Amnesia, Daniel/Alexander, NC-17 Part One of Three

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Title: Ladder to the Stars
Pairing: Daniel/Alexander
Summary: AU: Daniel is a rentboy who is given to Alexander as collateral for a business deal.
Warnings: Dub-con, prostitution, explicit sexual content.
Author: blacktofade
Words: 9,751 / 26,418
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Alexander's house is based on THIS. Also posted at AO3. Please feel free to point out any mistakes/offer concrit.
Disclaimer: I am not associated with Amnesia or any of their affiliates. I don't mean any harm, this is all made up.



Daniel doesn’t mean to hear anything; he’s only passing by the doorway when the rumbling voice catches his attention and he halts, curious as to what kind of man has such a low tone.

“You do not want to be in my debt, Herbert. I am not a man who takes kindly to parasites of society.”

“O-of course not. I can get you your money; business just hasn’t been as good as usual. I just need another week and you’ll be paid back in full.”

“What of my time you’ve wasted?”

“I’ll give you a boy for the week - free of charge. Think of it as something to sweeten the deal.”

Daniel hears the man click his tongue disapprovingly, but there’s a hum of thought as though he could possibly be swayed to agree.

“I’ve got just the one you might like; he’s an older lad, but I’ve had many thoroughly pleased customers.”

Daniel darts away from the door as it swings open, but Herbert catches sight of him before he can slip around the corner.

“Daniel,” he hisses. “Get in here.”

At first he thinks he’s in trouble for snooping around, but Herbert takes him by the shoulders and shoves him forward, letting him stumbling into the room where the man with the deep voice remains waiting.

“Here he is; he’s one of our best,” Herbert says with a sickening grin on his face. “He likes it, y’see. Can’t go a day without having a cock inside him.”

Daniel rights himself, glancing up and finding himself standing across from an older gentleman whose long white hair and amber eyes give Daniel the distinct impression that he’s someone not to be toyed with. He quickly lowers his gaze to the floor and stands quietly, as though a lamb for the slaughter.

“And why would I like this one?” the man drawls, stepping closer as though to inspect Daniel. Daniel tangles his fingers together and tries not to move.

“There are no limits on what he’ll do for you, Alexander; he’s a jack of all trades, as it were. You can take your time breaking him in and he’ll love every second of it.”

The man - Alexander - scoffs quietly, but nudges the head of his cane under Daniel’s chin and tilts his face up into the light, eyes assessing him darkly.

“You’re sure he’s clean?”

“No one’s allowed to come inside him, but for you, we can make an exception.”

“I get him for the entire week?”

“Like I said, and he’s completely free.”

Alexander drags Daniel’s bottom lip down, exposing his teeth and gums as though half-expecting to find him disease-ridden. He turns to Herbert abruptly and jabs him in the chest with one long finger.

“I expect my money, Herbert. I’ll return in one week for it and you can have what’s left of your rentboy.”

He grabs Daniel by the upper arm and drags him out of the room as he leaves, hardly waiting for him to catch up as he quickly makes his way out of the dilapidated building and onto the rain-damp street.

“Get in,” he snaps, pushing Daniel towards the back door of a black town car, and Daniel doesn’t wait long enough to be told twice. He tugs it open and slides inside, moving across to the far seat as Alexander follows after, nudging him with his elbow. The door clicks shut with finality and Daniel swallows thickly.

“Take us home,” Alexander tells the driver, and the car revs to life, pulling smoothly away from the kerb almost immediately. Daniel fumbles for his seatbelt and Alexander turns to shoot him a look of intrigue.

“What are you doing?” he asks, looking impossibly relaxed and at home. “It’s a long drive back.”

He spreads his legs lewdly and Daniel’s eyes widen, gaining a deep laugh from Alexander.

“I didn’t take you to keep me company, boy. You need to make sure I’m kept happy for your employer. You have a job to do and I dislike repeating myself.”

Daniel spares at glance at the driver, who doesn’t seem to react to their conversation, and slides off the seat, rolling back slightly as the car stops for a red light, eventually crawling between Alexander’s legs without a word. He tries to hide the fact that his hands are shaking by slowly sliding them up Alexander’s thighs, squeezing gently. He’s given plenty of blowjobs, but never in the back of a car, and never for free. Alexander grunts when Daniel rubs him through his slacks, but he takes it as a good sign when he feels Alexander twitch beneath his palm.

Carefully, Daniel unfastens the man’s trousers, and pushes his hand inside, past silken boxers, to grip Alexander’s cock firmly and tug it free. It’s large, especially for being soft, but he doesn’t let it deter him, knowing it’s expected of him to give Alexander what he wants. He slowly strokes him, teasing the underside with his thumb, and Alexander begins to respond, hardening and revealing his true size. Daniel can’t help but gape at the thick cock in his fist, the circle of his fingers unable to reach around the entire width, but before Alexander can think of complaining, he dips his head and licks around the reddened tip.

Alexander exhales calmly, one of his hands coming up to slide into Daniel’s hair, pinning it away from his face as though he doesn’t wish to spoil the view of his cock disappearing into Daniel’s mouth as he stretches his lips around it. He tucks his teeth out of the way and slides down further until it nudges at the back of his throat, dribbling precome straight into him without Daniel having to swallow. There’s a faint hiss of air escaping through Alexander’s teeth and Daniel works him quickly, giving him the best he knows how to give.

The fingers in his hair tangle tighter, making his scalp itch uncomfortably, but he’s had much, much worse before. Compared to some of the men he’s pleasured, Alexander is kind and gentle. He pushes the past from his mind and concentrates on keeping just the right amount of suction around Alexander’s cock, making sure he doesn’t make too much noise. Alexander lets out a quiet groan of what sounds like satisfaction, shifting minutely in his seat as though he wants nothing more than to thrust upwards into Daniel’s mouth. Daniel doesn’t have to be told twice; he slides his mouth down onto him further, letting him sink fully into the depth of his throat until tears spring to the corners of his eyes involuntarily.

His nose brushes the neatly trimmed wiry hairs on Alexander’s crotch and when Daniel glances up, Alexander seems anything but unhappy. He slowly draws back, breathing in through his nose, calming the ache in his lungs, and it’s when he pulls off and flicks his tongue against the underside of Alexander’s cock that a buzzing begins near Daniel’s jaw.

Alexander grunts discontentedly and slides his hand into his trouser pocket, pulling out his vibrating phone. Without glancing at Daniel, he touches the screen and puts it to his ear.

“This is Alexander,” he says, sounding so collected, Daniel wonders if he’s not as good as he had once thought.

Daniel sits back on his heels, eyes on the floor to keep from appearing nosey, though Alexander doesn’t even try to lower his voice.

“I’ve given him another week, but I have collateral just to make sure.”

Alexander slides a hand behind Daniel’s head and pulls him forward, back to his wet cock and Daniel struggles for just a moment, wanting to point out that he’s still on the phone.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” he says, eyes staring darkly at him and Daniel gives in, slipping Alexander’s cock back into his mouth and working him quickly. Alexander sighs quietly and seems to relax into the seat once more.

“No, not you,” he snaps into the phone and Daniel doesn’t try to listen any further, just focuses on pleasing Alexander, one hand resting on Alexander’s knee, the other wrapped around where his mouth doesn’t reach.

Daniel sucks and licks and tightens his lips around Alexander’s cock, trying his best to give everything he’s got, hoping that maybe Alexander will see that he can have what he wants without having to punish Daniel. He pushes all the way down once more, filling his throat with Alexander’s taste and warmth, bobbing for just a few moments before drawing off to breathe. He sucks on the tip, swallowing precome without thought, and feels Alexander’s thighs tense around him. Daniel shuts his eyes, expecting Alexander to come, however, it seems his phone call has ended and he slips his mobile back into his pocket.

Alexander’s fingers gently rub at the back of Daniel’s head as he fills his mouth time and time again, using every trick in his book to try and get Alexander to spend himself already. Daniel slurps at his cock as he draws off before lowering his face back into Alexander’s lap, rubbing the tip of Alexander’s cock against the back of his throat. He’s about to slide his mouth off again when the car suddenly jars, forcing Daniel back and then forward, Alexander sliding all the way into his mouth, finally gagging him. He chokes and draws back, but only gets so far before Alexander’s fingers tighten in his hair and hold him in place. He struggles just once before Alexander comes, the strong, heady taste filling his mouth.

He tries to swallow but ends up coughing, drawing back as come drips down his chin and onto Alexander’s neatly pressed trousers. He looks up in horror his eyes and mouth wide with shock.

“I’m s-sorry,” he stammers out, shrinking back to try and avoid being hit should Alexander decide to teach him a lesson. He flinches when Alexander lifts his hand, however, he doesn’t strike him, but instead reaches into his inner coat pocket, drawing out a crisp, white handkerchief. He dabs at his trousers, making a noise of clear disapproval, before he holds it out for Daniel and Daniel can’t do anything but stare, the shock of everything freezing his muscles.

When Daniel continues to remain still, Alexander leans forward and takes a hold of Daniel’s face in a tight grip, cleaning the mess off his face with quick and efficient wipes.

“Since this is your first time, I shall let it be,” Alexander begins quietly as he continues rubbing at Daniel’s chin, “but know that I will not tolerate this again. You will take what I give you and you will be grateful for it.”

Daniel lowers his gaze and clears his throat gently.

“Yes, of course. Forgive me.”

“That is all we will say on the matter. Now, we’re almost back, so do try to do something about your appearance.”

Daniel moves from between Alexander’s legs, sliding back into the seat beside him, and begins carding his fingers through his hair to try and flatten it back down. Alexander makes a faint noise of contentment, but Daniel can tell from the look on his face that he isn’t entirely pleased. His clothes are nothing compared to Alexander’s, his jeans ripped at one knee from a previous client and his t-shirt threadbare from being worn so much. When Alexander tugs his trousers back into place and buttons them, it erases all evidence of what’s been done and Daniel wishes he were as clean-cut and well put-together.

He pulls at the hem of his shirt, attempting - and failing - to get rid of the creases, but before he can do anything more, the car rolls to a gentle stop and the engine cuts out. Alexander’s door clicks opens and at first Daniel thinks it’s the driver holding it until he realises the man is still sitting behind the wheel, ignoring them quietly. Daniel knows Alexander must be wealthy for him to have a driver and a footman. Alexander steps from the car without looking back to see if Daniel’s following, but Daniel scrambles after him, remaining two paces behind, making sure to not get in his way. He almost trips over his own feet when he glances around at their surroundings, however.

Instead of the scum-filled streets of London Daniel is used to, they’re somewhere in the countryside, fields of green stretching beyond the horizon on either side of a house that looks fit for a king. He stumbles in the gravel below, righting himself before Alexander can comment on it and continues following, his mouth open in awe.

“This is where you live?” he asks, unable to stop himself, and Alexander shoots a look over his shoulder that keeps Daniel from saying anything more. He follows silently climbing the small row of stairs leading up to large wooden door which swings open when they draw near as though able to sense their presence. Daniel turns back once they step through to find another man waiting on Alexander, there apparently to open and close his doors.

The inside of the house is tasteful, not that Daniel pretends to know much about that, but it is finely decorated with ornate vases and rich tapestries on the walls. He doesn’t try to hide the fact that he’s taking in every detail he can as they pass by a winding staircase with its own iron banister. Alexander leads them into a study where a butler stands at attention by the stone fireplace.

“Everything is as you ordered, sir,” he says, accent crisp and clear, and Alexander tips his head as he steps to one side, allowing the butler to see Daniel for the first time.

“As you can see, we have an unexpected guest. Please make up the guestroom for him and provide the essentials; he has no belongings as this was not entirely planned.”

“Of course, sir. How long will the gentleman be staying at the estate?”

“Just the week, Philip. Please make sure the cook knows.”

“Right away, sir. Is there anything else?”

“No, that will be all.”

Philip leaves them, Daniel unable to stop fidgeting, having never seen anything quite so extravagant and feeling entirely out of his depths. He watches Alexander, hoping to get some idea of what he should be doing, but Alexander just seats himself in one of the armchairs and draws a small stack of paperwork into his lap. Daniel stands there awkwardly as Alexander flips through, stopping to read a page every now and then, until he finally glances up as if not realising Daniel is still there.

“What are you doing?” he says, eyes barely lifted from the sheet of paper in his hand. Daniel wrings his hands and shuffles from one foot to the other.

“I-I don’t know, sir.”

“Sit down, then,” he snaps before returning to his work, leaving Daniel to stumble gracelessly into the chair next to him, tucking his hands between his knees to hide the way they tremble. He’s never been to anyone’s home before, he’s only worked the streets, and he’s certainly never spent an entire week with just one client. He keeps his face turned down, but can’t help shooting sideways glances at Alexander, noticing the frown lines that mar his forehead as he reads. He’s definitely much older than Daniel, but he seems well-kept and a true businessman. Daniel honestly can’t imagine what the week with him will be like.

He thinks about what might turn a man like Alexander on, what secret kinks he might have. He once had a client who took him to a seedy flat and fucked him in front of his wife; he had another who got off on choking Daniel. He hadn’t enjoyed that one and it had taken two weeks for the bruises to fade. He thinks Alexander will have refined taste, but will know what he wants and exactly how he wants it done, which shakes up Daniel’s nerves. He wants to please this client as much as he doesn’t want to end up in pieces, buried somewhere in the back garden.

He’s already seen one side of Alexander in the back of the car, pressing into his mouth; he still has the taste of him on his tongue, but there’s more to sexuality than a messy fumble in the backseat. He wants to know what a man like Alexander wants from a place like where Daniel works. Why would a man like Alexander have to buy himself company?

He sits there for what feels like an eternity, noticing the way the light outside begins to dim, until it seems even Alexander cannot continue reading in the dark. He huffs quietly and stacks the papers on the table between their chairs, glancing up and blinking slowly as though only just noticing Daniel is still there.

“Have you been there the entire time?”

“Y-yes, sir, I didn’t know where else to go.”

“Hmm,” Alexander murmurs, before breaking Daniel’s gaze and beginning to walk from the room; Daniel follows with uncertainty. “I’ll have Philip show you to your room after dinner. You can use it as your haven if you dislike being here so much.”

“No, sir, it’s not that!” Daniel argues, clutching a hold of the sleeve of Alexander’s suit. Alexander stops and turns towards him and for a minute Daniel thinks he’s about to he hit and flinches prematurely, but Alexander just stands there looking intrigued. Silence stretches between them and Daniel swallows and looks at the floor uncomfortably.

“You thought I would strike you?” Alexander asks, lifting Daniel’s chin with one long finger.

“Yes, sir,” Daniel replies after a long pause, arguing with himself over whether or not he should tell the truth.

Alexander strokes his palm down Daniel’s face and Daniel looks up in shock at the gentle touch.

“How many times have you been beaten?”

Daniel shrugs lopsidedly.

“Enough to know when to stay silent.”

“Unless you explicitly ask me to, there will be no physical punishment of any sort in his house. I will admit that I have a reputation to maintain when I am in town, but here, while you must live by my rules, I will not cause unnecessary harm. I have to return you to your owner, at any rate.”

“Herbert is not my owner!”

Alexander raises and eyebrow and smirks.

“Kitty has claws. No, I suppose he isn’t. You’re mine now, right?”

The anger drains straight out of Daniel, as though a balloon that’s been popped, and he struggles for words for a moment. Whatever he says will be a wrong answer, but for some reason, the thought of Alexander owning him sends a shiver through his body. He pictures himself fucked out on expensive silk sheets with Alexander biting marks of ownership across his collarbone and he stares at the floor once more, unable to keep the blush from his cheeks.

“I think that’s a yes, am I correct?” Alexander purrs, stroking two fingers across Daniel’s burning skin. Daniel turns his face away and keeps his lips tightly together. “I’ll make sure you know you’re mine tonight, but for now, Philip will have already laid out supper for us. Come, you must be hungry. You’ve had hardly anything to eat.”

There’s a teasing to his tone and Daniel blushes harder when he realises what Alexander means. No, he supposes come is not an alternative for lunch, as his stomach growls loudly as though cheered by the promise of food. In an instant, Alexander returns to his quiet, brooding self and Daniel has no choice but to follow, slowing walking through rooms larger than his whole flat, until they reach the dining room where two plates have already been set, ladened with food.

Alexander waves him into one of the chairs nonchalantly and Daniel’s eyes widen at the sight of so much food before him. His job doesn’t exactly pay well and most of what he earns, Herbert takes anyway, but excess food is the one thing he wishes he could treat himself to. On his plate is cold meat, potatoes, salad, beetroot, and a thick slice of buttered bread. He looks up at Alexander, as though expecting him to laugh and replace it with a meagre helping of gruel instead, but Alexander just begins tucking in to his own food, without even noticing Daniel’s amazement. Daniel doesn’t even know where to start, so he picks up the bread and takes a bite, savouring the rich, creamy butter and the freshly baked crust. It’s enough to kick start his senses and he begins eating with fervour.

“You enjoyed that?” Alexander asks when they’re both done, plates entirely empty and Daniel nods as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Alexander pulls a slight face and gestures to a serviette Daniel didn’t even realise was there, and he flushes and uses it quickly.

Alexander takes a sip of water and stares at him while Philip takes away their plates, and Daniel remains still, his eyes fixed on the tabletop. When Philip finally leaves, Alexander speaks again.

“What is your name? Your real one, not the one you give to your other clients.”

Daniel keeps his gaze lowered.

“Daniel, sir.”

“And what got you into this business?”

The question takes Daniel by surprise; no one has ever asked him that and he doesn’t quite know how to answer. How much of himself should he truly reveal? However, he realises Alexander can’t possibly do any more damage than what he has planned for the week for them. What will a man like Alexander do with information on a poor boy like Daniel? He shrugs lopsidedly and takes a quick mouthful of his drink before beginning.

“It was my sister. Not that she got me into it or even suggested that I should become a whore for money, she just - ” He realises he’s letting his tongue get the better of him and takes a steadying breath before starting again. “My sister fell ill when I was in my late teens and my parents could barely afford to keep a roof over our heads let alone pay for specialised treatment. Both of them had two jobs; we hardly ever saw them. I found a few places to make a little cash, but no one wants an uneducated boy working for them. It was mostly hard labour until I met a guy who said he could help. His name was Herbert and I thought he was my friend for a while, but as you can see, our relationship has changed since then.

“He told me he knew someone who wanted to meet me, but it turned out that the man was my first client. I wouldn’t have continued if Hazel had been well, but the money was needed, so I let Herbert find more customers and after a while I lost count. Hazel died two years ago, but I’ve never quite found a way to leave this life behind. It pays my rent; what more do I need?”

Alexander clears his throat softly.

“Have you tried leaving?”

Daniel nods and smiles bitterly.

“Unfortunately, I was young and cocky and thought I didn’t need Herbert, but he taught me the truth. He put me in hospital with a punctured lung, a fractured wrist, and three broken fingers. I haven’t tried again since then.”

Alexander stares at him, but his face remains expressionless and Daniel isn’t savvy enough to figure out what it means. So instead, he drinks the rest of his water and casually glances out of the window into the pitch black of night.

“How did you want me tonight, sir?” Daniel says, snapping back to his professional façade and Alexander blinks and leans back in his chair, as though shocked by Daniel’s swift change.

“Bathe,” he drawls after a long moment, shifting back away from the table to stand; Daniel mirrors him. “When you are clean, make your way to my suite.”

Philip re-enters the room as though knowing Alexander needs his services and stands quietly with his hands behind his back.

“Philip, please escort Daniel here to his rooms and make sure he knows how to find me.”

“Certainly, sir,” Philip replies and before Daniel has a chance to say anything, he walks off, leaving Daniel to hurry after him.

*

The room Philip leads him to upstairs is beyond his imagination; it has everything anyone could possibly need inside. Daniel doesn’t quite know how to react and just stares at Philip in disbelief.

“T-this is where I’ll be staying?”

“Is it not to your liking, sir?”

Daniel can’t help but laugh at the question and at being called ‘sir’.

“This is - this is overwhelming. Thank you.”

“You may call me Philip, sir. Please ring for me if you need anything else. Alexander’s suite is down the hall; last door on the right.”

He pulls the door to behind him, leaving Daniel alone to explore, but he truly doesn’t know where to start. He opts for sitting tentatively on the edge of the mattress, feeling the softness of the duvet beneath him. He flops backwards without a thought, the thick bedcovers curling around him as he stares at the ceiling and wonders how he managed to mess up his life so monumentally. He rubs his eyes, willing away the headache that threatens to form, before sitting back up and sighing. There’s no use delaying the inevitable.

The ensuite bathroom is almost as big as the bedroom with a shower and a bath. He doesn’t know how it’s possible but the bathtub is already full, the water steaming faintly. He shuts the door out of habit and steps closer, dragging his fingers through the bubbles on top, smelling the faint aroma of sandalwood. It’s too tempting to resist and he finds himself quickly shedding his clothes and dipping one foot into the water. The heat stings at first, but when he finally submerges his whole body, it’s the most relaxed he’s felt in longer than he can remember.

With his eyes shut and his head tipped back against the lip of the tub, he can almost imagine that it’s his normal life and that he isn’t selling his body for money. He wouldn’t need to be wealthy to be happy, but it would be nice to be comfortable with a steady job and a home actually fit for human residents. With a long exhale, he slides down, dipping his head underwater and letting the muffled silence wash over him.

*

When he finally drags himself out of the cooling water after scrubbing himself thoroughly, the thought of slipping back into his dirty clothes isn’t exactly something he wants. However, he remembers Alexander mentioning to Philip to provide essentials, so with a fluffy white towel wrapped around him, he pads back into the bedroom to rummage through the wardrobe. When he pulls it open, he finds a collection of new toiletries and he wastes no time before opening the toothbrush and toothpaste to continue his search while absentmindedly brushing his teeth. Yet, drawer after drawer that he opens, he only finds large, oversized shirts, as though they’re the ones Alexander no longer cares for.

He pulls one out, unfolding it to see it closer and it’s then that he realises it’s an old fashioned nightshirt; he almost swallows his mouthful of toothpaste. After returning to the bathroom to rinse his mouth and brush, he returns for a closer inspection, noticing the line of buttons down the front and the soft collar. Knowing it’s probably what Alexander wants of him, he tugs it on, buttoning it quickly before rolling up the sleeves, which are far too big for him. The hem falls just below mid-thigh and it’s actually surprisingly comfortable. He thinks seriously about putting his old underwear on underneath since there doesn’t seem to be any in the room, but after another glance at the state of them and a brief thought about how long he’ll actually be wearing them tonight, he decides to forgo them.

After quickly brushing his damp hair, he leaves the room, not wanting to make Alexander wait; he is a client, after all. He’s thankful for the plush carpet as he walks down the hallway barefoot, his toes sinking pleasantly in to its softness, and he wriggles his feet as he knocks on Alexander’s door and waits for a reply from within.

A few minutes pass before it swings open, but Alexander stands, dressed in the same clothes as earlier, but looking slightly more casual with his tie missing and the first few buttons of his shirt undone.

“You look,” Alexander begins, running his gaze down Daniel’s body, “delightful. Please, come in.”

He says it as though Daniel has a choice, but Daniel doesn’t argue as he steps into the room, allowing Alexander to shut the door behind them.

“Where would you like me?”

Alexander makes a noise that’s almost like a laugh and Daniel turns to look at him.

“I thought they would teach you to have more tact, Daniel.”

“I must have missed the Intro to Prostitution course. Forgive me.”

“You still have fight; I like that. You are stronger than you might believe.”

“I suppose it’ll be more satisfying for you when you finally break me, right?”

Alexander steps closer, ghosting a hand down Daniel’s side.

“I don’t intend to break you, Daniel. I intend to make you come.”

Daniel’s mouth goes entirely dry and he blinks up at Alexander as though trying to make sense of the words. No one has ever wanted to make him come before; they usually take what they want and leave.

Alexander scoffs quietly.

“Surely, I’m not the first. Someone like you with such promise?” He hums quietly in thought and brings a hand up to Daniel’s face. “Well, there’s always a first for everything, and I think you’ll look magnificent in the throes of passion, so let’s put it to the test.”

He crowds Daniel until he has to step backwards, continuing to do it until the backs of Daniel’s knees hit the edge of the bed and he sits heavily on the mattress, surprise jolting through his body.

“Sit, stay, good dog,” Alexander teases as he moves away, lowering himself into an armchair a few feet from the bed. He crosses one leg over the other and steeples his fingers under his chin. “There’s slick in the top drawer. Touch yourself for me.”

This definitely isn’t what Daniel had expected, but he ignores the shock and reaches over to find the lube, pouring some into his palm before setting the bottle back down within reaching distance. He meets Alexander’s gaze as he tugs the hem of the nightshirt up, folding it over his hips to keep it from blocking the view, and he doesn’t blink as he slowly smoothes the oily substance over his soft cock. Alexander seems pleased, his eyes shining brightly with interest, though his mouth never changes from the thin, straight line of seriousness.

He strokes his entire length, fingers tightening slightly around the tip before sliding back down. He twists his wrist, rubs over his balls, flicks his thumb over the slit of his cock; does everything he can think of to turn himself on. He lets his head tip back, though still never breaks their stare and he moans exaggeratedly. It’s typically what his clients want, but Alexander shakes his head and frowns.

“Don’t lie to me, Daniel. Let me only hear your true pleasure.”

Daniel doesn’t miss a beat as he continues, willing himself to harden. It’s not as easy as he thinks with someone watching, waiting, and expecting him to go from uninterested to aroused in zero seconds flat. He tries picturing men in his mind, the thick muscles and sharp edges they have; the way they look when they fuck, when they finally come undone, but it only helps to a degree. His cock twitches with interest and slowly begins to harden, but it soon flags and he’s left grasping at straws. Apparently, Alexander seems to notice, but if he’s annoyed, it doesn’t show.

“What makes you come, Daniel?” Alexander asks, but it seems his deep voice alone is enough to keep Daniel hard. “When you’re alone and aching for release, what gets you there?”

Daniel normally imagines someone sucking him off, or at least offering to give him a hand, but for some reason, now he pictures Alexander leaning over him, whispering rumbling words of encouragement in his ear as he fucks into him slowly, drawing out the pleasure.

This time when Daniel moans, it’s entirely real and he feels his face heating up in shame, but Alexander’s eyes darken and he nods as though it pleases him.

“That’s it, Daniel; keep going. Show me how good you are at following my orders.”

Daniel gasps and continues, bucking up slightly into his own tight grip as he tries to get himself off. Alexander watches silently for a few moments, clearly knowing how turned on Daniel is, because when Daniel bites his lip and speeds up his hand, he speaks once more.

“Finger yourself, Daniel.”

Daniel squeezes the base of his cock, keeping himself from coming at the words, and when he’s finally in the clear, he reaches over for the lube once more and slicks both of his hands.

He lifts one leg, setting his heel on the edge of the mattress before tracing a fingertip around his entrance. He shivers at the feeling and imagines it’s one of Alexander’s long fingers as he finally slides it inside him. He pants and pushes down, needing more as he fucks himself with it, loosening up his tense muscles. He’s hardly adjusted to the first finger before he slips another in beside it, thrusting them quickly and crooking his knuckles to slide his fingertips against his prostate. He doesn’t dare touch his cock just yet for fear of coming too soon. He’s sure Alexander will tell him when he can finally find release, but it doesn’t appear as though it’ll be any time soon. He’s never come just from rubbing his prostate before, but it seems as though it could actually happen when he arches into his own touch and his balls draw up closer to his body.

“Please,” he begs, meeting Alexander’s gaze and wetting his lips, and for what seems like the first time ever, Alexander smiles.

“Please, what?”

Daniel cries out, frustration getting the better of him as he finally grips his cock and strokes firmly.

“Let me come!”

Alexander leans back in his chair and uncrosses his legs, revealing the large bulge in his neatly pressed trousers.

“Show me what you look like when you come, Daniel.”

He tries to keep his eyes open, but they slam shut as he shoves his fingers into his own body as far as they will go and strokes himself faster. It’s like he’s been struck by lightning when he finally comes, spurting warmly over his knuckles and the bottom of the nightshirt. He encourages himself through it until he feels raw and entirely spent and eventually tugs his fingers free, meeting Alexander’s stare once more, even as he gasps, trying to catch his breath.

Alexander nods slightly as though praising him and Daniel feels the relief flowing through him. Without asking, he takes a tissue from a box on the nightstand and carefully cleans himself up, tossing it into the bin when he’s done. His hands shake as he tugs the shirt back down to cover himself, but his knees hold his weight as he stands and moves closer to Alexander.

“Would you like to fuck my mouth?” he asks, crouching between Alexander’s open legs and sliding his hands up his thighs slowly. He rubs gently at Alexander’s cock through his trousers, but Alexander catches his wrist and pulls him away.

“Go back to your room and get some rest,” he says and Daniel doesn’t quite know how to respond. He’s never once had a client that refused to let him get them off before.

“What about in the car earlier? You didn’t stop then.”

Alexander tucks a loose strand of hair behind Daniel’s ear and straightens his collar.

“That wasn’t my usual driver; it was someone else who works for Herbert. There are certain expectations for a man like myself. I needed him to report back to Herbert and let him know I’m the sort of man he thinks I am.”

“And what sort of man are you really, if you’re not the man he thinks you are?” Daniel says, eyes narrowing in distrust and he has the sudden fleeting thought that perhaps Alexander won’t even fuck him this week and for the strangest reason, the feeling inside him is closer to disappointment then relief.

“I’m the sort of man that wants you to go back to your room and rest.”

“That’s not an answer!” Daniel snaps, voice bordering on yelling.

“It’s the only answer you’re going to get. Goodnight, Daniel.”

Daniel huffs angrily and gets back to his feet, walking away from him before he can think to do otherwise. Alexander doesn’t try to call him back and he slams the door behind him as he leaves, almost making it the entire way back to his own room before he realises that he’s angry because Alexander wouldn’t let him suck him off.

His bedroom is blissfully quiet when he walks in and he flops face-first into the covers of his bed, sighing in confusion. He wants to know what sort of man Alexander is, but before he can even begin to think further on the matter, he shuts his eyes and falls into a deep sleep of the truly exhausted.

*

Daniel jars awake the next morning at the sound of knocking on his door.

“Wha - ?” he mumbles sleepily, dragging his head from beneath the covers. The knocking comes again and he rubs at his eyes and rolls over, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. When he finally opens the door after a third round of knocking begins, he finds Philip standing there looking faintly amused.

“Sleep well, sir?” he asks and Daniel self-consciously flattens his hair as best he can. “Mr Brennenburg requests your company at breakfast.”

It takes Daniel a moment to realise he’s talking about Alexander, but then his eyes widen in surprise.

“Oh! What time is it? What should I wear? How long has he been waiting for me?”

He moves back into the room, digging around in the dresser for something other than a nightshirt to wear, but Philip just calmly lets himself in and places a neatly folded pile of clothes on the end of Daniel’s bed.

“I took the liberty of washing your belongings, it is almost ten o’clock, and Alexander hasn’t been waiting long; there’s no need to hurry.”

Daniel shuts the dresser with a sigh of relief.

“Thank you, Philip. Is there anything else I should know?”

“Mr Brennenburg plans to take you clothes shopping today. He has a function to attend this evening and he intends to let you join him.”

“What? Why? Why not just let me stay here out of the way? I’ll only hold him back if he’s trying to make a good impression on clients.”

Philip gives him a wry smile and turns back towards the door.

“You belong to Mr Brennenburg now, sir. I thought you knew that.”

Philip leaves without another word and Daniel watches him go, mouth slightly open. Of course he knew it was true, but to hear it from another is entirely different. He can’t stop thinking about it as he dresses and makes his way downstairs, wandering from room to room to find where Alexander is. The dining room - which he checks first - is empty, but he hears the faint hum of voices coming from the kitchen. When he pushes open the door, he expects to find Alexander conversing with others, however, Alexander sits at the breakfast bar completely alone and he realises belatedly that the noise comes from the radio.

“Ah, Daniel,” Alexander begins, pausing to drink from his teacup. “I take it you slept well.” Daniel can’t help the blush that slowly crawls across his face. “There’s a plate of eggs on the side for you. I trust that Philip has informed you of today’s agenda.”

Daniel slowly makes his way over to the stove where a warm dish of scrambled eggs and toast sits and helps himself.

“He did. You really don’t have to do this, you know. I can just stay here; I promise I won’t try and leave or anything.”

Alexander sets his cup down and thins his lips into a strained smile.

“This is something I want to do,” he says and Daniel almost spills his forkful of eggs everywhere.

“Oh! Forgive me; I didn’t mean to assume, I just - I don’t want to be a nuisance.”

“Daniel, trust me; if you were a nuisance, I would let you know.”

Daniel nudges bits of bread around his plate and jumps in surprise when a hand lands on his shoulder.

“Eat the rest of your breakfast, Daniel, and I’ll get Heinrich to bring the car around.”

Not wanting to test Alexander’s patience any more than he already has, he quickly finishes his food, but can’t help but look around for a drink when he’s done. Seemingly without thought, Alexander slides across his unfinished tea which, after little thought, Daniel finds is sweetened and still warm. He gathers the dirty dishes and sets them in the sink, knowing Alexander must have someone to wash up, while Alexander watches with a faintly amused expression on his face.

“Ready?” he says and Daniel nods, following him to the front door. Alexander grabs a long pea coat from a rack in the hallway and slides into it as he opens the door for them, and Daniel’s eyes immediately begin to water from the cold morning air still hanging around. He only has a thin sweater on and it seems useless to fend off the chill as they stand and wait for Alexander’s driver. Daniel folds his arms, curling his fingers into his armpits to keep them warm, and Alexander briefly glances at him.

“Don’t you have a coat, Daniel?”

Daniel sniffles as his nose runs and shakes his head.

“Didn’t exactly have time to pack.”

Alexander makes a noise of exasperation and steps back into the house, returning after a moment with another jacket, which he holds out for Daniel to take. He eyes it warily, noticing that it’s clearly not one of Alexander’s - the shoulders not broad enough - and Alexander seems able to read his mind.

“It’s one of Philip’s. He won’t mind if you borrow it.”

Daniel takes it carefully and slowly pulls it on, appreciating the warmth that it brings.

“Thank you,” he murmurs as he buttons it up and Alexander tuts quietly, the noise almost drowned out by the sound of the car’s tyres crunching through the gravel. With a hand on Daniel’s shoulder, Alexander opens the door and guides Daniel into the warm interior, following behind without a word and before he knows it, the car begins rolling away from Alexander’s mansion.

*

Embarrassingly, he falls asleep, but doesn’t realise it until Alexander nudges him awake and he blinks blearily around to find him looking rather amused.

“I thought briefly about dragging your unconscious body down the street, but I suppose it won’t earn me any favours.”

It takes Daniel’s brain a moment to catch up and realise that Alexander is joking, but he’s still far too sleepy to do anything more than rub at his eyes and yawn.

“You’re a tough audience, Daniel. Don’t worry; I won’t quit my day job.”

“What is your day job?” he asks around another wide yawn and Alexander suddenly sobers up.

Without another word, he opens the car door and waits for Daniel to crawl out behind him, turning his collar up and sliding his hands into his pockets. Daniel trails after him, shutting the door with a soft click and watching the car pull away, leaving them behind in the cold. He shivers and quickly follows Alexander as he begins walking towards the nearest store; it looks like a far nicer establishment than Daniel has ever set foot in and definitely something that he cannot afford. He clears his throat quietly when Alexander reaches for the handle and he pauses, looking back at him.

“I’m sorry, Mr Brennenburg,” he says, unable to meet Alexander’s eyes. “You do realise that I don’t have the money for clothes like this, don’t you? There’s a nice place near where I live where I could probably find something suitable. I don’t want to embarrass you in front of the employees when they ask for payment.”

The silence stretches out between them and when Daniel finally looks up, there’s a curious expression on Alexander’s face, as though it can’t settle on just one emotion and the outcome is rather bizarre.

“Daniel, I didn’t bring you here to judge your financial situation. You are mine for the week, are you not?”

Slightly embarrassed, Daniel nods.

“And since you’re mine, you are also my responsibility, financially or otherwise. I brought you here to give you something of your own, Daniel. I expect to hear nothing more about it.”

Daniel swallows thickly and nods again.

“Good, now, after you.”

He holds the door open and Daniel walks inside without another word. The store itself is surprisingly small with only a few racks of clothes scattered about and Daniel glances at Alexander in confusion.

“Don’t they have a bigger selection?” Daniel whispers and Alexander smiles in amusement.

“This is for tailoring, Daniel. I already had the suit picked up for you.”

“How did you know my size?”

“Philip washed your clothes, did he not?”

Daniel just stares for a moment before an employee walks towards them, smiling brightly.

“Mr Brennenburg, it’s a pleasure to have you back again so soon. We have the suit you had delivered this morning. Is this the young gentleman who needs to try it on?”

“It is indeed. Daniel, go with Mr Jones and he’ll make sure everything is correct.”

After a gentle push on the shoulder from Alexander, Daniel follows the young salesman into a backroom, where more suits are hanging up, but each has an order form pinned to it with a surname at the top. He spots the one Alexander has picked out before Mr Jones even reaches for it and his mouth falls open in surprise.

“Oh my god,” he can’t help but blurt out and the employee turns towards him with a smile.

“It’s one of the finest suits we’ve had the pleasure of tailoring. It must have cost your father a fortune.”

Daniel blushes deeply and looks away.

“He’s not my dad,” he mumbles and Mr Jones stiffens.

“Forgive me, sir; I didn’t know. I only assumed that was your relationship. I hope it will not discourage you from continuing your patronage with us.”

Daniel shakes his head quickly.

“No, it was an honest mistake,” he says, grasping for a better response, but finding nothing forthcoming. “H-he’s my uncle, you see. This is a birthday present for me.”

Believing the lie, Mr Jones resumes his work in an instant, a genuine smile on his face, as though relieved. Daniel grins awkwardly in return and allows the salesman to lead him into a changing room.

“If you could put the garments on, we’ll have you ready in just a moment.”

He hands Daniel the suit and pulls the curtain across to give some privacy, leaving Daniel to stand awkwardly for a long moment. He doesn’t know what Alexander expects of him when it comes to people discussing his work. Surely he wouldn’t want people to know what Daniel does for a living.

He sighs heavily and begins shedding his clothes, quickly slipping into the cool, soft material of the suit. When he steps out of the cubicle, Jones gives him a large smile.

“It’s almost perfect, sir. Let me just quickly hem the trousers and you’ll be set.”

He drops to his knees, pulling out a needle and thread from god knows where, before silently getting to work. Daniel remains still, tracking the movement of Jones’s hands as he sews a neat row of stitches across each ankle, allowing the material to hang perfect, accentuating Daniel’s slender legs. When he eventually finishes, he stands once more and motions for Daniel to turn in a circle.

“Your uncle couldn’t have picked a better suit for you. Would you like him to see it?”

Daniel nods and Jones disappears, obviously to go and catch Alexander’s attention because before he knows it, Alexander steps through into the room, face carefully schooled.

“What do you think, Mr Brennenburg?”

Daniel can’t read Alexander’s expression and only thinks the worse when Alexander says, “Can you leave us for a moment?”

“Certainly, sir,” Jones replies, before quickly making himself scarce.

Daniel swallows and slowly meets Alexander’s eyes, finally noticing that there’s no anger in them. Alexander tilts his head, carefully running his gaze over Daniel’s body and he feels more self-conscious than he ever did the night before.

“Do you know how you look, Daniel?” he murmurs and Daniel shakes his head, prompting Alexander to slide a hand to the small of his back and usher him towards a full-length mirror to one side of the room. Standing in front of it, Daniel doesn’t truly believe it’s his own reflection. The man in front of him is a fine-dressed gentleman, not a mistreated whore from the slums of London. The shirt fits snugly across his chest and the trousers highlight his slim waist, the material pressed neatly in a way he’s never seen before. The jackets he’s worn in the past have all been a little too big, but this one curls around his shoulders and fastens with two buttons in the front, tugging his clothes just tight enough around his body that it shows off the curve of his waist and his flat stomach.

He almost startles when Alexander’s reflection appears behind his own, too caught up in the sight of such luxurious clothes.

“What do you think?”

“I-I don’t know what to say. It’s all perfect.”

Alexander rests his hands upon Daniel’s shoulders, smoothing the fabric down as he trails them down over Daniel’s chest.

“Would you like to know what I think?”

“Of course, sir,” he says, but the last thing he expects is for Alexander to curl his hands around his hips and tug him backwards a step, pulling him against Alexander’s chest. Daniel holds his breath, feeling the length of Alexander’s hard, warm body behind his own and for just a second, he thinks about slipping his hands around to Alexander’s thighs and holding him close. However, when Alexander pushes forwards, all the air escapes Daniel in a rush; something presses against his lower back and it’s unmistakeable.

“I think it would look better on my floor,” Alexander whispers into his ear and Daniel presses back against him, unable to help himself.

One large hand slides down to rest over Daniel’s cock and rubs teasingly through the material, stirring interest deep inside him. He keeps his eyes focussed on their reflections and gasps when Alexander’s other hand slides under his chin and tips his head back, revealing the long expanse of pale skin along his throat. Still palming him gently, Alexander dips his head and trails his lips up the side of Daniel’s neck, leaving him shivering for more.

“I would have you right here, Daniel, if I could. I would make you hold the frame of this mirror and watch yourself come undone as I had my way with you.”

Daniel lets out a tiny moan, just enough for Alexander to hear, but before anything more can happen, Alexander steps away, only seconds before Mr Jones walks back into the room, smiling at them both.

“Are you both pleased with the outfit?” he says and Daniel almost wants to punch him for interrupting. He lets Alexander do the talking.

“Yes, thank you. We’ll take it as it is.”

“Perfect! If your nephew would just like to put his other clothes back on, I’ll box it up for you and charge it to your account.”

“Thank you, Jones,” he replies, but shoots Daniel a look at the nephew comment. Daniel shrugs subtly, quickly moving around him to escape back to the changing room. He passes them the suit, piece by piece, and when he finally steps out, both Jones and Alexander are nowhere to be found, but there are voices coming from the other side of the shop.

Daniel makes his way through, finding Alexander signing a receipt and passing it back across. He doesn’t mean to, but he catches sight of the price and almost trips over his own feet. That was just for tailoring, he thinks. He doesn’t like to imagine how much the suit itself cost. Probably more than a year’s rent on his flat.

With a nod at Jones, Alexander turns and passes Daniel the box without blinking and heads for the door, leaving Daniel to trail behind. The cold wind hits them once more when they step outside and Daniel’s thankful to see the town car already there waiting for them. He darts forward, opening to door for Alexander, who pauses for a moment before quietly thanking him and sliding inside. With one last glance around, Daniel follows him, leaving them in awkward silence for the rest of the journey home.

*

Since Daniel wants time to drag, the evening comes quicker than ever, and as Daniel bathes and dresses for dinner, his nerves begin to kick-in. Nausea rolls through his stomach as he finally descends the staircase, making his way to the foyer where he knows Alexander is waiting for him, as Philip knocked on his door only a few moments ago to tell him.

Alexander has his back to him when he finally gets there, and the first thing he notices is the elegant way Alexander has tied his hair back, but as he turns, Daniel finds himself unable to look away or even blink. He wets his lips, trying to think of something to say, but Alexander beats him to it.

“See something you like?” he teases and Daniel can't help but run his gaze down his body. There certainly is, but he doesn't say a word.

Alexander's suit is even more stunning than Daniel's own, the cut of it sharp enough to make Daniel's fingers itch with the need to touch it. It's completed with a red silk tie that begs to be tugged and creased beyond salvation, and it's as though Alexander knows exactly what he's thinking because he smirks and gives Daniel a once-over in return.

“Where's your tie?” he questions and Daniel fumbles in his pocket, drawing out a green length of material.

“I didn't know how to tie it.”

Alexander pauses as though shocked and Daniel expects he’s known how to knot a tie since he was old enough to walk.

“You should have asked Philip to help you; that’s his job,” he reminds, but holds his hand out anyway. “Give it here.”

Daniel passes it to him and stands still as Alexander steps forward, close enough that Daniel can smell his rich aftershave and minty breath. He tries to distract himself by watching Alexander’s hands, but after slipping the material around Daniel’s neck, Alexander hooks a finger under his chin and forces him to lift his head.

“I can’t see if you’re in the way,” he says and begins weaving the two ends, slowing creating a Windsor knot. Daniel stares forward, his eyes level with Alexander’s chin and mouth and he can’t help but wonder how Alexander tastes. No one has ever asked for his services and not forced themselves onto him immediately. He almost begins to worry that he’s done something wrong. Sure, Alexander is slightly older, but he didn’t seem to have any trouble getting off the first time. Perhaps he thinks Daniel was awful at what he did and doesn’t want to touch him again, or maybe Daniel was so good at it, he’s afraid he won’t last long enough to do anything more.

Daniel can’t help but laugh at the last thought and Alexander stares at him, tightening the tie gently to fit it into place.

“Ticklish?” he asks and Daniel glances away feeling like an idiot. He shakes his head quicky.

“No, sorry,” he mumbles, “I was just thinking about something.”

“Not even under your chin?” Alexander replies, running one finger up the sensitive skin of his throat.

Daniel swallows and looks up at him, once again aware of the lack of distance between them. He shakes his head again.

“What about here?” Alexander asks, slowly sliding his hands under Daniel’s jacket and gently squeezing his ribs.

“No,” he breathes out and Alexander makes an exaggerated thoughtful face.

“Here?”

This time a hand comes up between his thighs, fingers wiggling against the inside where it’s most tender and Daniel lets out a strangled noise and grips Alexander’s arm tightly.

“Is that a yes?”

“It’s not ticklish, Mr Brennenburg.”

“It’s not? So you don’t mind my hand being there?”

It’s then that Daniel realises it’s all a game to Alexander and he remembers who he is and why he’s even there in the first place.

“You can keep it there if that’s what you want,” he suggests, cocking his hip against Alexander’s hand as though he wants it. “I’m here for you to do what you want with me, remember.”

It’s as though the words sober Alexander up completely, because he pulls his hand away and clears his throat.

“We should leave. Heinrich is outside waiting for us.”

He turns away abruptly, leaving Daniel to follow after and wonder what it is about him that Alexander doesn’t like. Outside, the town car sits, idling quietly and he watches Alexander open the door and slide inside, a brooding expression on his face. Without a sound, Daniel takes the other seat and closes the door, trapping him inside with a silent man and butterflies in his stomach for company.

*

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