FILLED: Caught - Juan/Micheletto, Cesare
anonymous
May 15 2011, 03:18:18 UTC
How, exactly, does one tell one's older brother that one has been using his favorite assassin for sex?
Juan looks up and grins as his brother enters the room. Cesare stares blankly at them for several long seconds and then closes the door behind him.
"One moment," Juan calls out brightly. "I'm almost done here and then you can have him back!"
Micheletto makes an undecipherable noise with his face pressed against the mattress by Juan's hand on his head. His body is like a statue, completely still after Juan had whispered a command to not move, his fresh scarred back (after much prompting and coaxing and maybe a bit of threatening, Micheletto would not tell Juan who had wielded the flog) arched. He's so tight and hot inside, ass upturned and shoulders to the bed, thighs spread to bracket Juan's.
Juan is enjoying himself and even though he would rather not hurry, his brother's face has become like thunder.
Cesare draws his dagger, but doesn't move from where he's leaning against the door. "Let him go."
Juan sighs and rolls his eyes. He thrusts hard one more time, earning another muffled noise from the assassin. "Calm down, brother! He too services the sons of the Pope, does he not?"
Juan is just pulling out of Micheletto when Cesare charges towards them (thankfully his dagger is stabbed into the wood of the foot-board on the way). Cesare grabs Juan and slams him backwards into the bureau, one arm across his throat and other hand braced on a shoulder.
Cesare hisses, "He's my assassin, not your whore!"
Juan swallows hard and tries not to choke. He barks back, “The way you talked of him to Father, it sounded as if you were his pimp!”
That is probably not what he should have said, because Cesare flushes and grits his teeth. Juan brings his knee up sharply as Cesare strikes him hard and they're falling away from each other in a daze. Micheletto is mostly dressed, his shirt hanging loose but breeches done up, hovering behind Cesare like he wants to interfere.
Cesare pulls himself up with a partial wince. He turns away and yanks his dagger free, pointing it at Juan. "Touch him again and you will regret it."
Juan puts up his hands in an offer of peace. "I apologize if I was mistaken. I did not know he was only your expert, brother."
"Now you do," Cesare says. He lowers the blade and gets in Micheletto's face next, the two staring at each other silently. Juan feels quite put out.
They take their leave and Juan stands there, naked and pouting.
Juan looks up and grins as his brother enters the room. Cesare stares blankly at them for several long seconds and then closes the door behind him.
"One moment," Juan calls out brightly. "I'm almost done here and then you can have him back!"
Micheletto makes an undecipherable noise with his face pressed against the mattress by Juan's hand on his head. His body is like a statue, completely still after Juan had whispered a command to not move, his fresh scarred back (after much prompting and coaxing and maybe a bit of threatening, Micheletto would not tell Juan who had wielded the flog) arched. He's so tight and hot inside, ass upturned and shoulders to the bed, thighs spread to bracket Juan's.
Juan is enjoying himself and even though he would rather not hurry, his brother's face has become like thunder.
Cesare draws his dagger, but doesn't move from where he's leaning against the door. "Let him go."
Juan sighs and rolls his eyes. He thrusts hard one more time, earning another muffled noise from the assassin. "Calm down, brother! He too services the sons of the Pope, does he not?"
Juan is just pulling out of Micheletto when Cesare charges towards them (thankfully his dagger is stabbed into the wood of the foot-board on the way). Cesare grabs Juan and slams him backwards into the bureau, one arm across his throat and other hand braced on a shoulder.
Cesare hisses, "He's my assassin, not your whore!"
Juan swallows hard and tries not to choke. He barks back, “The way you talked of him to Father, it sounded as if you were his pimp!”
That is probably not what he should have said, because Cesare flushes and grits his teeth. Juan brings his knee up sharply as Cesare strikes him hard and they're falling away from each other in a daze. Micheletto is mostly dressed, his shirt hanging loose but breeches done up, hovering behind Cesare like he wants to interfere.
Cesare pulls himself up with a partial wince. He turns away and yanks his dagger free, pointing it at Juan. "Touch him again and you will regret it."
Juan puts up his hands in an offer of peace. "I apologize if I was mistaken. I did not know he was only your expert, brother."
"Now you do," Cesare says. He lowers the blade and gets in Micheletto's face next, the two staring at each other silently. Juan feels quite put out.
They take their leave and Juan stands there, naked and pouting.
Cesare could have at least let him finish.
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HE'S A STUPID BITCH *g*
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Juan is always put out
also, UNF. And Cesare/Micheletto telepathic!communication!ftw.
Thank you so much, anon
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