FIC: Reward (Blackwood/Coward)
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linndechirTitle: Reward
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linndechir
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes 2009
Pairing: Blackwood/Coward
Rating: R
Words: 2817
Summary: Blackwood wants to reward Coward for his devotion, but the reward is not quite what Coward had expected.
Author’s note: Written forlinndechir , who gave me the prompt and the idea for this fic; I just wrote it. :) I only just realised that I also ended up writing a first-time-fic for this pairing, which I’ve been wanting to do for a long time. Yay!
“I have a reward for you.”
In the two years they had known each other, Lord Blackwood had seldom as much as acknowledged how useful Lord Coward was to him. His smiles were rare, the occasional gentle gesture of affection was even rarer, but Nicholas cherished all of it and never dared to hope for more. Being around his lord was reward enough; it was all the happiness he needed in his life.
Yet he was beyond excited when Blackwood told him - voice as calm as ever, but with a strange sentiment in his eyes that Nicholas could not quite identify - that his reward was waiting for him in his lord’s mansion. A child on Christmas’ eve could not have been more curious than Nicholas was now, and it took all his self-discipline not to show his impatience. It was difficult enough to remain calm when he was alone with the man he adored so much, especially here in this house where every wall, every piece of furniture breathed Lord Blackwood’s presence.
The corridors were only dimly lit by flickering candles, which cast long shadows over Blackwood’s face and an eerie light into his hard, green eyes. There was something unusually tense about his regal stride, imperceptible to anyone who did not spend the better part of his day either staring at Lord Blackwood or thinking of him. As strange as it was, it almost seemed as if Blackwood was worried whether or not Nicholas would like his present.
The smile on Nicholas’ face grew even wider. If that was true, his lord was being exceptionally foolish - as if any gift would not become the most desirable thing in the world merely because it had been given to him by his lord.
Nicholas’ heart started to race when he realised where they were going. He blushed faintly when Blackwood opened the large wooden door that could only lead to his bedroom - a place Nicholas had often dreamt of, but never expected to see with his own eyes. He knew that Blackwood, for all his strength and power, was only a man, who presumably slept, but somehow seeing his bedroom felt so intimate, as if his lord was granting him a glimpse of his humanity. Nicholas did not dare enter the room and just looked up into his lord’s inscrutable eyes.
He was not sure what to make of this. It would not surprise him, as embarrassing as it would be, if his lord knew of his most secret thoughts, but surely Blackwood would never return such feelings. While Blackwood appreciated, even liked him, Nicholas knew that he could never be worthy of his lord’s desire.
As if he had read Nicholas’ mind, Blackwood touched his shoulder, much too shortly, giving him a gentle shove into the room.
“I do hope you enjoy your present.” There it was again, the unfamiliar tenseness Nicholas had already noticed earlier, but he could not pause to wonder about it.
He finally tore his eyes away from Blackwood, and the smile froze on his face when he entered the room. On the large bed, between more black silk than even in his most decadent dreams, a young woman was reclining, clad in a low-cut, rather revealing dress, red-painted lips parted, long hair untied and spread over white shoulders. She looked too sensual for even a halfway decent woman, but she was certainly no common whore, rather a high-class courtesan.
Nicholas swallowed hard - this was the last thing he would have expected. He felt Lord Blackwood shift behind him, and long fingers brushed his shoulder once again. Even through several layers of fabric the fleeting touch aroused Nicholas more than the girl’s languorously drawled, “My lords.”
“Do you like her?” Blackwood asked, his voice too close to Nicholas’ ear.
The younger man blinked - it was not a question he usually asked himself when it came to women. He glanced again at the girl - yes, she was beautiful by all standards, exceptionally so. Certainly a pleasing sight, but one that left Nicholas as cold and unaffected as every other beautiful woman he had ever met. He had never understood the appeal of their pretty faces, of their white, round breasts, not when he compared them to the raw, unyielding power of a man, and least of all when that man was Lord Blackwood. He’d be more content kissing his lord’s hands, his feet even, than spending the most passionate night with this girl. Yet he could never refuse a gift his lord had bestowed on him, and so he was quick to nod.
“Yes, she is … very beautiful. But I don’t understand, why …?”
“I told you, you have earned a reward. You’ve been working day and night lately, and I wanted to offer you some pleasure to express my gratitude for your devotion.”
Nicholas swallowed again - his lord should never utter the word ‘pleasure’ in this deep, purring voice, and definitely not when said voice sounded so unusually intimate. He took a deep breath to steady himself.
“It is my pleasure, my greatest honour to serve you. I never expected anything in return, my lord. Your pleasure is mine,” he said softly, lost in Blackwood’s eyes, the girl all but forgotten.
“And it’s my pleasure to give my most faithful servant something in return.” Blackwood smiled, and Nicholas wanted nothing more than to stand on his tiptoes and kiss those smiling lips. “Please, Nicholas, try her.”
Another barely suppressed gulp, but Nicholas nodded and went over to the bed, very well aware of his lord’s eyes following him. He sat down a bit awkwardly, trying not to frown when the girl leant in closer. It wasn’t that he found her repulsive, but he had no desire to touch her, and he feared that he might not even be able to perform the required act. Of all the things that his lord could ask of him, this one would be the most difficult.
Nicholas closed his eyes when her lips touched his, and the hopeful thought that he could just imagine her to be him vanished into thin air when the taste of her painted lips filled his mouth, the scent of her perfume invaded his nostrils, and too small hands caressed his face. Nicholas had to fight to keep tears from welling up in his eyes - what if he failed his lord, what if Blackwood would find him ungrateful for not appreciating his gift? Certainly he would never forgive him.
Nicholas forced himself to return the kiss, as awkwardly as when he had first kissed one of his roommates in boarding school, but at least it had been enjoyable back then. He had to bite back a sigh of relief when their lips parted. Looking up at his lord again, he saw Blackwood standing next to the bed, his lips a tense line, his eyes hard. Nicholas shivered, and not because of the girl’s hand on his thigh. He wondered if Blackwood had already noticed his lack of enthusiasm.
“You’re most generous, thank you,” Nicholas stammered quickly, hoping that the tremor in his voice would be attributed to lust. Nothing had ever made him feel as guilty as lying to the man he loved more than anything in the world.
“I hope you don’t mind if I stay.” There was no question in his voice; Blackwood simply sat down on the edge of the bed, hands folded in his lap.
The thought of feeling his lord’s eyes on his naked body was positively intoxicating, and before he could think, Nicholas heard himself suggest, “We could share her, if it pleases you.”
“No, she is for your pleasure alone,” Blackwood replied after a short moment of hesitation.
Nicholas felt like crying - here he was, in his lord’s bed, and he was required to waste his attention on some meaningless girl while his lord was only inches away, yet as untouchable as ever. He closed his eyes again, hoping that no tear would escape his lids, and pulled the girl to his chest, hands brushing her half-bare back while he kissed her again.
He could feel her fingers moving to his groin, but all that achieved was to make him tense up in discomfort. He tried to focus on the enjoyable things - her skin was indeed wonderfully smooth, and her hands were not exactly unpleasant when they started to unbutton his jacket and shirt, fingertips brushing his chest - but it didn’t help much: the insistent smell of her perfume and make-up was too disconcerting and only reminded him of his mother. He blushed like a little boy when she took one of his hands and put it on her breast, faintly wondering what exactly she expected him to do.
Nicholas opened his eyes to look once more at Blackwood, and his lord’s frown made him flinch. Blackwood’s eyes wandered over his bare chest, then down to his groin - in every other situation that alone would have filled Nicholas with blissful anticipation. But now Nicholas only gulped and bent forward to kiss the girl’s shoulder, staring at his lord, imagining it was his neck. He could not read the expression in Blackwood’s eyes - it was neither approval nor disapproval, but rather some sort of bewildered curiosity.
“Would you be more at ease if I left?” Blackwood asked in that voice Nicholas knew too well, the voice that implied that he already knew the answer.
“I would never want you to leave me,” Nicholas replied, breathing another kiss on the girl’s shoulder, glad that she had at least the decency to stay silent.
Blackwood shifted and moved closer to sit behind her. He raised one hand, and slender fingertips ran up the girl’s spine. Nicholas could only stare at them; these hands he had fantasised about so often, only an inch from his lips … and Blackwood was still looking at him, as if there was no scantily dressed, willing girl between them. His fingers had reached her shoulder, the dark ring almost brushed Nicholas’ chin - and instead of kissing that white shoulder again, Nicholas brought his mouth to his lord’s hand, lips closing around one knuckle.
The girl shifted uncomfortably in his arms, as if she realised that this was not really about her anymore, when Nicholas whispered, lips moving against Blackwood’s hand, “Have you changed your mind about sharing?”
Blackwood’s eyes narrowed, his fingers closed around Nicholas’ chin and lifted it from the girl’s shoulder.
“Indeed I have,” he said, his voice suddenly hard. “And I do not share what is mine.”
Nicholas furrowed his brow in confusion, then tensed up when Blackwood suddenly pulled back his hand and roughly slapped the girl on the hip.
“Leave,” he snarled, his voice so commanding that she virtually jumped up. She gave him a confused look, but his glare was so intimidating that she almost stumbled in her attempt to leave the room as quickly as possible. Nicholas followed her with his eyes until the door fell shut.
“You said you liked her,” Blackwood stated, and the hint of a reproach in his voice almost broke Nicholas‘ heart with guilt. “I never want you to lie to me, just because you think it’s what I want to hear.”
“I didn’t want to appear ungrateful,” Nicholas replied, painfully aware of how much his voice trembled. “How could I want anyone else when I compare them to you? I never meant to lie to you, but I was afraid -”
He silenced himself when Blackwood lifted a hand to Nicholas‘ lips, his index hushing him. Those long fingers caressed him for a moment, but were soon replaced by warm lips, and one blissful, relieved tear rolled over Nicholas’ cheek when Blackwood pulled him into his arms. The kiss was as strong, as secure as every other movement Blackwood ever made, and yet so deliciously tender. It was the same tenderness Nicholas had always felt when Blackwood had touched his shoulder, soft and subdued, always holding back. And even through the haze of happiness Nicholas realised that his lord had longed for this as much as he had. He brought his hands to Blackwood’s face, shy fingers touching his cheeks almost reverently when their lips parted.
“Why didn’t take what was yours? You know I would give you anything,” Nicholas said, arching into Blackwood’s welcoming embrace.
“I didn’t want this as a mere token of your devotion.”
Blackwood’s lips brushed Nicholas’ ear and kissed the sensitive skin just behind it. Long fingers ran over his naked chest and sent shivers through his entire body. Nicholas did not need to reply, his breathy moan when Blackwood’s teeth scraped over his throat was answer enough that this was so much more than just a servant’s duty to his lord.
“All mine,” Blackwood sighed against the heated skin, and Nicholas thought he heard a note of relief in his lord’s usually composed voice.
Nicholas had no idea how his sweaty fingers managed as much as to open a single button, but he was too happy to care that he was probably behaving like a clumsy boy. His lord did not seem to mind, he only smiled that rare, soft smile when their bared bodies sank into the cool sheets, clinging to each other as if they were trying to catch up on the two years they had wasted on misunderstandings.
Their touches were slow, languorous, savouring every second as if it were both the first and last at the same time. Nicholas had always imagined that Lord Blackwood would be a rough, dominant, even brutal lover, who cared merely about his own wishes - and Nicholas would have been happy to fulfil them with no regard for himself. But Blackwood turned out to be surprisingly gentle - he knew what he wanted and did not hesitate to take it, but he seemed as keen on giving pleasure as on receiving it.
Secure hands held Nicholas down, forestalling his over-enthusiastic attempts to please his lord. Nicholas felt no shame when Blackwood’s eyes roamed over his naked body; he had bared his soul to his lord so long ago that baring his body seemed only natural. Still, he could not quite believe his luck and forced himself to keep his eyes open, as if to remind himself constantly that this was real, and not another feverish dream conjured up by a lonely mind in an empty bed.
Blackwood kissed Nicholas’ collarbone, alternating gentle caresses and possessive bites as he worked his way downwards; his hands seemed intent on mapping every inch of Nicholas’ body, fingertips creating a sheer symphony of pleasure long before they even got close to his groin.
Nicholas returned the caresses as best as he could, curiously and somewhat shyly, like a man whose dreams had suddenly come true and who could only marvel at the staggering sensations that had replaced his mad hopes. He didn’t even know if it was like he had imagined it, for all his fantasies were simply blotted out by the sudden reality of Blackwood’s body against his. He knew he would never have to dream of him again, or if he did, he would wake up in the arms that held him now, the arms that made him feel so safe, so protected, even when they turned him around and when Blackwood’s weight pressed him down.
Coward’s eyes finally fluttered shut, his hands fisted the sheets helplessly when they could not reach Blackwood anymore. Teeth were nibbling at his neck, and part of Nicholas hoped that they would bite down and leave marks for the morning, so he wouldn’t have to doubt that it had really happened. His moans grew louder, he could feel the barely controlled lust of his lord’s touches, and Blackwood’s gentleness only seemed to tease them both.
Nicholas wanted to say something, not sure if he wanted to complain or to beg, but the only sound that left his mouth was another inarticulate moan when those long fingers finally entered him. It barely hurt, but his eyes were still moist, he was too far gone to keep holding back the tears that had burnt in his eyes all evening. He could taste the salt of his own tears on his lips, and yet he had never been happier in his life than when Blackwood finally claimed what had always been his.
“Henry,” Nicholas whispered, his voice choked by tears and moans. The name was still unfamiliar on his tongue, but it sounded as right as Blackwood‘s quickened breath in his ears, it felt as right as the bliss that coursed through him with every thrust.
He should never have doubted that his lord’s pleasure and his own were always one and the same.
Author:
linndechir Fandom: Sherlock Holmes 2009
Pairing: Blackwood/Coward
Rating: R
Words: 2817
Summary: Blackwood wants to reward Coward for his devotion, but the reward is not quite what Coward had expected.
Author’s note: Written for
linndechir , who gave me the prompt and the idea for this fic; I just wrote it. :) I only just realised that I also ended up writing a first-time-fic for this pairing, which I’ve been wanting to do for a long time. Yay! “I have a reward for you.”
In the two years they had known each other, Lord Blackwood had seldom as much as acknowledged how useful Lord Coward was to him. His smiles were rare, the occasional gentle gesture of affection was even rarer, but Nicholas cherished all of it and never dared to hope for more. Being around his lord was reward enough; it was all the happiness he needed in his life.
Yet he was beyond excited when Blackwood told him - voice as calm as ever, but with a strange sentiment in his eyes that Nicholas could not quite identify - that his reward was waiting for him in his lord’s mansion. A child on Christmas’ eve could not have been more curious than Nicholas was now, and it took all his self-discipline not to show his impatience. It was difficult enough to remain calm when he was alone with the man he adored so much, especially here in this house where every wall, every piece of furniture breathed Lord Blackwood’s presence.
The corridors were only dimly lit by flickering candles, which cast long shadows over Blackwood’s face and an eerie light into his hard, green eyes. There was something unusually tense about his regal stride, imperceptible to anyone who did not spend the better part of his day either staring at Lord Blackwood or thinking of him. As strange as it was, it almost seemed as if Blackwood was worried whether or not Nicholas would like his present.
The smile on Nicholas’ face grew even wider. If that was true, his lord was being exceptionally foolish - as if any gift would not become the most desirable thing in the world merely because it had been given to him by his lord.
Nicholas’ heart started to race when he realised where they were going. He blushed faintly when Blackwood opened the large wooden door that could only lead to his bedroom - a place Nicholas had often dreamt of, but never expected to see with his own eyes. He knew that Blackwood, for all his strength and power, was only a man, who presumably slept, but somehow seeing his bedroom felt so intimate, as if his lord was granting him a glimpse of his humanity. Nicholas did not dare enter the room and just looked up into his lord’s inscrutable eyes.
He was not sure what to make of this. It would not surprise him, as embarrassing as it would be, if his lord knew of his most secret thoughts, but surely Blackwood would never return such feelings. While Blackwood appreciated, even liked him, Nicholas knew that he could never be worthy of his lord’s desire.
As if he had read Nicholas’ mind, Blackwood touched his shoulder, much too shortly, giving him a gentle shove into the room.
“I do hope you enjoy your present.” There it was again, the unfamiliar tenseness Nicholas had already noticed earlier, but he could not pause to wonder about it.
He finally tore his eyes away from Blackwood, and the smile froze on his face when he entered the room. On the large bed, between more black silk than even in his most decadent dreams, a young woman was reclining, clad in a low-cut, rather revealing dress, red-painted lips parted, long hair untied and spread over white shoulders. She looked too sensual for even a halfway decent woman, but she was certainly no common whore, rather a high-class courtesan.
Nicholas swallowed hard - this was the last thing he would have expected. He felt Lord Blackwood shift behind him, and long fingers brushed his shoulder once again. Even through several layers of fabric the fleeting touch aroused Nicholas more than the girl’s languorously drawled, “My lords.”
“Do you like her?” Blackwood asked, his voice too close to Nicholas’ ear.
The younger man blinked - it was not a question he usually asked himself when it came to women. He glanced again at the girl - yes, she was beautiful by all standards, exceptionally so. Certainly a pleasing sight, but one that left Nicholas as cold and unaffected as every other beautiful woman he had ever met. He had never understood the appeal of their pretty faces, of their white, round breasts, not when he compared them to the raw, unyielding power of a man, and least of all when that man was Lord Blackwood. He’d be more content kissing his lord’s hands, his feet even, than spending the most passionate night with this girl. Yet he could never refuse a gift his lord had bestowed on him, and so he was quick to nod.
“Yes, she is … very beautiful. But I don’t understand, why …?”
“I told you, you have earned a reward. You’ve been working day and night lately, and I wanted to offer you some pleasure to express my gratitude for your devotion.”
Nicholas swallowed again - his lord should never utter the word ‘pleasure’ in this deep, purring voice, and definitely not when said voice sounded so unusually intimate. He took a deep breath to steady himself.
“It is my pleasure, my greatest honour to serve you. I never expected anything in return, my lord. Your pleasure is mine,” he said softly, lost in Blackwood’s eyes, the girl all but forgotten.
“And it’s my pleasure to give my most faithful servant something in return.” Blackwood smiled, and Nicholas wanted nothing more than to stand on his tiptoes and kiss those smiling lips. “Please, Nicholas, try her.”
Another barely suppressed gulp, but Nicholas nodded and went over to the bed, very well aware of his lord’s eyes following him. He sat down a bit awkwardly, trying not to frown when the girl leant in closer. It wasn’t that he found her repulsive, but he had no desire to touch her, and he feared that he might not even be able to perform the required act. Of all the things that his lord could ask of him, this one would be the most difficult.
Nicholas closed his eyes when her lips touched his, and the hopeful thought that he could just imagine her to be him vanished into thin air when the taste of her painted lips filled his mouth, the scent of her perfume invaded his nostrils, and too small hands caressed his face. Nicholas had to fight to keep tears from welling up in his eyes - what if he failed his lord, what if Blackwood would find him ungrateful for not appreciating his gift? Certainly he would never forgive him.
Nicholas forced himself to return the kiss, as awkwardly as when he had first kissed one of his roommates in boarding school, but at least it had been enjoyable back then. He had to bite back a sigh of relief when their lips parted. Looking up at his lord again, he saw Blackwood standing next to the bed, his lips a tense line, his eyes hard. Nicholas shivered, and not because of the girl’s hand on his thigh. He wondered if Blackwood had already noticed his lack of enthusiasm.
“You’re most generous, thank you,” Nicholas stammered quickly, hoping that the tremor in his voice would be attributed to lust. Nothing had ever made him feel as guilty as lying to the man he loved more than anything in the world.
“I hope you don’t mind if I stay.” There was no question in his voice; Blackwood simply sat down on the edge of the bed, hands folded in his lap.
The thought of feeling his lord’s eyes on his naked body was positively intoxicating, and before he could think, Nicholas heard himself suggest, “We could share her, if it pleases you.”
“No, she is for your pleasure alone,” Blackwood replied after a short moment of hesitation.
Nicholas felt like crying - here he was, in his lord’s bed, and he was required to waste his attention on some meaningless girl while his lord was only inches away, yet as untouchable as ever. He closed his eyes again, hoping that no tear would escape his lids, and pulled the girl to his chest, hands brushing her half-bare back while he kissed her again.
He could feel her fingers moving to his groin, but all that achieved was to make him tense up in discomfort. He tried to focus on the enjoyable things - her skin was indeed wonderfully smooth, and her hands were not exactly unpleasant when they started to unbutton his jacket and shirt, fingertips brushing his chest - but it didn’t help much: the insistent smell of her perfume and make-up was too disconcerting and only reminded him of his mother. He blushed like a little boy when she took one of his hands and put it on her breast, faintly wondering what exactly she expected him to do.
Nicholas opened his eyes to look once more at Blackwood, and his lord’s frown made him flinch. Blackwood’s eyes wandered over his bare chest, then down to his groin - in every other situation that alone would have filled Nicholas with blissful anticipation. But now Nicholas only gulped and bent forward to kiss the girl’s shoulder, staring at his lord, imagining it was his neck. He could not read the expression in Blackwood’s eyes - it was neither approval nor disapproval, but rather some sort of bewildered curiosity.
“Would you be more at ease if I left?” Blackwood asked in that voice Nicholas knew too well, the voice that implied that he already knew the answer.
“I would never want you to leave me,” Nicholas replied, breathing another kiss on the girl’s shoulder, glad that she had at least the decency to stay silent.
Blackwood shifted and moved closer to sit behind her. He raised one hand, and slender fingertips ran up the girl’s spine. Nicholas could only stare at them; these hands he had fantasised about so often, only an inch from his lips … and Blackwood was still looking at him, as if there was no scantily dressed, willing girl between them. His fingers had reached her shoulder, the dark ring almost brushed Nicholas’ chin - and instead of kissing that white shoulder again, Nicholas brought his mouth to his lord’s hand, lips closing around one knuckle.
The girl shifted uncomfortably in his arms, as if she realised that this was not really about her anymore, when Nicholas whispered, lips moving against Blackwood’s hand, “Have you changed your mind about sharing?”
Blackwood’s eyes narrowed, his fingers closed around Nicholas’ chin and lifted it from the girl’s shoulder.
“Indeed I have,” he said, his voice suddenly hard. “And I do not share what is mine.”
Nicholas furrowed his brow in confusion, then tensed up when Blackwood suddenly pulled back his hand and roughly slapped the girl on the hip.
“Leave,” he snarled, his voice so commanding that she virtually jumped up. She gave him a confused look, but his glare was so intimidating that she almost stumbled in her attempt to leave the room as quickly as possible. Nicholas followed her with his eyes until the door fell shut.
“You said you liked her,” Blackwood stated, and the hint of a reproach in his voice almost broke Nicholas‘ heart with guilt. “I never want you to lie to me, just because you think it’s what I want to hear.”
“I didn’t want to appear ungrateful,” Nicholas replied, painfully aware of how much his voice trembled. “How could I want anyone else when I compare them to you? I never meant to lie to you, but I was afraid -”
He silenced himself when Blackwood lifted a hand to Nicholas‘ lips, his index hushing him. Those long fingers caressed him for a moment, but were soon replaced by warm lips, and one blissful, relieved tear rolled over Nicholas’ cheek when Blackwood pulled him into his arms. The kiss was as strong, as secure as every other movement Blackwood ever made, and yet so deliciously tender. It was the same tenderness Nicholas had always felt when Blackwood had touched his shoulder, soft and subdued, always holding back. And even through the haze of happiness Nicholas realised that his lord had longed for this as much as he had. He brought his hands to Blackwood’s face, shy fingers touching his cheeks almost reverently when their lips parted.
“Why didn’t take what was yours? You know I would give you anything,” Nicholas said, arching into Blackwood’s welcoming embrace.
“I didn’t want this as a mere token of your devotion.”
Blackwood’s lips brushed Nicholas’ ear and kissed the sensitive skin just behind it. Long fingers ran over his naked chest and sent shivers through his entire body. Nicholas did not need to reply, his breathy moan when Blackwood’s teeth scraped over his throat was answer enough that this was so much more than just a servant’s duty to his lord.
“All mine,” Blackwood sighed against the heated skin, and Nicholas thought he heard a note of relief in his lord’s usually composed voice.
Nicholas had no idea how his sweaty fingers managed as much as to open a single button, but he was too happy to care that he was probably behaving like a clumsy boy. His lord did not seem to mind, he only smiled that rare, soft smile when their bared bodies sank into the cool sheets, clinging to each other as if they were trying to catch up on the two years they had wasted on misunderstandings.
Their touches were slow, languorous, savouring every second as if it were both the first and last at the same time. Nicholas had always imagined that Lord Blackwood would be a rough, dominant, even brutal lover, who cared merely about his own wishes - and Nicholas would have been happy to fulfil them with no regard for himself. But Blackwood turned out to be surprisingly gentle - he knew what he wanted and did not hesitate to take it, but he seemed as keen on giving pleasure as on receiving it.
Secure hands held Nicholas down, forestalling his over-enthusiastic attempts to please his lord. Nicholas felt no shame when Blackwood’s eyes roamed over his naked body; he had bared his soul to his lord so long ago that baring his body seemed only natural. Still, he could not quite believe his luck and forced himself to keep his eyes open, as if to remind himself constantly that this was real, and not another feverish dream conjured up by a lonely mind in an empty bed.
Blackwood kissed Nicholas’ collarbone, alternating gentle caresses and possessive bites as he worked his way downwards; his hands seemed intent on mapping every inch of Nicholas’ body, fingertips creating a sheer symphony of pleasure long before they even got close to his groin.
Nicholas returned the caresses as best as he could, curiously and somewhat shyly, like a man whose dreams had suddenly come true and who could only marvel at the staggering sensations that had replaced his mad hopes. He didn’t even know if it was like he had imagined it, for all his fantasies were simply blotted out by the sudden reality of Blackwood’s body against his. He knew he would never have to dream of him again, or if he did, he would wake up in the arms that held him now, the arms that made him feel so safe, so protected, even when they turned him around and when Blackwood’s weight pressed him down.
Coward’s eyes finally fluttered shut, his hands fisted the sheets helplessly when they could not reach Blackwood anymore. Teeth were nibbling at his neck, and part of Nicholas hoped that they would bite down and leave marks for the morning, so he wouldn’t have to doubt that it had really happened. His moans grew louder, he could feel the barely controlled lust of his lord’s touches, and Blackwood’s gentleness only seemed to tease them both.
Nicholas wanted to say something, not sure if he wanted to complain or to beg, but the only sound that left his mouth was another inarticulate moan when those long fingers finally entered him. It barely hurt, but his eyes were still moist, he was too far gone to keep holding back the tears that had burnt in his eyes all evening. He could taste the salt of his own tears on his lips, and yet he had never been happier in his life than when Blackwood finally claimed what had always been his.
“Henry,” Nicholas whispered, his voice choked by tears and moans. The name was still unfamiliar on his tongue, but it sounded as right as Blackwood‘s quickened breath in his ears, it felt as right as the bliss that coursed through him with every thrust.
He should never have doubted that his lord’s pleasure and his own were always one and the same.
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Date: 2010-03-24 10:57 pm (UTC)Love you, as usual. ^.^
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Date: 2010-03-25 09:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-24 11:22 pm (UTC)That was absolutely breathtaking. You just about had me crying along with poor Coward, what with busy being an idiot Blackwood giving him a girl instead of himself. And then it turned into lovely, lovely sex.
This line: He didn’t even know if it was like he had imagined it, for all his fantasies were simply blotted out by the sudden reality of Blackwood’s body against his. Sigh.
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Date: 2010-03-25 09:47 am (UTC)I was desperately trying to come up with something else than the usual "it was exactly the way he had imagined it" or "it was so much better than what he had imagined" - I'm glad you like the result. ;) Thank you again.
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Date: 2010-03-25 02:49 am (UTC)*flail*
I think that's everything
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*flail*
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Date: 2010-03-25 09:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-25 12:28 pm (UTC)"I didn't want this as a mere token of your devotion." =FLAIL FLAIL FLAIL in happy happy glee.
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Date: 2010-03-25 10:21 pm (UTC)What the hell am I suppose to do with this...thing?
Date: 2010-03-25 07:38 pm (UTC)Re: What the hell am I suppose to do with this...thing?
Date: 2010-03-25 10:19 pm (UTC)Re: What the hell am I supposed to do with this...thing?
Date: 2010-03-30 08:28 pm (UTC)Yes, that's what's odd to me about this story. I guess I just don't see Blackwood as making such a misjudgment. Once the girl's gone I love the sex, though.
You definitely succeeded in making women seem icky to the point of being repulsive. ;-) That's why, although this could technically be considered a het fic because of the kiss, it isn't. For it to be a hetfic there's normally an element of desire between two members of the opposite sex, and that's not conveyed here, not even on the woman's part. And there's no het theme in the story. It's really about the relationship between two gay men.
Now write that one where a 16-year-old Coward seduces the older Blackwood. No more women to get in the way! ;-)
Re: What the hell am I supposed to do with this...thing?
Date: 2010-03-30 08:38 pm (UTC)Bwahaha, and here I was trying to keep my disgust down, and I still made her seem repulsive? Oh my. And of course it's not really het, it's written by me. I was just fooling around. :D
No more icky women, yay! *runs off to naughty brat!Coward*
Re: What the hell am I supposed to do with this...thing?
Date: 2010-03-30 09:29 pm (UTC)Yesssssssss! Bring us naughty-brat Coward! ♥♥ :-)
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Date: 2010-03-26 03:18 am (UTC)And oh my fuck, I swear it has the best writers ever.
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Date: 2010-03-26 08:02 am (UTC)Thank you so muuuuch! :D Glad you liked it. :D
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Date: 2010-03-28 09:46 pm (UTC)I read it again and had to laugh about myself XD
Awesome fic! I love your writings :3
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Date: 2010-03-30 06:04 am (UTC)Thank you so much! :D I'm glad you enjoy my writing. :)
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Date: 2010-04-04 05:34 pm (UTC)Thank you so much! Your icon makes me almost as happy as your comment, btw. ;)
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Date: 2010-04-01 06:21 pm (UTC)The part with the woman was very funny, I can totally imagine Coward's face: "Oh goody, Blackwood's BEDroom! ... WTF? Why is there a woman in the bed???"
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Date: 2010-04-04 05:33 pm (UTC)Haha, yes. When I was given this prompt, this was the main reason I wanted to write it: I wanted to see Coward's WTF-reaction to the woman. ;)
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Date: 2010-05-19 04:01 pm (UTC)and then i was like: "mmmmm..."
beautifully written.
i'm adding this to my memories. :D
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Date: 2010-05-19 08:57 pm (UTC)Thank you so much! :D