there will be blood

"you know... I never thought I would get you like this." these are the words kaey rouses to, light and wistful, almost playful. his body aches, his mind feels foggy. the assassin couldn't quite recall what had gotten him into this position, what had happened before he had fallen unconscious. even as his body protests, he forces himself up - the efforts sets his head spinning, and blinking away stars he finally sees who is in the room with him.

lavender eyes, golden hair, a devious smirk.

"norsei ?" he asks, confused. but then, he becomes aware of the room he is in, the disarray of the bed, the fact he is no longer clothed in what he remembers wearing before. and that ache, radiating from his pelvis, spreading up his hips into his chest and down his thighs... he curls into himself slightly, protectively, and glares at the other man. "what did you do to me ?"

he knows exactly what he had done, of course. because norsei had never been overly subtle about how he felt about the assassin, about his relationship - if you could call it that - with aurhyd. the fact the lord had complete control over kaey, and thus constant access to him. the difference between norsei and aurhyd, however, was that there currently was no duress, no coercion, forcing his mind into cooperating. the elf had no control over him... and they both know kaey wasn't intent on making whatever his plans were easy for him.

yet, this makes the unconscious assault that much more... violating to kaey. aurhyd had never, no one else had ever; no, they preferred to know the control they wielded over him, his inability to say no.

he feels sick, and not just because his head is pounding.

the elf rises from where he had been lounging and slowly crosses the room. kaey pushes himself to the edge of the bed - he has to leave, he has to get away. but his body refuses to cooperate, and he falters, feet on the floor. norsei takes his time, but arrives to push the assassin back down, one hand on his shoulder, the other slipping down, beneath kaey's shirt.

he looks up, meeting the other mans gaze. hes now so close, leaning in, breath hot the assassin's neck. then, his eyes drift down. kaey shrugs the hand off his shoulder, but the one under his shirt continues to rove upwards.

"I thought you'd be more muscular, you look more muscular." norsei sighs, then clicks his tongue. "maybe its just that aurhyd always dresses you so well."

kaey doesn't want to humor him, doesn't want to talk to him. but he doesn't have the energy to push himself up, to push the other man away. the hand glides up, stopping to assess the curve of his ribs, the odd scar. he realizes norsei isn't searching his skin so much as mapping out his body. his stomach churns.

the elf tilts his head, as if listening to something, then puts a knee up on the bed, leaning in even closer against kaey. he tries to lean away, but he has nowhere to go. "I bet you have... a lot of experience." kaey doesn't see his face but he can hear the smile in his voice. the second hand joins the first, and this time when he tries to lean back norsei takes the opportunity to push forward and straddle him.

"I've wanted to fuck you ever since I first saw you, now here... we are." his voice has grown low, raspy, and kaey feels something hard against his stomach as he leans in, face by his ear. the hands on his chest are moving more quickly now, more intently. "I didn't want to before, but... I knew you wouldn't cooperate. you have no reason to. still, it would be nice if we could--"

"no." kaey responds harshly, finally finding the energy to try and push the elf back. norsei makes a nose of disdain, then quickly grabs his wrist, wrenching it down. their eyes meet for a moment, and the assassin sees no gentleness in his gaze, despite his romantic tone.

before he can say anything, before he can move again, there is a hand around his throat, and he is pushed back into the bed, norsei on top of him. he struggles, but the grip on his throat tightens until he is too tired to keep fighting. the elf tsks approvingly, stroking his face.

"see ? its not that bad. you know how this goes - you know its easier if you don't fight it. so why are you fighting me ?" kaey scowls at this, but the other man remains expressionless as he looks down at him. "this could be so nice for you, different, and yet you want to make things difficult for us both." the hands returns to his chest, riding up his shirt, then drifting down lower, into his pants. the assassin squirms against the touch, but the elf on top of him just shushes him soothingly.

sliding back in his straddle to give himself better access, he slips one finger, then another inside kaey. all the while staring; the assassin closes his eyes, because he can't stand to meet his gaze any longer. norsei pumps his fingers rhythmically, leaning in closer. "see, doesn't that feel nice ? this doesn't have to be bad for you, kaey. all you have to do is submit to me... and I'll take care of you."

it sickens him, the way he talks as if this was something he should want. had ever wanted. offering it like a reward, like a mercy.

"I will never submit to you." he says, finally opening his eyes. he can't read the expression on norsei's face, but he sees anger alight behind his eyes. "and I don't need you to take care of me."

"fine." norsei says curtly after a long silence, withdrawing his hand. "have it your way." and before kaey can move, there is a hand around his throat again, forcing him down. the elf's hand burns coldly against his skin, sending a shockwave of pins and needles across his skin. the heaviness he had woken with slowly creeps back into his limbs; what he had thought had been drugs turned out to be magic. "I may not have control over you, but I can control you, kaey."

he can't fight the hands on him, can't find the energy to struggle, so he just lays below norsei, eyes closed, as the man pulls down his pants. tries not to think about the way the elf roughly handles his body, forcing his legs apart. he feels pressure, and then penetration, and then norsei's hot breath on his neck, his hand curling into a fist in his hair.

the man's movements become rapid, desperate - he does not take his time, going as quickly and roughly as he can. if norsei had any intent on providing kaey pleasure in this activity before, it was gone now.

eventually he slows, but does not stop, breath still hot on kaey's neck and cheek. "does aurhyd fuck you like this ?" he asks. then, with his next question, the assassin's heart drops into his stomach. "does tiane ?"

tiane. tiane had brought him to see norsei, to get help, and now... now he was here, where was tiane ? had... tiane known ? he shudders beneath norsei, and the elf laughs, picking up his pace and finishing inside. but he doesn't leave, doesn't remove himself, instead moving his hand back down to kaeys groin.

this isn't new - aurhyd was always rather "considerate" when it came to ensuring both he and kaey got pleasure out of their sex. but this somehow felt dirtier, worse. kaey groans against the stimulation, and he feels hot breath on his neck again, just below his ear.

kaey can't help it, his back arches against the ministrations, and he feels the elf smile against him. "there is still so much I want to do to you. maybe you'll be convinced to let me have my way - then I can focus on making this actually pleasurable for us both."