone else came with what appeared to be a nice, thick black collar - showing it off in front of their captive so he could see the words ‘Property of Alpha’ on the front, after all they had to make sure the boy was properly marked and owned now that he was going to belong to the frat house. “You’re gonna make a great addition to the frat, but don’t you worry these guys know even if you belong to the frat you’re gonna be all mine specifically. Eddie’s little boy toy” He smiled proudly as they began to secure the collar around his throat and handed the chain attached to it to Eddie who gave it a good, harsh tug to cut off the boy’s air before loosening his grip and letting air reach his lungs again after a few moments. 

“Such a good little bitch boy, we’re gonna train you every day. You won’t be alone for even a moment” He hummed as he began to slowly unbuckle his jeans and make sure to take his time to let the reality of what was about to happen sink into Matteo. “Of course I get first go at you and the boys have to ask for permission to fuck you when they’re not on duty, so the nicer you are to me the less painful this has to be to you” He hummed and pulled his jeans down to reveal no boxers and a long, slightly thicker than average cock in hand as he moved closer to his prey and leaned down to gaze at that plump ass and give it a nice squeeze and a good smack. “Ready to say goodbye to your old life, baby? Because this is it for you.”

Matteo heard the boy’s words. He felt the fingers dance over his skin, and while he put up token resistance, squirming to try and jerk away from Eddie’s touches, there wasn’t much he could do, tied wrist and ankle into the sex swing. But the touching was expected. The attempt to physically claim Matteo in order to show him he was powerless to stop them. Matteo had done it a few times before, when a frat bro refused to admit what they were about to become. But it was Eddie’s words that put a real tinge of fear in Matteo. Eddie was smart. Tie a guy up, edge him senseless until he was begging for release…Matteo wanted to believe he’d be stronger than that, but when given a tough nut…it might be exactly how he’d crack him. Matteo’s mind could think up a couple other ideas too, but he wasn’t going to offer them to his captor.

“Go for it, pasty,” he spat, trying to sound braver than he felt at the moment. “I’ve edged myself for fun. I’m sure this time’ll be no different.” The hispanic boy said. “Although I’m not sure about the cage. You sure you got one big enough? Sure you even want to? I can see it in your eyes, you’d love a ride on it, once you see how big it gets,” Matteo said, feeling Eddie’s expert fingers coaxing his dick to life. Matteo was nineteen and perpetually horny, even in this situation, his dick started to fill with blood nearly instantly. Pretty soon he’d have a thick eleven and a half inches in Eddie’s hand. It was kind of mesmerizing. As Eddie described the lengths he’d gone to in order to throw people off Matteo’s trail, the hispanic’s blood ran a little cold. It was diabolically smart. Worse, it might work. Matteo kind of did whatever the fuck he wanted, whenever the fuck he wanted. If his fancy was to suddenly skip town for a bit of booze and bottom boys..who would think it amiss? He could handle edging for a week, maybe two. Would he give in after a month? Two months? No, stop Matteo. You’re not some little faggoty bitch. He reprimanded himself sharply. The sentence was meant to elicit despair. He wouldn’t give it up. Wouldnt lose hope of escape. So instead he stabbed back with a barb of his own, as his dick started lengthening to its full size. “Pretty isn’t it? Many of your brothers thought so. A lot of em still text me begging for it. Want to know which ones?”

The next words that left Matteo’s lips were enough to actually get a laugh out of Eddie, who seemed to find the whole thing genuinely hilarious. “Oh man, see I figured you had to be a little bit smart with your reputation but if you think edging yourself and what we’re gonna do to you is going to be the same thing then you really are an idiot. Our dumb little boy” He smiled, smacking the guy’s chest and twisting the nipple again. “You’re going to be in tears when we edge you and it’s gonna happen constantly, we’ll never leave you alone. Every hour there will be someone here to make sure you’re edged, used, begging and desperate to orgasm and you won’t orgasm until you beg for it. Imagine it, a week of being edged. Two weeks, a month, no release. I wonder how long its gonna take for you to cry, for you to break and beg for it?”

Eddie continued to work his cock, squeezing the base and smiling and shaking his head at the others choice of words. “You think you’re special because you have a big dick? Makes sense, the most impressive thing about you is something you had no say in. Take that away from you and you’re just a dumb little boy, pretending to be a man. It’s pretty cute actually, but don’t you worry we’re gonna make sure you never have to pretend again” He winked at him and smirked as he continued to work his cock and making sure he was getting him hard and throbbing his hand as he started to really jerk him off. Squeezing his pecs, twisting his nipples and getting him to a point he could see he couldn’t fight the chase for the orgasm. He’d get him to the edge, get him so that point before letting go as one of the other guys began to secure the cage for the cock and locking it in place and cutting Matteo off from his release and making sure it never came. “Welcome to your new life.”

The Ashford Mansion was a grand sight indeed, towering over anything else even close to it; gated and walled off and seeming more like a fortress than any one persons home. Richard Ashford wasn’t exactly the kind of man to have many guests, with his hard eyes and almost constant scowl the fifty something year old man was a king of business and had more money then most people would ever know what to do with. It was usually how he got his way, how he’d managed to remain a king of the business world and why few tried to get in his way. It was also how he’d managed to get a husband about half his age and nothing in common with him. Mark had been new to the city, with little money to his name thanks to being kicked out by his parents for coming out of the closet and had wanted a fresh start. Richard had seemed appealing then, he’d turned on the charm to get what he’d wanted, he’d bought things for Mark and promised to take care of his bills, his college education and anything else he could need. 

He had done those things, but it was only after foolishly getting married at the age of nineteen that he realized what a bad idea it had been a few years down the road. Richard was difficult, short tempted and a recluse by nature and now that he had Mark, well, he didn’t seem to find him nearly as interesting.  It had been five years of this, five years of being married to the man and feeling more and more isolated and now that he was done with college he didn’t have that as a distraction and he began to realize what a crappy situation he was in. He had no job which meant leaving Richard would screw him over, especially with that army of lawyers of his who would make sure Mark probably never saw a penny of his money. Mark’s world suddenly felt very lonely and like things would only get worse.

Then he’d met Lucas. He was Richard’s new assistant after firing the last one for incompetence, he was Mark’s age with sharp features, long limbs and a smile that made Mark’s face feel warm and flustered. Richard already had an on-hand assistant, who was more seasoned and went with him to whatever destination around the world he was heading to for another business deal. But he needed one who could stay in the country, take care of things while he was away which was often. Which meant when Lucas wasn’t at the Ashford company he was at the house. With Mark.

Alone.

Mark hadn’t planned an affair, he hadn’t planned any of this but maybe it was inevitable it happened. They had chemistry, Lucas looked at him in a way Richard hadn’t in years or maybe ever had. Lucas showed Mark things he’d never tried before, made him feel things sexually he’d never experienced with his husband and truth be told, emotionally as well. Which is how it was three months later and this was still going on and right now Mark was finding a warm, bright smile filling his face as his eyes fell on Lucas coming through the large front doors. Richard was gone again, another two weeks in who knows where and Mark had been hoping that Lucas would have the time to come over, it had been far too long since they’d been able to have any time together.

“You came” He said, all smiles as he moved in closer. “You have no idea how hard it’s been with you not here. I thought he’d never leave for another trip again. God I missed you.”

Spiderman had been tracking this particular supervillain for some time now, not that he knew who they were. Nobody had been able to get an identification of him, nobody had seen his face or even know who he was. But several other superheroes had gone after him and had all vanished afterwards and never heard from again. Peter had managed to find a few clues, enough of a trail to lead him deep underground and into what looked to be some kind of base located down in the underground tunnels long since abandoned in New York.

He’d managed to get through, seemingly undetected and any guards were quickly and silently taken out and webbed to the walls. He’d been crawling on the ceiling of the base, keeping to the shadows, when he came across a room called ‘The Trophy Room’. Using the key card he’d swiped from the guard, he slowly stepped in and the masked vigilante stopped in his tracks at what he saw before him. He saw men he recognized as fellow heroes, and some he didn’t, completely naked. Some gagged, some blindfolded and all tied up and tied won - kneeling on pedestals; in glasses cases like...trophies.

“Holy shit” Peter found himself saying, stunned and frozen in place.

Blaine kept his eyes fixed on Dylan and Jesse as their drinks arrived at their table, he turned his body slightly so that he could get a better view of the couple, lips curling up to a little grin. Maybe he had been a bit forward, but he thought that this would a better way of getting their attention. So he stayed where he was, studying the pair of them intently. He raised a hand, waving as Jesse shyly waved over at him, tilting his head slightly as Dylan shifted a little closer to Jesse, and he really wished that he could overhear what they were saying, especially with how Jesse was currently looking at him.

Interesting.

From what he’d heard before, neither of them had any shown any interest in anyone other than each other, but the way that Jesse had his eyes on him, well it made Blaine think that there could be more to it then that. Holding his gaze for a moment, Blaine finally decided to get up from his seat, and slowly walk across the bar, swirling his drink a little in his glass as he approached the table. “You boys don’t mind if join you, do you?”

Jesse really wasn’t sure what made him curious about this guy over the others, he could only sort of see him in the lighting of the bar and he knew nothing about the game, not his name or what he really wanted and yet he just had a feeling; he wasn’t sure what it was precisely but he knew he was curious and wondered just who this guy was. He glanced back at Dylan, curious what he thought about this guy from first glance. “First impression, just take a look at him and what do you think or feel?” He asked as he gently kissed the corner of his boyfriends lips and watched him curiously for the answer.

Jesse’s eyes caught him again when he began walking over, swirling his drink and seemingly with confidence. But not the cocky kind, it was calm and natural rather than forceful or for show. He’d just finished taking another sip of his drink when the stranger stood in front of them, his eyes moving to Dylan at the question to see how he felt and if he objected. After all, he’d never want to make Dylan feel uncomfortable just how he knew Dylan would never do that to him either. “Sure, if you’d like” He finally said, curiously looking back to him.

Matteo figured there would be something like this. Matteo’s whole schtick was sexually dominating and humiliating little frat faggots, sending them back to their brothers begging to be used and abused. So any “revenge” someone took out on him would likely involve some sex. There was a flash of fear as Matteo mentally counted all the guys, and realized exactly how many dicks were about to rape him. It would hurt. It would be humiliating. But it would take more than a round of sex to break him. But he didn’t really have the power to overcome all of them and escape. And unfortunately, Eddie was right. Not many people would think to come looking for him. Matteo’s lifestyle involved him going on drunken benders and disappearing for a few days at a time. Westley would know he was missing, but only after a couple days of him not answering text messages or phone calls. Then finding him would be another matter. So there wasn’t any help likely to come for at least ten, twelve days? That was too long. Matteo was NOT going to stay some sexual plaything for ten days playing damsel in distress.

Matteo bucked as was expected once the men tried to shackle him down. Shackling involved untying his hands and feet, even if briefly, and Matteo would be a fool not to try and escape. As the ropes came off and grips on his wrists were loosened, he surprised one of the men holding his hand, ripping his wrist free and slamming at elbow into one of the frat boys’ faces. For a glorious moment his hands were both free, and Matteo sat up, ready to start swinging. But then he felt straps tighten down around the leg he hadn’t freed, and the frat boy he’d surprised came back with a couple extra guys, and Matteo got slugged across the face himself, hard. He felt the force of it knock the sock out of his mouth, and once he recovered he heard the tightening of straps around one of his wrists.

He still fought, but with his ankles and one wrist bound, the boy was finished. He clenched his only free arm like he was arm wrestling, muscles standing out as he pulled against the three frat boys. There was no hope of beating them, just of animal defiance, a desire to not be bound. But eventually he heard the clacking of the final shackle being tied in place. “Pathetic,” Matteo said, his mouth free to work now that the bros had kindly dislodged his gag, “This is what I’m supposed to be scared of? You think I’ma crumble because of a sex swing and some frat bros with four inch dicks? I am the best there is at breaking people, douchebag. You don’t got the fucking balls to tame me. And on my way out, I’ll make you don’t have any balls at all.”

It seemed no matter what Matteo said, Eddie’s expression never faltered and he never seemed bothered or irritated by the digs. It was something Eddie had always had as an advantage, he might not be the strongest of his frat brothers but he was probably one of the most naturally confident and smartest which meant not only had he planned this through but it was near impossible to get under his skin and he reckoned that combination was going to be what became this guy’s complete undoing. “You think we’d leave you with just a few guys to mess around with and that be hard? I’m hurt Matty, really” He dramatically put a hand to his chest as if wounded by the words while a big grin continued to fill his face as he moved around the other.

His hands skimmed his body, moving across his naked thighs and torso as if they were his to enjoy before moving to gently brush his fingers over his cock and meet his gaze. “See the thing is, we’ve gone all out with you. We knew it take only the best of efforts to get you to break, so...” He trailed off as he began to wrap his hand around the college boy’s cock and began to tease him as he continued to calmly talk to him, all smiles. “We’re going to get you so hard and so ready to unload...and then we’re going to cage this pretty little cock of yours. Every hour of every day we’re going to get you so close and then cage you up and leave you like that all day. You’re going to be edged and edged and used and gagged again and again. How long until they find you, do you think? I bet you think maybe a week if you’re luck, two if you’re not” He chuckled and squeezed his cock and began to use those long fingers of his to properly start to tease and jerk his cock. 

“See the thing is, I’m not just some fratty boy with a big dream and clumsy execution. I’ve done my research, planned this which is why a buddy of mine has got your car right now and your wallet and is driving out of town. He looks a little like you, brown hair, nice skin and a little on the short side of things” He grinned cockily as he twisted a nipple roughly. “He’s going to enjoy himself at a bar, maybe spend some money so when people do eventually go looking for you they’re gonna find some nice credit card information all the way in another city” He hummed, slapping his impressive chest before gazing at him. 

“It’s not gonna be days, or weeks until they get a clue of where you are. We’re talking months, maybe a year” He promised with that smile of his.

Dylan didn’t think he’d ever felt happier, sure High School had been difficult, it wasn’t easy being completely socially awkward in a school that was basically one big popularity contest. But there had been one shining light, Jesse. Jesse had been there for him through it all, they’d managed to find each other when they weren’t even looking, and had been happily together ever since. They were considered something of an oddity at school, especially when their test scores came back and to the surprise of literally no one they were both declared subs. Dylan wasn’t surprised, he’d always known what he was. 

But what he wasn’t expecting however, was for everyone around him, family and the few friends he had to suddenly declare that for some reason he needed to break up with the love of his life. Apparently it was unheard of for two submissives to stay together, something about having certain urges that they couldn’t satisfy with just each other. But for the first time in his life, Dylan was defiant, he loved Jesse, and some silly test result wasn’t going to change that. So they defied the odds, stayed together and had managed to graduate high school, ready to take on the next stage of their lives together in college. It was a huge step for Dylan, and one that he’d panicked about more than once, but he knew that by squeezing Jesse’s hand, it would be enough to calm him down, and convince him that they could do it.

Jesse had convinced him to come out tonight, he wanted to celebrate and Dylan had never been able to say no to him, so here they were, wrapped up in their own little world, snuggled up together, as if nothing else could touch them. When the bartender delivered them a fresh round of drinks, “We didn’t order these…” Dylan started, but promptly shut his mouth again when he directed towards the guy sitting at the bar, who was definitely smiling over at them. It wasn’t totally new, they’d been in this position before, a Dominant would come along, and try and split them up for their own amusement. Dylan gave him a shy smile, pushing his glasses back up along his nose, as he turned to face his boyfriend, shrugging his shoulders a little. “Should we send them back?” he asked shyly, “I mean…we don’t want to give him the wrong idea, do we?”

Jesse remembered the times in the past that guys had pulled a move like this, sometimes it was a drink or just coming up and saying hello. They all had their intentions, some wanted to just see what their deal was, others wanting to get with them and others wanted one and was confident they could separate the pair of them. It hadn’t been all bad experiences, some of the guys had been nice and it just hadn’t felt right or there’d been any interest. But as Jesse looked at the guy with the big smile and bright eyes he found himself hesitating as Dylan asked about sending them back.

“That would be...kind of rude, wouldn’t it?” He asked finally glancing back to Dylan and leaning into his touch and smiling as he looked up. “The drinks are already paid for, so they’d just go to waste. Besides, can you help a guy if he thinks you’re handsome and the cutest? Because you are” He smiled and kissed Dylan’s nose before taking one of the drinks and offering it to his boyfriend and taking the other for himself. They hadn’t talked too much about what it would mean, being two Submissives together. Would they want a Dominant? The answer had been a default no simply because no guy had ever clicked for them or felt right...but would that ever change? Jesse only knew he and Dylan were forever, no matter what but he couldn’t help his curiosity as he glanced back at the one across the bar as he took a sip of the offered drink.

@museformen gets a starter!

Blaine had seen quite a lot of relationships break up in his short life so far, mostly due to the role they were all given on their 18th birthday. He’d seen people be torn apart, letting their new title define them in ways that Blaine couldn’t imagine. It was sad really, which why he’d decided early on that he wasn’t going to allow himself to be placed in a box, to live by a label that a complete stranger gave him, just because it was written on a piece of paper. 

Then he saw them.

He didn’t know too much about them other than their names, he’d tried to do a little research, but he hadn’t wanted to make it too obvious, or make him seem obsessed in the wrong sort of way. But he knew he wanted to find out more, he thought about trying to get one of them on their own, divide and conquer had been a strong tactic in the past, but he saw the way that they looked at each other, as if no one else mattered, and he knew that his usual moves weren’t going to work this time. He had to try something different with these two, maybe a more subtle approach would work for starters?

Spotting them huddled together in the far corner of the bar, Blaine smiled as he ordered a fresh round of drinks to be sent over to them, flashing them a bright smile when they looked up in his direction.

Things had seemingly gotten complicated the moment the tests had come back and both Jesse and Dylan came back as Submissives; or rather the rest of the world seemed to think it got complicated. Most people thought they’d break up, their friends even consoling them about it and how everything would be okay and they’d get through this. But for Jesse not much had really changed, he knew who he was and he knew Dylan and they were both pretty sure they were going to be Submissives so it wasn’t a shock for them. He loved Dylan and that hadn’t changed, so why should they?

They’d both shocked and amazed the people around, even the local papers had talked about them it was so uncommon and while the new attention was a little much Jesse just had to look in Dylan’s eyes and know it was all worth it as long as he got to be with him. He’d suggested they go out for a bit, maybe celebrate the fact they were done with school and would be off to college soon, together, they’d maybe try and find a place to live instead of dorm mates where they’d end up with god knows who.

So they were enjoying themselves, Jesse tucked up against Dylan and smiling as he bumped their noses together, before glancing at the bartender who offered them the drinks and added a ‘Special delivery from the gentlemen over there’ before gesturing to the person down the end of the bar. Now this hadn’t been the first time someone had done this sort of thing and just like the guy this time they were obviously Dominants but...this one seemed a little different.

Jesse found himself instinctively smiling at that bright smile of the young man’s and gave an awkward wave and gesture of thanks before glancing at Dylan, wondering what his take from this was.

@museformen

Out of all the feelings that Nick was feeling tonight, uncertainty took the lead. This relationship — if you could call it that at this stage — was one that granted Nick a multitude of different things; the sexual gratification he had isolated himself from for so long, the thrill of not getting caught, and the overall danger of it all. But tonight, everything was stripped back, and the two men found themselves alone in Nick’s apartment for the first time without sex being the first thing on one of their minds. “I—er, have a few movies we could watch! Nothing too great, I figured we could just sit and bitch about one of them for the whole duration.” Nick spoke, bounding in with an armful of different DVDs, dropping them on the coffee table in his living room before joining his lover on the sofa. 

Sebastian had to admit, this was different. He’d known very early on that something was going to happen between them, he’d caught the looks his Professor had given him and tried to hide and Sebastian had enjoyed the attention quite a bit and was known for getting what he wanted. So for a good couple of weeks now and almost a month this had been going on - it had started in his office, then proceeded to his apartment where the two had done depraved and down right dirty things to each other again and again and again.

But this? This was indeed different, watching his Professor babbling away and seemingly almost nervous as he walked in with far too many DVD’s in hand  and Sebastian couldn’t help but raise a brow and let an amused smile linger on his face at the sight before him. “Just a few, you say? I count at least twenty” He said as they were dumped onto the coffee table; alright this side of Nick was actually kind of cute. “But sounds like a plan, considering you’re far more enjoyable to watch then any of these movies” He said, leaning back and eyes lingering on him. “What’s this all about, hm? This is quite the change.”

Blaine’s eyes widened when he realised just how that might’ve sounded to Mark, which of course wasn’t his intention at all, but seeing the way that Mark looked at him, that glint in his eye, the way he winked at him…maybe Blaine had meant it in someway after all? Well damn, where did that one come from? “Well, I couldn’t expect you to walk, not after the game you just played,” Blaine laughed lightly, not completely ignoring the nickname that Mark so casually threw his way. He fished his keys out of his gym bag, and opened up the passenger door, holding it open for Mark. “After you,” he grinned, gesturing inside.

Once Mark was seated, Blaine closed the door after him, quickly running around to the opposite side of the car, and sliding in himself. He tossed his bag onto the back seat, and quickly fastened his seatbelt before turning back to face Mark with a bright smile on his face, “So, Italian, yes?” he asked, tilting his head to the side slightly, “I figured some old pizza place wouldn’t really be your style, so how about we try and find some place nice, yeah?”

“Such a gentlemen, don’t I feel all spoiled” He grinned when Blaine pointed out how he didn’t want him walking after the game. Truth be told it was a rather sweet gesture and he wasn’t complaining at all. “Thanks stud” He used the nickname again, a wink and a smile as the door was opened for him and he stepped inside and got into the seat. Yeah, Blaine was definitely a gentlemen and he couldn’t deny it was kind of nice to be the one to be treated to those kind of things instead of having to do it on a date with a girl. 

“I’m never one to turn down pizza, but you’re right if you want to impress and serenade me then I’m expecting something a little nicer” He grinned, brown eyes lingering on Blaine for a moment and saw that bright, beautiful smile of his and was tempted to lean in but decided to hold off. “Alright, I’m in your hands now so drive away and let’s see where you’re gonna take me.” He winked and leaned back in his seat, relaxed and ready to see what was next.

Cooper chuckled softly, shaking his head fondly at Gabriel, hands reaching up to gently cup his face in between them, “Please, you know by now, you’re free to call me Cooper,” he told him, dipping his head to bury his head in Gabriel’s hair, feeling thoroughly relaxed for the first time that day. He felt so stressed these days, but this time he spent with Gabe, well it made everything feel just that little more tolerable. He dipped his head, stealing a kiss from the young man, a strong arm wrapping around his waist and tugging him closer to him. 

“Come, come sit with me,” Cooper ordered, though his words were gentle and not at all commanding, not unlike the way that he spoke to the staff throughout the castle. He reached down, taking Gabriel’s hand inside of his own and leading him over to the small sofa in the corner of the room, sitting down and pulling the other with him, dipping his head to press a kiss to the curve of Gabriel’s neck. They hadn’t really gone much further than kissing during their secret meetings, it was all very new, and while exciting, Cooper was aware of the taboo surrounding what they shared together. 

He wrapped his arms snugly around Gabriel’s waist, giving him a little squeeze, glancing up at him with a loving smile, his eyes softening as he closed the gap between them to steal yet another kiss, desperate to make the most of the time they had together, before he was undoubtedly pulled away, or Gabe was needed in the kitchens again. 

Gabriel felt his body melt a little at the sound of that chuckle, warm against his ear and making him curl a little bit closer into the man. How odd it must be, to see a young man in the most basic and worn out of clothing against a man with the finest of silks and fabrics known to man. A pure show of wealth and power against one of humble status. “To know it and be able to do it are two different things, it might take me a while to get out of the habit, your Majesty” He admitted with a shy smile and flushed cheeks as he felt those lips press gently against his as strong arms lifted him up a little and against his body.

It was a touch of sin, at least that’s what he was told - to touch another before marriage, yet when the man held him like this and kissed him it felt like anything but sin; it felt like heaven, if such a place existed on earth. He silently obeyed at the gentle command, sitting down on the beautiful sofa and leaning into it a little before being distracted once more by another kiss; this one on his neck, earning him a short gasp from those lips of the boy. Gabriel still sometimes wondered why the man came to him, a kitchen boy of all things when he could have anyone he wanted. Though it was best not to question it too much, leaning into the kiss this time and wrapping his arms around his Kings shoulders as soft, tiny little sounds escaped his throat as he kissed back; breath hitched and body arched just a little. 

“Every moment with you makes leaving all the more worse” He admitted shyly, bumping noses with him and swallowing thickly. “Was...was there any reason in particular you wished to see me tonight, your Majesty?”

Cooper knew that he was taking a great risk by embarking on such an affair, but it had escalated quicker than he even thought possible. Married at the age of 18, his entire life had been mapped out for him,  just a year before he took the crown and control of his kingdom. His reign had been reasonably simple, his father had been loved by everyone, and so they placed their trust in him to lead them well, be the king that they deserved. He knew what was expected of him, he needed to produce an heir, to continue his families legacy, but that was easier said than done, when he hadn’t actually consummated his marriage to his queen.

It was secret that he carried with him, having not dared to confide in anyone for the shame it might bring him or his family, and that was when he saw him. It was an instinctive attraction for Cooper, one that he didn’t understand straight away, and yet he found himself requesting for Gabriel on more than one occasion, requesting he join him in his chambers, spending hours talking to him, getting to know all there was to know about him, acting on instincts that he knew were frowned upon, and though he dared to admit it, he was actually starting to fall in love with the kitchen boy.

“Leave us,” Cooper ordered, waving off his guards as they shown Gabriel through to his chambers, standing firm until he heard the door click into place, then he felt his entire body relax as he swept across the room, engulfing the young man in a tight embrace, “I didn’t think I was going to see you today,” he murmured into his hair, “It’s getting harder and harder to be alone with you…”

Gabriel wondered how much the guards knew, did they just assume that he needed to speak with the servant in private or simply didn’t want the guards in his presence or did they suspect something was going on? If they did then nothing had been spilled, the guards were incredibly loyal to their King especially compared to their Queen so perhaps it was a secret they were willing to keep even if they only suspected it. 

Gabriel still got nervous whenever he was left alone with this man, he was after all the most powerful man in the country and it overwhelmed him from time to time to think of what a scandal this was. But when he was in his arms, when his head was buried against his chest and felt those soft words against him he felt that vanishing as he gripped gently back onto the man and closed his eyes, a trembled breath escaping his lips. “Not being with you makes the rest of my days seem trivial your Majesty” He admitted, still falling into old habits of calling the man by his title; after all he wasn’t sure where he stood. Was he simply just an amusing distraction to the King or something else?

He finally dared to look up, a warm smile on his lips as his soft brown eyes focused up on the other. “But it’s always worth it when I get to see you.”