Welcome to Tenarus: Part 5
PLEASE TAKE NOTE: EDITED ON JULY 29, 2008!!!!!
Due to feedback, I've gone back and clarified some things that were in my head but did not translate well into the written word *sighs* MC
Story: Welcome to Tenarus
Rating: NC-17
Configurations: M/F, F/f/m, M/m/m, m/m, and M/f
Warning: Beware, my first all Slave Breaker character scene. It was originally supposed to be longer but I'm at work and wanted to go ahead and post this part.
Word Count: Approx 900 +
Summary: Set in the Slave Breaker’s Universe by the quite revered
maculategiraffe . A neighboring country's monarchy is overthrown and a family is sent into to exile. How will they adjust to living in Tenarus?
Note: This fanfic was authorized by
maculategiraffe , the Slave Breakers Index page can be found here. All mistakes are sadly mine.
Feedback: Oh please, please be gentle, I'm scared enough as it is.
Previous parts: Tagged at my journal here.
A/N: This was originally shelved, but due to enormous amounts of poking, tickling, and the encouragement of
me_ya_ri , I decided to go ahead and post it. The updates will be slow going because I'm juggling a lot of ideas, so please be patient. I hope you enjoy *nervous* MC
The Party
Holden sat with Bran in his lap, enjoying peace and quiet. No trainees, no drama, just quiet with his sweet boy in his lap. Bran shifted, kissing his neck softly before nuzzling against his chest. He knew he was getting old if he was beginning to cherish these brief moments of respite.
It was hot with hardly a breeze stirring outside. It made the body feel heavy, lethargic. Having Bran to himself in the quiet did him in. He let his eyes close. The slamming of the front door was not worthy of opening his eyes. The temperature outside could have a different affect on different people. He and Bran preferred the quiet of the lazy afternoon. Heat could cause tempers to flare and generate another type of heat between the cool sheets. He kissed Bran's temple. The conversation bleeding in from the hall was another story. It sounded like he was going to be dragged into the middle of something.
"Everyone's gone. Good. You have five minutes to get naked," Jer's voice was hoarse with desire.
"We need to tell the master. He planned on staying home with Bran." Yves said equally short of breath.
Bran's warm gusted against his skin as he chuckled. Those two seemed to enjoy each other company even if they argued in such a dignified manner. Holden called it foreplay.
"Okay, ten or I'll come fuck you while you give your report to the master, you little slut." Jer replied dryly.
Holden had no doubt he would follow through on that threat. He pushed Bran to his feet. Whatever needed his attention, he might as well meet them to head off an amorous Jer fucking Yves at his feet.
"You need me, sweetheart?" Holden asked and grinned, taking in the flushed faces and heated bodies. That was his Jer. The wide palms disappeared beneath Yves tunic, causing the blonde to squirm.
"You said ten minutes," Yves hissed, glaring unsuccessfully at Jer. Jer just stared back unrepentant.
Jer said dryly, "I said ten minutes to get naked. I didn't quantify what my hands would be doing."
Holden laughed out loud. "You two have definitely been spending way too much time together."
Jer shrugged, "It's too damn hot to try to amputate Bran from your side. Besides, when this little slut hands out offers who am I to say no?"
Holden cupped Yves flushed face and kissed his lips as Bran's arms went about his waist. He gave a momentary thought to herding all of his boys to his bed but he agreed with Jer. It was just too damn hot.
"Talk to me so you can keep up your end of what ever bargain you struck with Jer."
Yves gave a decidedly put out sigh only to squeak and then moan quietly. Jer's arms were entwined about him, pulling him into his broad chest. "You remember we talked about the fall of the Romano monarchy in Avonella?" Yves shuddered and Holden's eyes dropped to his waist. Jer's hands were busy beneath the green cloth. "Part of the royal family has been exiled here."
Holden was mildly surprised. He would have thought the nobility would have been crying from the rooftops at the maltreatment of one of their own, foreigners notwithstanding. "Did you find this out through scuttlebutt at the market?"
Whatever response he may have had was cut off as Yves cried out. He turned in Jer's arms and crushed their mouths together. Jer's kiss was dominating and sensual. Holden felt his own cock twitch in response. When they broke apart, Yves curled into Jer's chest.
"Met another beautiful teenage slave," Jer responded calmly. He lifted Yves into his arms and pressed a kiss against the blonde's damp neck. Jer quickly detailed their observations of the red headed Jamie. "Didn't go so well for the kid, the new aristocracy obviously doesn’t know how life in Tenarus works. We suggested that his master contact you."
Holden took Bran's hand and pressed it to his groin. "I'll look into it. It will have to be in couple of days though." If there was ever a time he could pluck words out of the air, it would have been then. They had known about Argounov's party for weeks. Jer's moods had evened out but the mention of Nikol Argounov could have him spiralling quickly. Holden had assured him he would not be in attendance. But with the heat, tempers, and bad timing, the whole ordeal was like walking a minefield.
Jer went still and had Holden cursing mentally. The mere mention of their former owner was a ticking time bomb that he didn't want or have the energy in the current heatwave to diffuse. Even Bran's hand stopped its bewitching movement. Holden reached out and cupped Jer's neck, studying the solemn gray eyes. "I want the both of you this evening. I have a need for all of my boys."
Yves' eyes were understanding as his hands moved in soothing circles on Jer's chest. Jer did not crack. He just nodded curtly with the obligatory, "As it pleases, master," and turned to carry his burden towards the stairs. Holden watched them go. He could pursue them and try to soothe his eldest slave's rough edges, but he knew Jer wouldn't appreciate the effort. He was focused on pleasuring Yves. Tonight, between him and Yves and Bran, Jer would know just how much he was wanted.
"What do you think, kid?"
Bran was also staring after Jer and Yves. He took his time before speaking. "I think you are the perfect person to help out the new family master during their transition."
Holden quirked a grin, "Now's not the time for hero worship."
Bran smiled bashfully, "It's not, master. Too bad you have to attend the Lord and Lady Argonouv's party. The sooner you help them the better. Slaves tend to take the brunt of ignorance."
"Well said," Holden replied and kissed Bran's sweaty temple. He steered Bran up the stairs with his arm around his shoulders. He pushed away thoughts of aristocracy, slave customs, international relations, and stupid parties. In this calm before, he was going to take care of his own.
***
Okay, so I'm evil. But I wanted a chance to write a true Slave Breakers character scene before the fall out of the party. I would really like FB...do ya'll know how terrifying it is to try to even attempt to write Mac's characters? Just be gentle, because I know I didn't do them justice. Also forgive this being so short. I planned on including the next bit but changed my mind. This was a good segue for the next bit. I hope you guys are still enjoying this...MC
Due to feedback, I've gone back and clarified some things that were in my head but did not translate well into the written word *sighs* MC
Story: Welcome to Tenarus
Rating: NC-17
Configurations: M/F, F/f/m, M/m/m, m/m, and M/f
Warning: Beware, my first all Slave Breaker character scene. It was originally supposed to be longer but I'm at work and wanted to go ahead and post this part.
Word Count: Approx 900 +
Summary: Set in the Slave Breaker’s Universe by the quite revered
maculategiraffe . A neighboring country's monarchy is overthrown and a family is sent into to exile. How will they adjust to living in Tenarus?
Note: This fanfic was authorized by
maculategiraffe , the Slave Breakers Index page can be found here. All mistakes are sadly mine.
Feedback: Oh please, please be gentle, I'm scared enough as it is.
Previous parts: Tagged at my journal here.
A/N: This was originally shelved, but due to enormous amounts of poking, tickling, and the encouragement of
me_ya_ri , I decided to go ahead and post it. The updates will be slow going because I'm juggling a lot of ideas, so please be patient. I hope you enjoy *nervous* MC
The Party
Holden sat with Bran in his lap, enjoying peace and quiet. No trainees, no drama, just quiet with his sweet boy in his lap. Bran shifted, kissing his neck softly before nuzzling against his chest. He knew he was getting old if he was beginning to cherish these brief moments of respite.
It was hot with hardly a breeze stirring outside. It made the body feel heavy, lethargic. Having Bran to himself in the quiet did him in. He let his eyes close. The slamming of the front door was not worthy of opening his eyes. The temperature outside could have a different affect on different people. He and Bran preferred the quiet of the lazy afternoon. Heat could cause tempers to flare and generate another type of heat between the cool sheets. He kissed Bran's temple. The conversation bleeding in from the hall was another story. It sounded like he was going to be dragged into the middle of something.
"Everyone's gone. Good. You have five minutes to get naked," Jer's voice was hoarse with desire.
"We need to tell the master. He planned on staying home with Bran." Yves said equally short of breath.
Bran's warm gusted against his skin as he chuckled. Those two seemed to enjoy each other company even if they argued in such a dignified manner. Holden called it foreplay.
"Okay, ten or I'll come fuck you while you give your report to the master, you little slut." Jer replied dryly.
Holden had no doubt he would follow through on that threat. He pushed Bran to his feet. Whatever needed his attention, he might as well meet them to head off an amorous Jer fucking Yves at his feet.
"You need me, sweetheart?" Holden asked and grinned, taking in the flushed faces and heated bodies. That was his Jer. The wide palms disappeared beneath Yves tunic, causing the blonde to squirm.
"You said ten minutes," Yves hissed, glaring unsuccessfully at Jer. Jer just stared back unrepentant.
Jer said dryly, "I said ten minutes to get naked. I didn't quantify what my hands would be doing."
Holden laughed out loud. "You two have definitely been spending way too much time together."
Jer shrugged, "It's too damn hot to try to amputate Bran from your side. Besides, when this little slut hands out offers who am I to say no?"
Holden cupped Yves flushed face and kissed his lips as Bran's arms went about his waist. He gave a momentary thought to herding all of his boys to his bed but he agreed with Jer. It was just too damn hot.
"Talk to me so you can keep up your end of what ever bargain you struck with Jer."
Yves gave a decidedly put out sigh only to squeak and then moan quietly. Jer's arms were entwined about him, pulling him into his broad chest. "You remember we talked about the fall of the Romano monarchy in Avonella?" Yves shuddered and Holden's eyes dropped to his waist. Jer's hands were busy beneath the green cloth. "Part of the royal family has been exiled here."
Holden was mildly surprised. He would have thought the nobility would have been crying from the rooftops at the maltreatment of one of their own, foreigners notwithstanding. "Did you find this out through scuttlebutt at the market?"
Whatever response he may have had was cut off as Yves cried out. He turned in Jer's arms and crushed their mouths together. Jer's kiss was dominating and sensual. Holden felt his own cock twitch in response. When they broke apart, Yves curled into Jer's chest.
"Met another beautiful teenage slave," Jer responded calmly. He lifted Yves into his arms and pressed a kiss against the blonde's damp neck. Jer quickly detailed their observations of the red headed Jamie. "Didn't go so well for the kid, the new aristocracy obviously doesn’t know how life in Tenarus works. We suggested that his master contact you."
Holden took Bran's hand and pressed it to his groin. "I'll look into it. It will have to be in couple of days though." If there was ever a time he could pluck words out of the air, it would have been then. They had known about Argounov's party for weeks. Jer's moods had evened out but the mention of Nikol Argounov could have him spiralling quickly. Holden had assured him he would not be in attendance. But with the heat, tempers, and bad timing, the whole ordeal was like walking a minefield.
Jer went still and had Holden cursing mentally. The mere mention of their former owner was a ticking time bomb that he didn't want or have the energy in the current heatwave to diffuse. Even Bran's hand stopped its bewitching movement. Holden reached out and cupped Jer's neck, studying the solemn gray eyes. "I want the both of you this evening. I have a need for all of my boys."
Yves' eyes were understanding as his hands moved in soothing circles on Jer's chest. Jer did not crack. He just nodded curtly with the obligatory, "As it pleases, master," and turned to carry his burden towards the stairs. Holden watched them go. He could pursue them and try to soothe his eldest slave's rough edges, but he knew Jer wouldn't appreciate the effort. He was focused on pleasuring Yves. Tonight, between him and Yves and Bran, Jer would know just how much he was wanted.
"What do you think, kid?"
Bran was also staring after Jer and Yves. He took his time before speaking. "I think you are the perfect person to help out the new family master during their transition."
Holden quirked a grin, "Now's not the time for hero worship."
Bran smiled bashfully, "It's not, master. Too bad you have to attend the Lord and Lady Argonouv's party. The sooner you help them the better. Slaves tend to take the brunt of ignorance."
"Well said," Holden replied and kissed Bran's sweaty temple. He steered Bran up the stairs with his arm around his shoulders. He pushed away thoughts of aristocracy, slave customs, international relations, and stupid parties. In this calm before, he was going to take care of his own.
***
Okay, so I'm evil. But I wanted a chance to write a true Slave Breakers character scene before the fall out of the party. I would really like FB...do ya'll know how terrifying it is to try to even attempt to write Mac's characters? Just be gentle, because I know I didn't do them justice. Also forgive this being so short. I planned on including the next bit but changed my mind. This was a good segue for the next bit. I hope you guys are still enjoying this...MC