Amnesia, Daniel/Alexander, NC-17 Part Two of Three
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: 9,156 / 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.
They drive for what seems like an hour before finally rolling to a stop outside of a well-lit establishment that Daniel assumes is the restaurant. A valet worker opens the door for him and as he steps from the car, he feels immediately out of place amongst the men in expensive suits with pretty young women on their arms. There’s no doubt that anyone who looks at him will know he’s a fraud in clothes he couldn’t even afford to buy himself.
A hand on his lower back guides him forward and he turns his head, looking at Alexander in worry. Alexander meets his eyes and nods subtly.
“You have every right to be here, Daniel. Enjoy yourself. Just - ” he pauses as though trying to find the right words. “Remember that I must uphold my reputation. These men are clients of mine and you are my guest, but they aren’t afraid to go straight for the throat. If you’re uncomfortable just excuse yourself and lock yourself in the bathroom for a few moments, or take a walk around the patio. If anyone asks, tell them you are here with me and they will leave you alone.”
Daniel doesn’t know why Alexander is telling him this, but he does appreciate it, so he gives him a small smile and allows Alexander to usher him inside where it’s much warmer.
“Alex! Long time no see,” a man croons and it seems only Daniel catches the rolling of Alexander’s eyes, because the gentleman steps closer wearing a large grin not at all dissuaded.
“Forgive us, Mr Isaacs, we have guests waiting for us. Perhaps we can catch up another time.”
Without a word further, Alexander continues leading Daniel forward, not even glance over his shoulder at the man, who seems to lose all the wind in his sails and stands looking awkward and alone.
“Who was that?” Daniel whispers, wondering who on earth would have the nerve to call Alexander ‘Alex’, and Alexander pulls a face and takes them deeper into the restaurant.
“He’s staying with my uncle during his university’s summer holidays.”
“So he’s your nephew?”
“No, he’s my niece’s new partner, but as you can see, he’s not exactly well-mannered. I despise him.”
“I never would have known,” Daniel teases and Alexander actually smirks in response.
When they finally get beyond the foyer and approach the maître d’, the man smiles politely as though he recognises Alexander.
“Good evening, Mr Brennenburg,” he says. “Your guests are waiting at the usual table, if you would like to follow me.”
Alexander gently nudges Daniel behind him and Daniel knows which role he must play now. With his head held high, he pretends that for once he’s as rich as Alexander and can afford the luxury of eating out at fancy restaurants he can’t even pronounce the name of. The table they’re lead to is round and near the back of the restaurant, away from the noisier areas - just right for holding polite business conversations. Daniel attempts to step forward to pull Alexander’s chair out for him, but Alexander knocks him away, making it appear like an accident, but shooting Daniel a pointed look.
They’ll eat you alive, Daniel tells himself and tries not to meet anyone’s gaze as he seats himself, shuffling forward awkwardly. The server attempts to hand a menu to him, but Alexander reaches for it instead without a hint of remorse.
“My guest will have a glass of your best red and I’ll take the usual. Is everyone ready to order?” he asks with a glance around the table and everyone seems to nod or shrug, which seems to be the equivalent. “We’ll both have the chef’s special, thank you.”
Slowly the rest of the orders are taken and Daniel shifts uncomfortably in his seat, wondering if it’s too soon to try to escape already. As though he notices, one of Alexander’s hands lands on his knee under the table, squeezing as though for encouragement. He tries to inconspicuously shoot him a smile, but Alexander doesn’t seem to pay him any attention, too busy talking to a balding man across from him. The hand remains on his leg and Daniel reaches for the glass of water in front of him. It’s cool and calming and enough to ease his nerves for the moment.
However, when he sets it back down, the man to his left clears his throat to get his attention.
“I haven’t seen you here before,” he says as though it’s enough to start a conversation, but Daniel just nods politely.
“This is my first time.”
“Is it really?” the man teases with a wink and Daniel flushes. “How do you know Alexander then?”
Daniel fidgets with the table cloth, running through lies in his head to see which one sounds most plausible. However, when he opens his mouth, Alexander beats him to it.
“Daniel here works for me and it seems that for once I’ve found someone who’s good at what he does.”
Daniel tries his hardest to keep from blushing, but his cheeks still feel warm; he takes another sip of water to cool himself. He’s about to turn and ask the man what he does in return, but the hand on his knee moves higher up his leg, rubbing at his inner thigh. He thinks about clamping his legs shut, but instead, he slips his own hand under the table, resting it atop Alexander’s own. For just a moment, he imagines what it would be like if he tugged it up higher, letting Alexander palm him through his expensive trousers, letting himself come inside them like a school boy. Alexander squeezes gently and doesn’t move, not even when their drinks come. However, he does finally let go when the food arrives a while later, allowing Daniel to eat without distractions.
“This is incredible,” Daniel whispers to Alexander, not even caring that he still has half a mouthful and Alexander shoots him a look that’s mostly amusement.
“Just wait until dessert,” he murmurs back and the wine he’s been drinking gives him just enough buzz to allow him to laugh without care.
“Is that what you say to all your boys?”
Alexander suddenly looks cross, as though Daniel has once again managed to say the wrong thing and the end of dinner can’t come quick enough as Daniel eats in awkward silence, listening to everyone else talk around him. As soon as the plates have been cleared away, Daniel excuses himself, promptly locating the bathroom and making his way over. When he steps inside he finds it blissfully empty and he goes to the sink, running the water and cooling off his hands. Carefully, he wipes his wet fingers over his face and the relief draws a sigh from him. He shuts his eyes, soaks his hands once more, and then repeats the motion, slowly feeling more like himself again.
He reaches blindly for a paper towel to dry himself with, but as he reaches across, someone presses one into his hand for him. For a moment he thinks it’s Alexander, however, when he wipes his face and looks up, he finds himself face-to-face with the man he was sitting next to at the table.
“These functions always get me too, Daniel. You’re not alone.”
Daniel smiles politely, turns off the tap, and throws away the paper towel.
“Sorry, I know we’ve been chatting, but I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Weyer, Alexander’s book-keeper.”
Daniel shakes the man’s hand.
“It’s nice to meet you, Weyer. I should probably get back before Alexander thinks I’ve run off.”
“Leave a shoe behind, Cinderella, and he’ll find you eventually. Alexander’s a man of means. He gets what he wants.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that. It makes him resourceful.”
Weyer tilts his head and grins.
“He must love you. It’s hard to keep him happy, though it seems you don’t have any trouble there.”
Daniel’s smile falters as Weyer takes a step closer, his expression turning darker.
“How long has he been tupping you, boy?”
Daniel’s mouth falls open in surprise.
“Excuse me?”
“Alexander isn’t the only one with means, Daniel,” Weyer says, crowding him up against the sinks. “I’ve heard you’re his new little fuck-toy. When did he get you?”
“I think you’re mistaken. I’m just part of his house staff,” he lies, but Weyer just laughs.
“In his bed, perhaps? How much does he pay for a tight little hole like yours?” He vulgarly glances up and down Daniel’s body, sucking his teeth. “There’s no doubt that he bought those clothes for you, so underneath, you must just be some nasty little street-rat.”
He suddenly laughs and Daniel wishes he could take a step further away.
“Oh my god,” Weyer says, mouth curled into a sickening smile. “You’re one of Herbert’s boys, aren’t you? He went down there the other day for business. You’ve probably fucked half of London already. I hope Alexander doesn’t mind sloppy seconds.”
“I need to get back to the table,” Daniel says quietly, the shock of everything numbing his body, but Weyer slaps his palm against the wall, blocking Daniel’s escape route and Daniel blinks in fear.
“You’re not going anywhere, love. I think I’ll test you out myself.”
He reaches for his belt at the same time the bathroom door swings open and Daniel almost cries in relief to see Alexander standing in the doorway.
“Sorry, can you give us a minute?” Weyer asks without turning around. “We’re having a private conversation.”
Daniel meets Alexander’s gaze, his eyes watering in shame and in an instant Alexander steps forward and grabs Weyer by the back of his jacket, tugging him around to let him slam into the tiled wall behind. Weyer groans in pain and then in surprise when he realises it’s Alexander hovering over him.
“What on earth do you think you’re doing?” Alexander growls, his voice deathly even, and Weyer blinks, seeming unable to reply. “Would you like to end up like Fowler?”
His voice turns icy cold and Weyer’s face goes white in true terror.
“Please, Alexander, I swear I didn’t harm a hair on his head. I was just joking around with him. I’ll leave now if that’s what you want, but I didn’t do a thing to him. Please, you have to believe me!”
“Turn in your ledgers tomorrow,” Alexander hisses, hand curling around Weyer’s throat threateningly. “If I see your face again, you’ll be dead before you even realise it.”
Weyer whimpers and Alexander finally releases him, allowing him to scrabble for the door, fleeing from the room without looking back once. Without a word, Alexander locks the door and turns back towards Daniel.
“Who’s Fowler?” Daniel asks, but Alexander doesn’t seem to hear, too busy glancing up and down Daniel’s body, blatantly checking for marks.
“Did he touch you?” he asks and Daniel chooses to ignore him.
“Who’s Fowler?”
In an instant, Alexander curls Daniel’s tie around his knuckles, tightening until Daniel gasps in fright, genuinely concerned for his safety.
“Did he touch you?”
“No!” Daniel shouts, trying to shove Alexander away. “He didn’t do a fucking thing.”
Alexander seems to lose steam and he lets go of Daniel, but doesn’t step backwards just yet.
“Is this what I’ll have to put up with for the rest of the week? Your associates taking the piss and thinking they can cop a feel whenever they please? I am not some toy to be passed around until I break. Is that why you brought me here? For you entertainment? I - ” he’s about to continue when Alexander curls a hand behind his head and tugs him forward, sliding their mouths together roughly.
For a moment, Daniel forgets about everything and allows the kiss, tasting expensive whiskey on Alexander’s lips, but when his brain finally catches up a few seconds later, he pushes at Alexander’s shoulders, forcing him away. In a bout of anger, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, glaring at Alexander fiercely.
“This is done,” he snaps. “Whatever deal you made with Herbert is through. Take me home or I’ll find my own way back.”
Alexander blinks as though that’s the last thing he’s expected out of Daniel’s mouth, but Daniel just crosses his arms and holds his ground. Slowly, Alexander’s face darkens, his eyes losing all expression and his mouth forming one long line of disapproval.
“You think you’ll make it out there on a night like tonight, Daniel? You handled yourself so well with Weyer, there’s no way something can go wrong.”
The sarcasm drips off his words and Daniel knows two can play that game.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot I need a knight on a dazzling white horse to come and rescue me. I’m just a lowly maiden; how could I ever defend myself? You can’t even begin to know what I’ve dealt with before. Weyer was nothing compared. You don’t prosper in this profession by being soft, Mr Brennenburg.”
Without a word, he reaches into his pocket and tosses a switchblade onto the countertop, letting it clatter loudly in the silence. It actually seems to genuinely surprise Alexander and he stares at him carefully.
“Where did you get that?”
“I bought it after some guy broke my jaw in two places for not letting him and his mate fuck me at the same time. I know it’s probably a little hard to see from up on your high horse, but I can actually take care of myself.”
“Which is why you left Herbert so long ago,” Alexander snarls.
It’s a low blow, and if he’s reading Alexander’s expression correctly, he’s almost sure that’s regret on his face. However, it doesn’t stop him from throwing the first punch, landing it square across Alexander’s cheekbone. Pain flares along his knuckles and he shakes his hand out, cursing and hoping his skin hasn’t split, but Alexander doesn’t seem to know quite what to do. He reaches up for his face, not taking his eyes from Daniel’s own and Daniel suspects men have been killed over less when it comes to Alexander. Maybe that’s what happened to that Fowler bloke.
The silence drags on between them, the sound of nothing louder than anything either of them could possibly scream, and Daniel takes back his blade without a word. With Alexander still staring, he manoeuvres around him, making his way to the door and when he’s just reaching for the lock, a hand grabs his arm and tugs him back. In a whirl of colours, Daniel suddenly finds himself pinned against the outside wall of a bathroom stall, Alexander leaning over him, his breathing uneven.
“That’s it then? You want to go home and pretend this never happened?”
“Nothing has happened, Alexander. You won’t even touch me! Is there something wrong, or would you like some other whore to come and please you? I’m sure Herbert has plenty more for you to choose from.”
Alexander stares down at him, Daniel’s shoulders still pinned by his hands.
“Is that what you want?” he asks, crowding forward, one leg sliding between Daniel’s thighs. “You want something to happen?”
“Get bent,” Daniel suggests angrily as he struggles against the touch, even though part of him wants to see where Alexander will take it.
“You want me to hold your legs apart and fuck you like the whore you are, Daniel?”
Daniel stops fighting, his eyes wide as he looks up into Alexander’s face, trying to figure out if he’s joking or not, but he appears to be entirely serious. Daniel’s cheeks flare with heat and Alexander holds him against the wall harder, seeming to already know.
“Should I pin you down and fuck you until you’re raw and begging me to let you come? Is that how you like it?”
Daniel swallows, not trusting his voice, even as he opens his mouth.
“Yes,” he whispers soft enough that he’s not actually sure that Alexander hears him. When he glances up, Alexander’s eyes are dark and there’s no denying he’s heard the answer.
Alexander wets his mouth and blinks slowly, and when their eyes finally lock again, it’s as though they’re meeting for the first time in entirely different circumstances. Before Daniel can react, Alexander lifts him, carrying him to his sinks and dropping him onto the countertop.
“It’s true then, isn’t it? You can’t go a day without needing somebody’s cock inside you.”
Daniel nods, knowing there’s nothing else he can do as tears of shame fill his eyes, threatening to fall.
“You’re nothing but a common little whore, begging to be stretched open and fucked.”
Daniel nods again, a sob leave his mouth when he opens it.
“Please,” he mumbles, unable to meet Alexander’s gaze. “Teach me a lesson. Tell me who I belong to.”
Alexander grips Daniel’s wrists, lifting them above his head, and pinning them to the cool mirror behind.
“Who do you think owns you, Daniel?” Alexander murmurs, stepping in between Daniel’s open knees and spreading his legs further apart.
Daniel flexes his fingers, itching to touch the bruise blooming on Alexander’s face.
“You,” he whispers, shifting and lifting his hips, wanting more. “You own me.”
“And why do you think I was so angry at the thought of Weyer touching you?”
Daniel wants to say something like because you care about me, but what comes out is a little different.
“Because you don’t like people touching your property.”
Alexander leans in close, lips almost grazing his jaw.
“Very good, Daniel. Where should my property be?”
Daniel tilts his face into the warmth of Alexander’s breath and shuts his eyes.
“In your home.”
“In my bed,” he corrects and Daniel whimpers, struggling against Alexander’s grip and trying to free his hands so he can finally touch him. Alexander shushes him quietly and draws his head back. “I’m going to release you, Daniel, but there’s something I need you to do.”
Daniel nods, his mouth slack, and to his own ears he sounds drunk when he says, “Anything.”
For a second, Alexander pauses and stares at him.
“Be careful what you give away, Daniel,” he says, but there’s a teasing in his voice, unlike when they were arguing, and Daniel grins salaciously, earning a quiet noise from Alexander.
“Or else men like you will fall folly to my charm and pay for my services?”
Alexander tugs him off the counter, forcing him to stand on shaking legs, but he slides forward and presses himself against the length of Alexander’s body, easily slotting into all the open spaces.
“It’s lucky I don’t have to pay then, isn’t it?”
Alexander finally lets his hands go, but instead of allowing Daniel to pull him even closer, he steps back, putting distance between them. Daniel whines and Alexander actually laughs. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a mobile phone, passing it to Daniel, who takes it tentatively.
“I need you to call Heinrich and have him bring the car around. I will go and make excuses to my associates for our departure. You definitely feel hot with a fever,” he says, placing a palm on Daniel’s forehead. “I’m sure they’ll understand.”
Daniel smirks and begins searching through Alexander’s contacts for Heinrich’s number, while Alexander straightens his tie and jacket to make himself a little more presentable. Carding his fingers through Daniel’s hair, Alexander stoops and presses his face close to Daniel’s ear.
“Meet me outside,” he murmurs and Daniel’s sure he feels the hot, wet flick of a tongue against his jaw line.
Alexander unlocks the door and leaves without another word and Daniel hops back up onto the counter, phone to his ear. After two rings, Heinrich picks up.
“Mr Brennenburg?” he says, and Daniel knows he must sound breathless.
“Alexander wanted me to tell you to bring the car around. We’re leaving a little early tonight.”
“Of course, sir. I’ll be there in just a moment.”
“Thank you, Heinrich,” he says before ending the call and tucking the phone into his own inner pocket. He leaves the toilets and doesn’t dare glance over at their table in case he catches the eye of any of Alexander’s associates. Instead, he makes his way out into the foyer, hanging around near the door, waiting for Alexander to return. He’s only there for a minute or two before Alexander walks through, spotting him almost immediately and making his way over. With a hand on Daniel’s back, edging dangerously close to his arse, they step outside, Alexander guiding him to where he obviously knows Heinrich is waiting for them.
Heinrich opens the door for them, letting them duck inside before shutting it and getting back into the driver’s seat. Before he’s even pulled away from the kerb, Daniel slides into Alexander’s lap, knees either side of his waist as he stares down at him. With steady hands, he grips Alexander’s wrists, tugging them up and letting his fingers curl around his hips, right where Daniel wants them.
“Will you finally touch me now?” he asks with a tilt of his head.
“I’ve wanted to touch you since we first met,” Alexander admits softly. “I didn’t want you to see it as your job to let me.”
Daniel can’t help but grin.
“You want me to want you to touch me?” Alexander nods and Daniel frames his face with his hands. “Well, I want you to touch me.”
Before Alexander can respond, Daniel dips down to kiss him and Alexander makes a soft noise in the back of his throat and holds on tighter, kissing him with a talented mouth and a tongue that’s even more so. Daniel grinds against him, breathing into Alexander’s open mouth and loving the way Alexander seems to swallow down every sigh and sound. Alexander grips him until Daniel’s sure he’ll have bruises, but doesn’t voice a single complaint, just rocks against Alexander, listening to the soft rubbing of their suits.
As the car turns a sharp corner, Daniel presses a palm flat against the ceiling, keeping himself in place, while the other tangles into Alexander’s hair, slowly tugging the tie free to let long, ivory strands slip free. Alexander’s hands slide further around to the swell of his arse, fingers digging in perfectly, leaving Daniel’s body confused over whether it wants to roll forwards or backwards, needing both sources of pleasure. With a nip to Alexander’s bottom lip, Daniel pulls away, mouth thrumming in time to his heartbeat, and Alexander looks up at him expectantly.
“Forgive me,” Daniel whispers, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to the bruise on Alexander’s cheek and Alexander tips his face into the touch, sighing gently.
“I have a presentation to give tomorrow morning; you had better think up a good excuse for me.”
Daniel chews on his lip thoughtfully, thumb rubbing over the mark as he finds himself unable to look away.
“Fell out of bed? Tripped in the shower? Got punched by someone who should have known better?”
“That last one isn’t at all believable,” Alexander teases, carefully drawing Daniel into another slow kiss, stealing all the breath straight out of him. Daniel whimpers, feeling overwhelmed by Alexander’s fervour, but knows he wouldn’t have it any other way. For the first time, he’s found someone who believes in reciprocation and he’s smart enough to take advantage.
He lets his hand fall between their bodies, rubbing Alexander through his trousers, feeling where he’s beginning to harden and Alexander bucks up into the touch, almost banging Daniel’s head against the roof. Daniel ignores it, concentrating on sliding his fingers underneath Alexander’s belt and waistband, shoving his hand further down Alexander’s underwear until he feels the warm softness of the skin of his cock.
“How long until we get back?” Daniel asks and Alexander glances around him, obviously looking at his watch to judge the time.
“Ten minutes?” he guesses and Daniel groans unhappily. Not enough time to get Alexander off, but too much time for him to begin anything, unless they plan on finishing in the car overnight. Alexander lets out a low laugh and rubs Daniel’s sides. “Impatient?”
Daniel grinds down, knowing exactly where Alexander needs it, and watches his eyes droop with pleasure.
“Yes,” he mumbles close to Alexander’s ear to stop Heinrich from hearing. “It’s a long time when all I can think about is you pressing me down into your mattress and fucking me so hard and deep, I feel it for the rest of the week.”
Alexander grunts, sounding mildly surprised and rather turned on, and digs his fingers into Daniel’s thighs.
“Heinrich?” he says after clearing his throat, though he still sounds wrecked and Daniel’s more than a little pleased. “I believe we have an emergency. If you could go a little faster, it would be very much appreciated.”
Heinrich doesn’t answer, but Daniel feels the smooth acceleration of the car as it picks up even more speed and he muffles his laughter in Alexander’s collar.
“Five minutes,” Alexander mumbles and Daniel feels his voice vibrating against his nose.
“Do you always get what you want?” Daniel teases, pulling back enough to look Alexander in the eyes.
“Yes,” he says, voice low and eyes dark, and Daniel can’t help but lean in again, licking his way into Alexander’s mouth. Alexander holds him close and doesn’t once falter. Daniel slides his hands under Alexander’s jacket, feeling the warmth of his body through his shirt and for just a second he digs his nails in. Alexander’s ribs dip in under his palms as he sucks in a breath and Daniel huffs a laugh into his mouth. When he pushes his hips into Alexander’s own, he feels his arousal digging in, pressing a promise of what is to come against the soft skin of his belly.
“What do you want right now?” Daniel murmurs, leaving a trail of wet kisses along Alexander’s jaw and Alexander slides his fingers into Daniel’s hair and tips his head back. With a sharp hiss, Daniel wriggles in Alexander’s lap as Alexander digs his teeth into his throat and Daniel knows there’ll be a mark when he pulls away.
“Right now,” he whispers, licking and soothing Daniel’s neck, “I want you naked and ready in my bed. I want you face down and arse up, begging for my cock, like the little whore you are.”
“Yes,” Daniel hisses, drawing out the word. “I need you to fill me up. Pump me full of come and make me yours.”
He shuts his eyes, grinding down harder against Alexander, needing the friction, and Alexander all but slams them together for another kiss that warms Daniel all the way down to his toes. He distantly hears the low rumble of gravel under the tyres and he silently prays that it’s truly Alexander’s driveway. The car eventually slows, but before it has even stopped entirely, Alexander leans across and throws open the door, allowing Daniel to scramble out and tug at Alexander’s tie impatiently until he follows.
Together, they stumble their way through the open front door and up the stairs, Alexander briefly pausing to shove Daniel up against the wall and kiss him wetly. Daniel moans and writhes against him.
“Please,” he whispers, pushing at Alexander’s shoulder. “Your bedroom.”
Daniel yelps as his feet leave the floor, Alexander lifting him up and carrying him the rest of the way down the hall. Daniel curls his legs around his waist, using the position to grind against him and feel the hardness beneath his suit.
“C’mon,” he whines into Alexander’s ear. “Hurry up and fuck me.”
Before he knows it, Alexander’s dropping him onto the bed and following him down, crowding over him and leaving bruising kisses along his skin. He pushes at Alexander’s jacket, uncaring of the creases he puts into the fine material, too eager to get it off of him, but Alexander doesn’t seem to want to let him go long enough to slip out of it. He leaves it bunched around Alexander’s elbows and begins unbuttoning his shirt, yanking the tie out of his way to get to the buttons. He tugs the shirt tails out of Alexander’s trousers to reach the last few and then he pushes it over his shoulders to let it join the jacket.
Alexander finally pulls back, but doesn’t even look as he shrugs out of his clothes, sliding back on top of Daniel afterwards. He works on Daniel’s own shirt and tie, pulling so hard on the material that buttons actually pop off. Alexander obviously has more money than sense when it comes to buying new clothes. Eventually, Daniel ends up bare from the waist up and with a hand on Alexander’s shoulder he rolls them over, straddling Alexander’s waist and grinding down against him once more.
He trails his fingers up Alexander’s chest and gently rubs his thumbs over his nipples, noticing the way Alexander tracks his hands with his dark gaze. Slowly, he drags his palms down Alexander’s stomach and hooks his fingers around his belt, unbuckling it with practised ease. Daniel kneels up and Alexander lifts his hips as Daniel unfastens his trousers and tugs them and Alexander’s underwear down his legs, tossing them into a corner of the room. He moans at the sight of Alexander’s hard, leaking cock, wanting nothing more than to wrap his lips once more around it. However, Alexander rolls them back over, pinning Daniel down easily.
“Are you going to be a good boy, Daniel?” he asks as he unbuttons Daniel’s trousers, tugging them down and revealing his lack of underwear. He stops and stares for a moment, as though truly stunned. “You were like this the entire time?”
Daniel just nods and grins.
“I guess that means I’ve been naughty.”
Apparently, that seems to trigger something inside of Alexander because he suddenly turns serious and slides off of his legs.
“Get on your knees, Daniel,” he orders and his voice leaves no room for argument.
After a brief struggle to remove the rest of his clothes, Daniel shifts onto his stomach, sliding his knees underneath him to raise his arse into the air for Alexander to reach. He spreads his legs wide and looks back over his shoulder to gauge Alexander’s reaction; he seems a little stunned.
“When did you do this?” he asks, obviously meaning the wetness in and around Daniel’s entrance and Daniel hides his grin with his forearm.
“I was always taught to be prepared,” he teases and Alexander slaps his arse just hard enough for the crack to echo around the room.
“You must have been the best boy scout in your county.”
Daniel wiggles, earning himself another smack, which he moans at and moves his hands back to pull his cheeks apart.
“Fuck me,” he demands, knowing Alexander won’t be able to resist the sight of his tight pink hole, and it’s only a matter of seconds before Alexander reaches into his bedside for lube to slick himself up. With one hand gripping Daniel’s hip tightly, he nudges the blunt head of his cock against Daniel’s opening and Daniel presses back for more. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.”
“So impatient,” Alexander murmurs, pushing harder and letting only the tip pop inside.
Daniel gasps and moves his hands to clench at the sheets instead, his back arching in pleasure. He feels stretched in a way that actually feels good and for the first time in his career, he wants Alexander to slam into him and fuck him like he means it. When he tries to push himself back onto Alexander’s cock, Alexander tightens his grip and holds him steady, forcing him to remain in place.
“How much do you want this, Daniel?” Daniel swears in response and Alexander swats his buttocks. “I asked you a question.”
“Please,” he sobs out, voice raw. “Please fuck me. I need this so badly. I want you so badly.”
His words fade into a long hiss as Alexander sinks further inside him, sliding in slowly as though allowing him time to adjust to his width. A first, Daniel thinks, and appreciates every second as he bites his forearm to muffle his moans. He slips his other hand down his stomach, stroking himself to relax his muscles and allow Alexander inside and in a matter of moments, Alexander’s as deep as he can go, thighs flush against the backs of Daniel’s own. Alexander doesn’t move, but Daniel feels him throbbing inside, the heat of him almost overwhelming. He waits until he’s sure his body is stretched out enough and then he nudges backwards, clenching hard around Alexander’s cock.
“Fuck me open,” he whines, his fist still stroking his cock. “I’ll take it all.”
Without warning, Alexander pulls out, forcing a noise of surprise from Daniel, before he slams back in and Daniel sobs and pushes his face into the mattress below.
“Yes!” he cries, spreading his legs wider as Alexander begins thrusting into him in earnest, their bodies slapping together loudly, and Daniel has no doubt that he’ll be bruised all over after.
Alexander’s cock feels so good inside him and the thick head repeatedly rubs against his prostate with every slide in and out, and Daniel can’t help the way his own length drips precome everywhere. Above him, Alexander breathes heavily, his body soft and warm where it touches Daniel’s, and he seems to love it when Daniel pushes back against him because he gasps every time and slams in harder.
“How long have you - ah! - thought about fucking this tight hole, sir?” Daniel grinds out, uncaring that he sounds just as breathless as he feels.
Alexander’s thrusts lengthen, slowing slightly, but still just as hard, and fingers tangle into Daniel’s hair, tugging his head back, forcing him to glance back over his shoulder at him.
“How many men have you had inside you, Daniel?” he says, his voice rough. “How many of those men have actually given you what you need?”
Moans tumble from Daniel’s open mouth and he almost cries when Alexander pauses, cock buried deep inside him. Alexander pulls his hair, obviously waiting for his answer and Daniel knows he’s lost their game.
“None,” he gasps out. “You’re the only one to make me feel like this.”
“Make you feel like what?” Alexander asks, pulling his hips back slowly, letting Daniel feel the drag of his cock inside. When he pushes back in, Daniel lets out a long breath that sounds more like a whimper.
“Like I’m going to come.” Alexander stops again and, this time, Daniel pushes back, taking Alexander’s cock in deeper. “Please, don’t stop,” he begs, but Alexander doesn’t move and when he looks over his shoulder at him, he looks contemplative.
“Has no one ever reciprocated?”
Daniel shakes his head and moves his hips to make it feel as though Alexander’s still fucking him.
“It’s nothing; just keep going. Please.”
Before Daniel has time to complain, Alexander pulls the entire way out of him, leaving him feeling empty and frustrated. Without a word, Alexander rolls him over onto his back and tugs at his legs, sliding them over his shoulders.
“Where’s the fun if only one of us comes?” he asks as Daniel blinks up at him, unsure which one of them has gone insane.
“With all due respect, sir, I’m just a whore. It’s not about my pleasure.”
“You’re still a person, Daniel, and you can call me Alexander, unless that’s what gets you off. Perhaps I will just have to prove that you haven’t been with any respectable men before.”
“I could have told you that,” Daniel says with a wry smile, but suddenly finds himself unable to breath as Alexander pushes back inside him unexpectedly.
“We had better start making up for lost time.”
He resumes his unforgiving pace, hips slamming forward as Daniel clings to Alexander’s forearms, gasping for air. At the new angle, Alexander rubs against Daniel’s prostate even harder, and Daniel’s cock twitches against his stomach, begging to be touched.
“How close are you?” Alexander asks, resting his hand on Daniel’s waist, thumb hovering dangerously near to his cock.
Daniel can’t even answer, just whimpers and looks up at Alexander, brows pinched together and mouth wide open.
“Will you allow me to come inside you, Daniel?”
Daniel’s body tenses and he folds in on himself even more, the head of his cock rubbing against his own skin tantalisingly.
“Oh god,” he whines, nodding his head until his teeth clack. “Do it; make it drip out of me.”
Alexander already seems to know what’s about to happen, because he slides his palm over Daniel’s cock and strokes him firmly. Daniel doesn’t even last five strokes before he tightens his legs over Alexander’s shoulders and comes hard, vision whiting out with the pleasure of it all.
“Yes, yes, yes!” he cries out, enjoying the way Alexander slides into his clenched hole, and apparently so does Alexander because he shoves himself forward as far as he can and shudders violently. Daniel feels him twitching inside, knowing he’s pumping him full of come and Daniel’s cock gives another jolt of interest, as though he hasn’t just spent himself. He meets Alexander’s gaze and Alexander pushes Daniel’s hair out of his face with a gentle hand, leaning down to drag his lips against Daniel’s own. Daniel moans softly into his mouth and doesn’t complain when Alexander eventually collapses on top of him and his legs slide off of his shoulders, falling heavily to the mattress.
“Jesus Christ,” Daniel mutters when Alexander finally draws his mouth away and rolls over, pulling out of Daniel’s body with a low noise.
“I told you to call me Alexander,” he jokes and in his tired and sated state, Daniel actually laughs. His body seems so bereft of touch now that Alexander has moved, and when he shifts, he feels come starting to slide out of him. With a gentle hiss, he slides over the side of the bed and makes his way across the room, spotting a door that most likely leads to the ensuite.
“Where are you going? You don’t have to return to your room if you don’t want to.”
“I’m just going to clean up,” Daniel says with a hand between his legs, stopping the come from running down his thighs. “You made rather a mess of me.”
Even from halfway across the room Daniel sees Alexander’s satisfied grin. Daniel turns away, hiding his own smile and shuts the door behind him.
Alexander’s bathroom is even more luxurious than Daniel’s own, which is quite a feat, but upon searching through the cupboards, he finds a flannel, which he wets and carefully washes himself with. He takes a look at himself in the mirror, noticing his disarray hair and the bruises and marks littering his skin. There’s a particularly red bite on his throat and he traces his finger over it, drawing in a sharp breath at the soreness. However, he can’t help but admire them and their starkness against his pale skin. With a quiet sigh, he tosses the used flannel in the wash basket near the door and makes his way back into the bedroom.
The lights are already off when he steps through, and Daniel can only just make out the shape of Alexander underneath the thick duvet. For a brief moment, he thinks about what Alexander had said and wonders if he would complain if he slipped into bed beside him, but eventually his paranoia wins out and he makes his way over to the door, knowing it’s a safer bet. He’s just reaching for the handle when Alexander grunts and rolls over.
“Is my bed not good enough?” he asks, and Daniel freezes as though he’s been caught red-handed. Alexander lets out a deep, rumbling chuckle and shifts again. “Get over here and warm the other side of this bed up.”
Daniel swallows and slowly moves away from the door, walking to the unoccupied space on the bed. When he’s close, Alexander flips the corner of the blankets down and Daniel quickly crawls under, unsure about whether he should shuffle closer for more warmth or not. In the end, he’s given no choice as hands slide down his body and gently turn him onto his side, allowing Alexander to slip in behind him, knees drawn up against Daniel’s own.
Alexander sighs softly, his breath ruffling Daniel’s hair, and Daniel nestles back against him. With a hand spread out across Daniel’s stomach, Alexander presses his mouth to the edge of Daniel’s jaw and then falls still. Daniel slides his hand over Alexander’s own and in a matter of moments, falls into an easy sleep.
*
He doesn’t know what time it is when he awakens, but the mattress shifts below him and the warmth at his back disappears. He mumbles sleepily, rolling over as his hands search for any source of heat he can find, and he faintly hears a laugh rumbling from overhead. Fingers card through his hair and a soft mouth presses against his cheek before sliding towards his ear.
“I have business to attend to,” Alexander says softly. “I’ll be back in the afternoon. Go back to sleep.”
With one last kiss, Alexander draws away and Daniel can’t help but follow his command, nestling back into the pillows and breathing in Alexander’s scent.
*
Daniel gets up and washes sometime in the late morning, his body aching pleasantly. When he emerges from Alexander’s shower, the clothes scattered about the floor have been picked up and Daniel wonders idly if there’s a camera in the room that Philip watches in order to know when it’s safe to tidy up. The bed has new sheets, though the only reason he notices is because a neat pile of his clothes sits atop the duvet, waiting for him.
He dresses and makes his way downstairs, unsure what he’s meant to do without Alexander there. However, he finds Philip in the kitchen writing out a shopping list and he doesn’t look at all surprised to find Daniel standing in the doorway. In fact, he gestures to cup and saucer on the side and a plate of jam-covered toast.
“I took the liberty, sir,” he says and Daniel doesn’t hesitate before taking a seat on the nearest barstool and sipping tentatively at the steaming tea.
“Thank you, Philip,” he begins, “I don’t mean to - ”
He gets cut off by the soft ringing of the telephone and Philip quickly answers it.
“Brennenburg residence; this is Philip speaking.”
There’s a long pause, obviously while the person on the other end chats away, however, Philip seems to tense and he glances at Daniel in uncertainty.
“Of course, sir. He’s right here.”
He holds the receiver up and with a blink of surprise Daniel stands up and takes it from him.
“Hello?” he asks tentatively, wondering who on earth would be calling him. He wonders briefly if it might be Alexander calling to check in and hope flairs in his chest, until the caller finally speaks.
“Daniel?” comes a tinny voice and Daniel knows without a doubt who it is.
“Herbert?”
“Who else would be calling you? Your boyfriend?” Herbert lets out a nasty laugh then gets straight to the point. “You better be giving Alexander what he wants, you fucking slut. Let him fuck you twice as much and tell him it’s to pay off part of my debt. That’s the only thing you’re good for, after all. Give him the best he’s ever had and make him forget about me, else I’ll make you pay, and trust me, I will. I’ve done it in the past, Daniel, remember that.”
“How did you get this number?” Daniel murmurs, keeping his eyes downcast as though Herbert’s actually in the room.
“I do business with Alexander, you little shit; how else do you think? Not all of us suck cock for a living.”
Daniel’s body goes numb as Herbert’s threat settles in and he swallows, his mouth suddenly dry.
“Remember what I said, Daniel, or I’ll put you back in the hospital.”
The line goes dead, but Daniel remains frozen, the phone pressed against his ear as he breathes unevenly. Without a word, he drops to his knees, throat tightening, the air stuck somewhere in between his mouth and his lungs.
“Sir?” Philips asks, worry clear in his voice. “Daniel? What’s the matter?”
He takes the phone from Daniel’s loose grip and sets it aside as he rubs between Daniel’s shoulders, and Daniel shudders, but still can’t breathe, his panic attack taking control of his body. He slides his fingers into his hair, pulling roughly and trying to ground himself, but he can’t stop the tears of horror sliding down his face.
“Who was that man, Daniel?”
A faint noise escapes him and he finally draws in a breath, his head spinning uneasily.
“Oh god,” he whispers, dragging his hands down to cover his face.
“Do you need me to call Mr Brennenburg, Daniel?”
Daniel suddenly grabs Philip’s arm, clinging tightly.
“No, please! He can’t know!”
With his free hand, Philip flattens Daniel’s hair, rubbing at his scalp soothingly and hushing him softly.
“I won’t tell him if you don’t want me to, Daniel; it’s okay.”
Daniel shifts forward, sliding into Philip’s arms and pressing his face against his shoulder.
“Thank you. I’m sorry. I hate him.”
“Alexander isn’t so bad once you get to know him, Daniel. Though I know your circumstances are slightly different.”
“No, not Alexander,” Daniel says with a wet sniff. “He’s treated me well. The guy on the phone; h-he owns me.”
Philip pushes at his chest, forcing him back as he wipes Daniel’s face with his sleeve.
“He won’t if Alexander has anything to say about it. Talk to him, Daniel. He not as bad as you might think. He could help you.”
Daniel shakes his head.
“It’s one of Alexander’s business associates. He can’t go against someone he works with.”
Philip clears his throat quietly and slowly helps Daniel to his feet, urging him back onto the barstool.
“I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but Alexander had a business partner once called Fowler.”
“Fowler?” Daniel asks, thinking hard about the name before it dawns on him; it’s the one Alexander threatened Weyer with in the restaurant the night before.
“They worked together almost every day, but eventually Fowler found a young man, not unlike yourself, to keep him happy. Except, it turned out that Fowler hadn’t treated him very well and the boy escaped, appearing at Alexander’s door one night, covered in bruises, with a fair few broken bones. Alexander hadn’t taken kindly to it and after getting the man medical attention, he spoke with him about what had happened. I never found out what had truly happened, but the next day there was a report that Fowler was found half-dead in a ditch near his home.”
Daniel’s mouth falls open in shock.
“It was Alexander that put him there?”
Philip shrugs.
“The police never found the culprit, but Alexander had been livid the night he’d helped Fowler’s boy, cursing Fowler’s name and swearing he’d make him pay.”
“All of that just for some rentboy?”
“I told you Alexander wasn’t a bad man, Daniel.”
“I never doubted it, Philip,” Daniel murmurs, meeting his gaze.
“He’s been good to you, hasn’t he?”
“Better than anyone else before,” Daniel says with a sigh, dropping his head to his hands.
Philip touches his shoulder gently and rubs slowly.
“Eat some toast. He’ll be home soon. He won’t let that man do anything to you, Daniel, but you have to tell him, or he won’t even know. I have to get back to work, but I’ll be around if you need me.”
Daniel glances over his shoulder at him and conjures a smile.
“Thank you,” he says quietly. “Truly, I appreciate it.”
Philip squeezes his arm and turns away, slipping out of the room without another word. Funnily enough, Daniel can’t tell if he feels better or not.
*
Daniel’s licking jam off his fingers when the door behind creaks open and warm hands trace up his sides. It startles him, his arm knocking into his teacup and sending it rattling in its saucer.
“Daniel, it’s just me,” Alexander soothes, mouth next to his ear, and Daniel’s racing heart begins to slow. “Are you okay?”
“Sorry, I didn’t expect you home already.”
He turns in his seat and finally gets a look at Alexander, who’s wearing crisp black trousers and a dark maroon shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Daniel isn’t afraid to admit that he looks good, very good.
“I might have left work a little early,” he says with a slight curl of his lips. “I couldn’t stop thinking about what I’d like to do to you.”
“And what would you like to do to me, Mr Brennenburg?”
Alexander twists his chair around, forcing Daniel to face him and with a loud gasp from Daniel, he grabs his hips and picks him up, setting him on an empty space of countertop.
“Everything that no one’s ever done to you before.”
“Is that a challenge?” Daniel teases, letting Alexander spread his legs to step closer.
“It’s a promise.”
Daniel wiggles in place as Alexander unfastens his trousers, tugging them down his legs along with his underwear. Daniel isn’t hard, but with a few good strokes from Alexander’s hand, he’s throbbing and pleading for more, but instead of carrying on, Alexander pushes him flat onto his back and leans over him, mouth trailing across Daniel’s hip. When his lips slide further down, Daniel begins to panic.
“What are you doing?” he asks, trying to sit up even as Alexander places a hand in the centre of his chest and holds him down. “You don’t have to do that.”
“But you’re allowed to do it to me?”
“It’s my job, Alexander.”
“So you don’t get any enjoyment from it? It’s just something you have to do?”
Daniel wets his mouth and pauses because he’d be lying if he said yes. It’s not at all true that he doesn’t get anything from giving pleasure. He enjoys watching people and the expressions they make when they’re at their most vulnerable. Apparently, Alexander can already sense his predicament because he nips at Daniel’s thigh and drags his mouth closer to Daniel’s cock, making it twitch with interest.
“Has anyone ever done this for you, Daniel?” he asks, breath blowing warmly against Daniel’s skin and Daniel shakes his head.
“No,” he gasps and it turns into a loud moan as Alexander’s lips wrap around the head of his cock, sucking it into the heat of his mouth. “Oh, fuck!”
He slides his hands into Alexander’s hair for a lack of anything else to hold onto and Alexander’s eyes never leave his as he sinks lower, taking almost Daniel’s entire length into his mouth. He feels like he’s going to come just from the feeling of Alexander’s throat, soft and wet around him.
“Christ, no wonder you guys like this,” he whines, dropping his head back against the countertop with a dull thud.
Alexander swallows and Daniel’s pretty sure he sees the meaning of life because he bucks upwards, unable to control his hips, and Alexander takes it all, even holding Daniel’s legs apart wider as though he wants more.
“I’ll be out of a job if anyone hears about you. N-not that you’d whore yourself out, of course, I just - ” he stammers until Alexander draws off him, flicking his tongue against the leaking slit of his cock.
“Daniel?” he says, and Daniel looks down at him, a faint noise escaping his mouth. “Shut up.”
Without another word, Daniel flops backwards and clings tighter to Alexander’s hair as he resumes, picking up the pace and turning Daniel’s breaths ragged. Alexander’s tongue slides along the underside of his cock, rubbing at the sensitive nerves just below the head and Daniel gasps and writhes beneath Alexander’s hands. He moans and tries to spread his legs even further apart, his skin dragging across the countertop and squeaking quietly.
“I can’t!” he sobs, head rolling one way and then the other in an effort to concentrate on something other than the feeling of Alexander’s mouth around him. “I’m gonna - ”
He can’t believe it himself when he comes, his body shaking and tensing through the pleasure, and he flushes all the way down to his toes.
“T-that’s never happened before,” he babbles, leaning up on one elbow and watching Alexander, praying that he isn’t mad for coming in his mouth without a proper warning. He pants, trying to catch his breath, and slowly untangles his fingers from Alexander’s hair. “I’m s-sorry, Alexander. I didn’t expect it to happen to soon; I would have warned you if I’d known.”
Alexander slowly pulls his mouth off of Daniel’s cock, sucking just hard enough to clean him as he goes and when the head pops out from between his lips, there’s no sign of any mess.
“D-did you just swallow that?” he asks, disbelief dripping from his words and Alexander smirks in response.
“Wasn’t I meant to?”
Daniel slides back down onto the countertop and stares at the ceiling, feeling as though he’ll wake at any moment and realise it’s all been a dream. Alexander chuckles and pats his thigh gently before tugging Daniel’s trousers back up as far as they’ll go. He leaves them unfastened, but Daniel can’t bring himself to care as he lies there entirely stunned. He hears the click of the kettle being put to boil and the soft clanking of Alexander moving around the kitchen, obviously making himself a cup of tea.
“You wouldn’t,” Alexander suddenly says as a non-sequitur and Daniel hums in tired confusion. There’s a pause as Alexander puts away the sugar and box of teabags, but then he continues. “You wouldn’t be out of a job, even if it meant I hired you for a long-term arrangement.”
Daniel blinks and lifts his head, glancing towards where Alexander’s standing, but he has his back to him and he eventually pours water into his cup and stirs gently, the spoon tapping quietly against the china. He wants to ask why? He wants to crawl inside Alexander’s brain and pick it to pieces, but Alexander just sets the spoon in the sink and turns away, moving towards the kitchen door.
“If you need me, I’ll be in the study.”
Daniel’s teeth clack as he finally shuts his mouth, nothing more than soft breaths escaping him. As the door clicks shut, he slides flat once more and covers his face with his hands, wondering how he always manages to get himself into the strangest situations.
*
« PART ONE // PART THREE »
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: 9,156 / 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.
They drive for what seems like an hour before finally rolling to a stop outside of a well-lit establishment that Daniel assumes is the restaurant. A valet worker opens the door for him and as he steps from the car, he feels immediately out of place amongst the men in expensive suits with pretty young women on their arms. There’s no doubt that anyone who looks at him will know he’s a fraud in clothes he couldn’t even afford to buy himself.
A hand on his lower back guides him forward and he turns his head, looking at Alexander in worry. Alexander meets his eyes and nods subtly.
“You have every right to be here, Daniel. Enjoy yourself. Just - ” he pauses as though trying to find the right words. “Remember that I must uphold my reputation. These men are clients of mine and you are my guest, but they aren’t afraid to go straight for the throat. If you’re uncomfortable just excuse yourself and lock yourself in the bathroom for a few moments, or take a walk around the patio. If anyone asks, tell them you are here with me and they will leave you alone.”
Daniel doesn’t know why Alexander is telling him this, but he does appreciate it, so he gives him a small smile and allows Alexander to usher him inside where it’s much warmer.
“Alex! Long time no see,” a man croons and it seems only Daniel catches the rolling of Alexander’s eyes, because the gentleman steps closer wearing a large grin not at all dissuaded.
“Forgive us, Mr Isaacs, we have guests waiting for us. Perhaps we can catch up another time.”
Without a word further, Alexander continues leading Daniel forward, not even glance over his shoulder at the man, who seems to lose all the wind in his sails and stands looking awkward and alone.
“Who was that?” Daniel whispers, wondering who on earth would have the nerve to call Alexander ‘Alex’, and Alexander pulls a face and takes them deeper into the restaurant.
“He’s staying with my uncle during his university’s summer holidays.”
“So he’s your nephew?”
“No, he’s my niece’s new partner, but as you can see, he’s not exactly well-mannered. I despise him.”
“I never would have known,” Daniel teases and Alexander actually smirks in response.
When they finally get beyond the foyer and approach the maître d’, the man smiles politely as though he recognises Alexander.
“Good evening, Mr Brennenburg,” he says. “Your guests are waiting at the usual table, if you would like to follow me.”
Alexander gently nudges Daniel behind him and Daniel knows which role he must play now. With his head held high, he pretends that for once he’s as rich as Alexander and can afford the luxury of eating out at fancy restaurants he can’t even pronounce the name of. The table they’re lead to is round and near the back of the restaurant, away from the noisier areas - just right for holding polite business conversations. Daniel attempts to step forward to pull Alexander’s chair out for him, but Alexander knocks him away, making it appear like an accident, but shooting Daniel a pointed look.
They’ll eat you alive, Daniel tells himself and tries not to meet anyone’s gaze as he seats himself, shuffling forward awkwardly. The server attempts to hand a menu to him, but Alexander reaches for it instead without a hint of remorse.
“My guest will have a glass of your best red and I’ll take the usual. Is everyone ready to order?” he asks with a glance around the table and everyone seems to nod or shrug, which seems to be the equivalent. “We’ll both have the chef’s special, thank you.”
Slowly the rest of the orders are taken and Daniel shifts uncomfortably in his seat, wondering if it’s too soon to try to escape already. As though he notices, one of Alexander’s hands lands on his knee under the table, squeezing as though for encouragement. He tries to inconspicuously shoot him a smile, but Alexander doesn’t seem to pay him any attention, too busy talking to a balding man across from him. The hand remains on his leg and Daniel reaches for the glass of water in front of him. It’s cool and calming and enough to ease his nerves for the moment.
However, when he sets it back down, the man to his left clears his throat to get his attention.
“I haven’t seen you here before,” he says as though it’s enough to start a conversation, but Daniel just nods politely.
“This is my first time.”
“Is it really?” the man teases with a wink and Daniel flushes. “How do you know Alexander then?”
Daniel fidgets with the table cloth, running through lies in his head to see which one sounds most plausible. However, when he opens his mouth, Alexander beats him to it.
“Daniel here works for me and it seems that for once I’ve found someone who’s good at what he does.”
Daniel tries his hardest to keep from blushing, but his cheeks still feel warm; he takes another sip of water to cool himself. He’s about to turn and ask the man what he does in return, but the hand on his knee moves higher up his leg, rubbing at his inner thigh. He thinks about clamping his legs shut, but instead, he slips his own hand under the table, resting it atop Alexander’s own. For just a moment, he imagines what it would be like if he tugged it up higher, letting Alexander palm him through his expensive trousers, letting himself come inside them like a school boy. Alexander squeezes gently and doesn’t move, not even when their drinks come. However, he does finally let go when the food arrives a while later, allowing Daniel to eat without distractions.
“This is incredible,” Daniel whispers to Alexander, not even caring that he still has half a mouthful and Alexander shoots him a look that’s mostly amusement.
“Just wait until dessert,” he murmurs back and the wine he’s been drinking gives him just enough buzz to allow him to laugh without care.
“Is that what you say to all your boys?”
Alexander suddenly looks cross, as though Daniel has once again managed to say the wrong thing and the end of dinner can’t come quick enough as Daniel eats in awkward silence, listening to everyone else talk around him. As soon as the plates have been cleared away, Daniel excuses himself, promptly locating the bathroom and making his way over. When he steps inside he finds it blissfully empty and he goes to the sink, running the water and cooling off his hands. Carefully, he wipes his wet fingers over his face and the relief draws a sigh from him. He shuts his eyes, soaks his hands once more, and then repeats the motion, slowly feeling more like himself again.
He reaches blindly for a paper towel to dry himself with, but as he reaches across, someone presses one into his hand for him. For a moment he thinks it’s Alexander, however, when he wipes his face and looks up, he finds himself face-to-face with the man he was sitting next to at the table.
“These functions always get me too, Daniel. You’re not alone.”
Daniel smiles politely, turns off the tap, and throws away the paper towel.
“Sorry, I know we’ve been chatting, but I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Weyer, Alexander’s book-keeper.”
Daniel shakes the man’s hand.
“It’s nice to meet you, Weyer. I should probably get back before Alexander thinks I’ve run off.”
“Leave a shoe behind, Cinderella, and he’ll find you eventually. Alexander’s a man of means. He gets what he wants.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that. It makes him resourceful.”
Weyer tilts his head and grins.
“He must love you. It’s hard to keep him happy, though it seems you don’t have any trouble there.”
Daniel’s smile falters as Weyer takes a step closer, his expression turning darker.
“How long has he been tupping you, boy?”
Daniel’s mouth falls open in surprise.
“Excuse me?”
“Alexander isn’t the only one with means, Daniel,” Weyer says, crowding him up against the sinks. “I’ve heard you’re his new little fuck-toy. When did he get you?”
“I think you’re mistaken. I’m just part of his house staff,” he lies, but Weyer just laughs.
“In his bed, perhaps? How much does he pay for a tight little hole like yours?” He vulgarly glances up and down Daniel’s body, sucking his teeth. “There’s no doubt that he bought those clothes for you, so underneath, you must just be some nasty little street-rat.”
He suddenly laughs and Daniel wishes he could take a step further away.
“Oh my god,” Weyer says, mouth curled into a sickening smile. “You’re one of Herbert’s boys, aren’t you? He went down there the other day for business. You’ve probably fucked half of London already. I hope Alexander doesn’t mind sloppy seconds.”
“I need to get back to the table,” Daniel says quietly, the shock of everything numbing his body, but Weyer slaps his palm against the wall, blocking Daniel’s escape route and Daniel blinks in fear.
“You’re not going anywhere, love. I think I’ll test you out myself.”
He reaches for his belt at the same time the bathroom door swings open and Daniel almost cries in relief to see Alexander standing in the doorway.
“Sorry, can you give us a minute?” Weyer asks without turning around. “We’re having a private conversation.”
Daniel meets Alexander’s gaze, his eyes watering in shame and in an instant Alexander steps forward and grabs Weyer by the back of his jacket, tugging him around to let him slam into the tiled wall behind. Weyer groans in pain and then in surprise when he realises it’s Alexander hovering over him.
“What on earth do you think you’re doing?” Alexander growls, his voice deathly even, and Weyer blinks, seeming unable to reply. “Would you like to end up like Fowler?”
His voice turns icy cold and Weyer’s face goes white in true terror.
“Please, Alexander, I swear I didn’t harm a hair on his head. I was just joking around with him. I’ll leave now if that’s what you want, but I didn’t do a thing to him. Please, you have to believe me!”
“Turn in your ledgers tomorrow,” Alexander hisses, hand curling around Weyer’s throat threateningly. “If I see your face again, you’ll be dead before you even realise it.”
Weyer whimpers and Alexander finally releases him, allowing him to scrabble for the door, fleeing from the room without looking back once. Without a word, Alexander locks the door and turns back towards Daniel.
“Who’s Fowler?” Daniel asks, but Alexander doesn’t seem to hear, too busy glancing up and down Daniel’s body, blatantly checking for marks.
“Did he touch you?” he asks and Daniel chooses to ignore him.
“Who’s Fowler?”
In an instant, Alexander curls Daniel’s tie around his knuckles, tightening until Daniel gasps in fright, genuinely concerned for his safety.
“Did he touch you?”
“No!” Daniel shouts, trying to shove Alexander away. “He didn’t do a fucking thing.”
Alexander seems to lose steam and he lets go of Daniel, but doesn’t step backwards just yet.
“Is this what I’ll have to put up with for the rest of the week? Your associates taking the piss and thinking they can cop a feel whenever they please? I am not some toy to be passed around until I break. Is that why you brought me here? For you entertainment? I - ” he’s about to continue when Alexander curls a hand behind his head and tugs him forward, sliding their mouths together roughly.
For a moment, Daniel forgets about everything and allows the kiss, tasting expensive whiskey on Alexander’s lips, but when his brain finally catches up a few seconds later, he pushes at Alexander’s shoulders, forcing him away. In a bout of anger, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, glaring at Alexander fiercely.
“This is done,” he snaps. “Whatever deal you made with Herbert is through. Take me home or I’ll find my own way back.”
Alexander blinks as though that’s the last thing he’s expected out of Daniel’s mouth, but Daniel just crosses his arms and holds his ground. Slowly, Alexander’s face darkens, his eyes losing all expression and his mouth forming one long line of disapproval.
“You think you’ll make it out there on a night like tonight, Daniel? You handled yourself so well with Weyer, there’s no way something can go wrong.”
The sarcasm drips off his words and Daniel knows two can play that game.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot I need a knight on a dazzling white horse to come and rescue me. I’m just a lowly maiden; how could I ever defend myself? You can’t even begin to know what I’ve dealt with before. Weyer was nothing compared. You don’t prosper in this profession by being soft, Mr Brennenburg.”
Without a word, he reaches into his pocket and tosses a switchblade onto the countertop, letting it clatter loudly in the silence. It actually seems to genuinely surprise Alexander and he stares at him carefully.
“Where did you get that?”
“I bought it after some guy broke my jaw in two places for not letting him and his mate fuck me at the same time. I know it’s probably a little hard to see from up on your high horse, but I can actually take care of myself.”
“Which is why you left Herbert so long ago,” Alexander snarls.
It’s a low blow, and if he’s reading Alexander’s expression correctly, he’s almost sure that’s regret on his face. However, it doesn’t stop him from throwing the first punch, landing it square across Alexander’s cheekbone. Pain flares along his knuckles and he shakes his hand out, cursing and hoping his skin hasn’t split, but Alexander doesn’t seem to know quite what to do. He reaches up for his face, not taking his eyes from Daniel’s own and Daniel suspects men have been killed over less when it comes to Alexander. Maybe that’s what happened to that Fowler bloke.
The silence drags on between them, the sound of nothing louder than anything either of them could possibly scream, and Daniel takes back his blade without a word. With Alexander still staring, he manoeuvres around him, making his way to the door and when he’s just reaching for the lock, a hand grabs his arm and tugs him back. In a whirl of colours, Daniel suddenly finds himself pinned against the outside wall of a bathroom stall, Alexander leaning over him, his breathing uneven.
“That’s it then? You want to go home and pretend this never happened?”
“Nothing has happened, Alexander. You won’t even touch me! Is there something wrong, or would you like some other whore to come and please you? I’m sure Herbert has plenty more for you to choose from.”
Alexander stares down at him, Daniel’s shoulders still pinned by his hands.
“Is that what you want?” he asks, crowding forward, one leg sliding between Daniel’s thighs. “You want something to happen?”
“Get bent,” Daniel suggests angrily as he struggles against the touch, even though part of him wants to see where Alexander will take it.
“You want me to hold your legs apart and fuck you like the whore you are, Daniel?”
Daniel stops fighting, his eyes wide as he looks up into Alexander’s face, trying to figure out if he’s joking or not, but he appears to be entirely serious. Daniel’s cheeks flare with heat and Alexander holds him against the wall harder, seeming to already know.
“Should I pin you down and fuck you until you’re raw and begging me to let you come? Is that how you like it?”
Daniel swallows, not trusting his voice, even as he opens his mouth.
“Yes,” he whispers soft enough that he’s not actually sure that Alexander hears him. When he glances up, Alexander’s eyes are dark and there’s no denying he’s heard the answer.
Alexander wets his mouth and blinks slowly, and when their eyes finally lock again, it’s as though they’re meeting for the first time in entirely different circumstances. Before Daniel can react, Alexander lifts him, carrying him to his sinks and dropping him onto the countertop.
“It’s true then, isn’t it? You can’t go a day without needing somebody’s cock inside you.”
Daniel nods, knowing there’s nothing else he can do as tears of shame fill his eyes, threatening to fall.
“You’re nothing but a common little whore, begging to be stretched open and fucked.”
Daniel nods again, a sob leave his mouth when he opens it.
“Please,” he mumbles, unable to meet Alexander’s gaze. “Teach me a lesson. Tell me who I belong to.”
Alexander grips Daniel’s wrists, lifting them above his head, and pinning them to the cool mirror behind.
“Who do you think owns you, Daniel?” Alexander murmurs, stepping in between Daniel’s open knees and spreading his legs further apart.
Daniel flexes his fingers, itching to touch the bruise blooming on Alexander’s face.
“You,” he whispers, shifting and lifting his hips, wanting more. “You own me.”
“And why do you think I was so angry at the thought of Weyer touching you?”
Daniel wants to say something like because you care about me, but what comes out is a little different.
“Because you don’t like people touching your property.”
Alexander leans in close, lips almost grazing his jaw.
“Very good, Daniel. Where should my property be?”
Daniel tilts his face into the warmth of Alexander’s breath and shuts his eyes.
“In your home.”
“In my bed,” he corrects and Daniel whimpers, struggling against Alexander’s grip and trying to free his hands so he can finally touch him. Alexander shushes him quietly and draws his head back. “I’m going to release you, Daniel, but there’s something I need you to do.”
Daniel nods, his mouth slack, and to his own ears he sounds drunk when he says, “Anything.”
For a second, Alexander pauses and stares at him.
“Be careful what you give away, Daniel,” he says, but there’s a teasing in his voice, unlike when they were arguing, and Daniel grins salaciously, earning a quiet noise from Alexander.
“Or else men like you will fall folly to my charm and pay for my services?”
Alexander tugs him off the counter, forcing him to stand on shaking legs, but he slides forward and presses himself against the length of Alexander’s body, easily slotting into all the open spaces.
“It’s lucky I don’t have to pay then, isn’t it?”
Alexander finally lets his hands go, but instead of allowing Daniel to pull him even closer, he steps back, putting distance between them. Daniel whines and Alexander actually laughs. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a mobile phone, passing it to Daniel, who takes it tentatively.
“I need you to call Heinrich and have him bring the car around. I will go and make excuses to my associates for our departure. You definitely feel hot with a fever,” he says, placing a palm on Daniel’s forehead. “I’m sure they’ll understand.”
Daniel smirks and begins searching through Alexander’s contacts for Heinrich’s number, while Alexander straightens his tie and jacket to make himself a little more presentable. Carding his fingers through Daniel’s hair, Alexander stoops and presses his face close to Daniel’s ear.
“Meet me outside,” he murmurs and Daniel’s sure he feels the hot, wet flick of a tongue against his jaw line.
Alexander unlocks the door and leaves without another word and Daniel hops back up onto the counter, phone to his ear. After two rings, Heinrich picks up.
“Mr Brennenburg?” he says, and Daniel knows he must sound breathless.
“Alexander wanted me to tell you to bring the car around. We’re leaving a little early tonight.”
“Of course, sir. I’ll be there in just a moment.”
“Thank you, Heinrich,” he says before ending the call and tucking the phone into his own inner pocket. He leaves the toilets and doesn’t dare glance over at their table in case he catches the eye of any of Alexander’s associates. Instead, he makes his way out into the foyer, hanging around near the door, waiting for Alexander to return. He’s only there for a minute or two before Alexander walks through, spotting him almost immediately and making his way over. With a hand on Daniel’s back, edging dangerously close to his arse, they step outside, Alexander guiding him to where he obviously knows Heinrich is waiting for them.
Heinrich opens the door for them, letting them duck inside before shutting it and getting back into the driver’s seat. Before he’s even pulled away from the kerb, Daniel slides into Alexander’s lap, knees either side of his waist as he stares down at him. With steady hands, he grips Alexander’s wrists, tugging them up and letting his fingers curl around his hips, right where Daniel wants them.
“Will you finally touch me now?” he asks with a tilt of his head.
“I’ve wanted to touch you since we first met,” Alexander admits softly. “I didn’t want you to see it as your job to let me.”
Daniel can’t help but grin.
“You want me to want you to touch me?” Alexander nods and Daniel frames his face with his hands. “Well, I want you to touch me.”
Before Alexander can respond, Daniel dips down to kiss him and Alexander makes a soft noise in the back of his throat and holds on tighter, kissing him with a talented mouth and a tongue that’s even more so. Daniel grinds against him, breathing into Alexander’s open mouth and loving the way Alexander seems to swallow down every sigh and sound. Alexander grips him until Daniel’s sure he’ll have bruises, but doesn’t voice a single complaint, just rocks against Alexander, listening to the soft rubbing of their suits.
As the car turns a sharp corner, Daniel presses a palm flat against the ceiling, keeping himself in place, while the other tangles into Alexander’s hair, slowly tugging the tie free to let long, ivory strands slip free. Alexander’s hands slide further around to the swell of his arse, fingers digging in perfectly, leaving Daniel’s body confused over whether it wants to roll forwards or backwards, needing both sources of pleasure. With a nip to Alexander’s bottom lip, Daniel pulls away, mouth thrumming in time to his heartbeat, and Alexander looks up at him expectantly.
“Forgive me,” Daniel whispers, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to the bruise on Alexander’s cheek and Alexander tips his face into the touch, sighing gently.
“I have a presentation to give tomorrow morning; you had better think up a good excuse for me.”
Daniel chews on his lip thoughtfully, thumb rubbing over the mark as he finds himself unable to look away.
“Fell out of bed? Tripped in the shower? Got punched by someone who should have known better?”
“That last one isn’t at all believable,” Alexander teases, carefully drawing Daniel into another slow kiss, stealing all the breath straight out of him. Daniel whimpers, feeling overwhelmed by Alexander’s fervour, but knows he wouldn’t have it any other way. For the first time, he’s found someone who believes in reciprocation and he’s smart enough to take advantage.
He lets his hand fall between their bodies, rubbing Alexander through his trousers, feeling where he’s beginning to harden and Alexander bucks up into the touch, almost banging Daniel’s head against the roof. Daniel ignores it, concentrating on sliding his fingers underneath Alexander’s belt and waistband, shoving his hand further down Alexander’s underwear until he feels the warm softness of the skin of his cock.
“How long until we get back?” Daniel asks and Alexander glances around him, obviously looking at his watch to judge the time.
“Ten minutes?” he guesses and Daniel groans unhappily. Not enough time to get Alexander off, but too much time for him to begin anything, unless they plan on finishing in the car overnight. Alexander lets out a low laugh and rubs Daniel’s sides. “Impatient?”
Daniel grinds down, knowing exactly where Alexander needs it, and watches his eyes droop with pleasure.
“Yes,” he mumbles close to Alexander’s ear to stop Heinrich from hearing. “It’s a long time when all I can think about is you pressing me down into your mattress and fucking me so hard and deep, I feel it for the rest of the week.”
Alexander grunts, sounding mildly surprised and rather turned on, and digs his fingers into Daniel’s thighs.
“Heinrich?” he says after clearing his throat, though he still sounds wrecked and Daniel’s more than a little pleased. “I believe we have an emergency. If you could go a little faster, it would be very much appreciated.”
Heinrich doesn’t answer, but Daniel feels the smooth acceleration of the car as it picks up even more speed and he muffles his laughter in Alexander’s collar.
“Five minutes,” Alexander mumbles and Daniel feels his voice vibrating against his nose.
“Do you always get what you want?” Daniel teases, pulling back enough to look Alexander in the eyes.
“Yes,” he says, voice low and eyes dark, and Daniel can’t help but lean in again, licking his way into Alexander’s mouth. Alexander holds him close and doesn’t once falter. Daniel slides his hands under Alexander’s jacket, feeling the warmth of his body through his shirt and for just a second he digs his nails in. Alexander’s ribs dip in under his palms as he sucks in a breath and Daniel huffs a laugh into his mouth. When he pushes his hips into Alexander’s own, he feels his arousal digging in, pressing a promise of what is to come against the soft skin of his belly.
“What do you want right now?” Daniel murmurs, leaving a trail of wet kisses along Alexander’s jaw and Alexander slides his fingers into Daniel’s hair and tips his head back. With a sharp hiss, Daniel wriggles in Alexander’s lap as Alexander digs his teeth into his throat and Daniel knows there’ll be a mark when he pulls away.
“Right now,” he whispers, licking and soothing Daniel’s neck, “I want you naked and ready in my bed. I want you face down and arse up, begging for my cock, like the little whore you are.”
“Yes,” Daniel hisses, drawing out the word. “I need you to fill me up. Pump me full of come and make me yours.”
He shuts his eyes, grinding down harder against Alexander, needing the friction, and Alexander all but slams them together for another kiss that warms Daniel all the way down to his toes. He distantly hears the low rumble of gravel under the tyres and he silently prays that it’s truly Alexander’s driveway. The car eventually slows, but before it has even stopped entirely, Alexander leans across and throws open the door, allowing Daniel to scramble out and tug at Alexander’s tie impatiently until he follows.
Together, they stumble their way through the open front door and up the stairs, Alexander briefly pausing to shove Daniel up against the wall and kiss him wetly. Daniel moans and writhes against him.
“Please,” he whispers, pushing at Alexander’s shoulder. “Your bedroom.”
Daniel yelps as his feet leave the floor, Alexander lifting him up and carrying him the rest of the way down the hall. Daniel curls his legs around his waist, using the position to grind against him and feel the hardness beneath his suit.
“C’mon,” he whines into Alexander’s ear. “Hurry up and fuck me.”
Before he knows it, Alexander’s dropping him onto the bed and following him down, crowding over him and leaving bruising kisses along his skin. He pushes at Alexander’s jacket, uncaring of the creases he puts into the fine material, too eager to get it off of him, but Alexander doesn’t seem to want to let him go long enough to slip out of it. He leaves it bunched around Alexander’s elbows and begins unbuttoning his shirt, yanking the tie out of his way to get to the buttons. He tugs the shirt tails out of Alexander’s trousers to reach the last few and then he pushes it over his shoulders to let it join the jacket.
Alexander finally pulls back, but doesn’t even look as he shrugs out of his clothes, sliding back on top of Daniel afterwards. He works on Daniel’s own shirt and tie, pulling so hard on the material that buttons actually pop off. Alexander obviously has more money than sense when it comes to buying new clothes. Eventually, Daniel ends up bare from the waist up and with a hand on Alexander’s shoulder he rolls them over, straddling Alexander’s waist and grinding down against him once more.
He trails his fingers up Alexander’s chest and gently rubs his thumbs over his nipples, noticing the way Alexander tracks his hands with his dark gaze. Slowly, he drags his palms down Alexander’s stomach and hooks his fingers around his belt, unbuckling it with practised ease. Daniel kneels up and Alexander lifts his hips as Daniel unfastens his trousers and tugs them and Alexander’s underwear down his legs, tossing them into a corner of the room. He moans at the sight of Alexander’s hard, leaking cock, wanting nothing more than to wrap his lips once more around it. However, Alexander rolls them back over, pinning Daniel down easily.
“Are you going to be a good boy, Daniel?” he asks as he unbuttons Daniel’s trousers, tugging them down and revealing his lack of underwear. He stops and stares for a moment, as though truly stunned. “You were like this the entire time?”
Daniel just nods and grins.
“I guess that means I’ve been naughty.”
Apparently, that seems to trigger something inside of Alexander because he suddenly turns serious and slides off of his legs.
“Get on your knees, Daniel,” he orders and his voice leaves no room for argument.
After a brief struggle to remove the rest of his clothes, Daniel shifts onto his stomach, sliding his knees underneath him to raise his arse into the air for Alexander to reach. He spreads his legs wide and looks back over his shoulder to gauge Alexander’s reaction; he seems a little stunned.
“When did you do this?” he asks, obviously meaning the wetness in and around Daniel’s entrance and Daniel hides his grin with his forearm.
“I was always taught to be prepared,” he teases and Alexander slaps his arse just hard enough for the crack to echo around the room.
“You must have been the best boy scout in your county.”
Daniel wiggles, earning himself another smack, which he moans at and moves his hands back to pull his cheeks apart.
“Fuck me,” he demands, knowing Alexander won’t be able to resist the sight of his tight pink hole, and it’s only a matter of seconds before Alexander reaches into his bedside for lube to slick himself up. With one hand gripping Daniel’s hip tightly, he nudges the blunt head of his cock against Daniel’s opening and Daniel presses back for more. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.”
“So impatient,” Alexander murmurs, pushing harder and letting only the tip pop inside.
Daniel gasps and moves his hands to clench at the sheets instead, his back arching in pleasure. He feels stretched in a way that actually feels good and for the first time in his career, he wants Alexander to slam into him and fuck him like he means it. When he tries to push himself back onto Alexander’s cock, Alexander tightens his grip and holds him steady, forcing him to remain in place.
“How much do you want this, Daniel?” Daniel swears in response and Alexander swats his buttocks. “I asked you a question.”
“Please,” he sobs out, voice raw. “Please fuck me. I need this so badly. I want you so badly.”
His words fade into a long hiss as Alexander sinks further inside him, sliding in slowly as though allowing him time to adjust to his width. A first, Daniel thinks, and appreciates every second as he bites his forearm to muffle his moans. He slips his other hand down his stomach, stroking himself to relax his muscles and allow Alexander inside and in a matter of moments, Alexander’s as deep as he can go, thighs flush against the backs of Daniel’s own. Alexander doesn’t move, but Daniel feels him throbbing inside, the heat of him almost overwhelming. He waits until he’s sure his body is stretched out enough and then he nudges backwards, clenching hard around Alexander’s cock.
“Fuck me open,” he whines, his fist still stroking his cock. “I’ll take it all.”
Without warning, Alexander pulls out, forcing a noise of surprise from Daniel, before he slams back in and Daniel sobs and pushes his face into the mattress below.
“Yes!” he cries, spreading his legs wider as Alexander begins thrusting into him in earnest, their bodies slapping together loudly, and Daniel has no doubt that he’ll be bruised all over after.
Alexander’s cock feels so good inside him and the thick head repeatedly rubs against his prostate with every slide in and out, and Daniel can’t help the way his own length drips precome everywhere. Above him, Alexander breathes heavily, his body soft and warm where it touches Daniel’s, and he seems to love it when Daniel pushes back against him because he gasps every time and slams in harder.
“How long have you - ah! - thought about fucking this tight hole, sir?” Daniel grinds out, uncaring that he sounds just as breathless as he feels.
Alexander’s thrusts lengthen, slowing slightly, but still just as hard, and fingers tangle into Daniel’s hair, tugging his head back, forcing him to glance back over his shoulder at him.
“How many men have you had inside you, Daniel?” he says, his voice rough. “How many of those men have actually given you what you need?”
Moans tumble from Daniel’s open mouth and he almost cries when Alexander pauses, cock buried deep inside him. Alexander pulls his hair, obviously waiting for his answer and Daniel knows he’s lost their game.
“None,” he gasps out. “You’re the only one to make me feel like this.”
“Make you feel like what?” Alexander asks, pulling his hips back slowly, letting Daniel feel the drag of his cock inside. When he pushes back in, Daniel lets out a long breath that sounds more like a whimper.
“Like I’m going to come.” Alexander stops again and, this time, Daniel pushes back, taking Alexander’s cock in deeper. “Please, don’t stop,” he begs, but Alexander doesn’t move and when he looks over his shoulder at him, he looks contemplative.
“Has no one ever reciprocated?”
Daniel shakes his head and moves his hips to make it feel as though Alexander’s still fucking him.
“It’s nothing; just keep going. Please.”
Before Daniel has time to complain, Alexander pulls the entire way out of him, leaving him feeling empty and frustrated. Without a word, Alexander rolls him over onto his back and tugs at his legs, sliding them over his shoulders.
“Where’s the fun if only one of us comes?” he asks as Daniel blinks up at him, unsure which one of them has gone insane.
“With all due respect, sir, I’m just a whore. It’s not about my pleasure.”
“You’re still a person, Daniel, and you can call me Alexander, unless that’s what gets you off. Perhaps I will just have to prove that you haven’t been with any respectable men before.”
“I could have told you that,” Daniel says with a wry smile, but suddenly finds himself unable to breath as Alexander pushes back inside him unexpectedly.
“We had better start making up for lost time.”
He resumes his unforgiving pace, hips slamming forward as Daniel clings to Alexander’s forearms, gasping for air. At the new angle, Alexander rubs against Daniel’s prostate even harder, and Daniel’s cock twitches against his stomach, begging to be touched.
“How close are you?” Alexander asks, resting his hand on Daniel’s waist, thumb hovering dangerously near to his cock.
Daniel can’t even answer, just whimpers and looks up at Alexander, brows pinched together and mouth wide open.
“Will you allow me to come inside you, Daniel?”
Daniel’s body tenses and he folds in on himself even more, the head of his cock rubbing against his own skin tantalisingly.
“Oh god,” he whines, nodding his head until his teeth clack. “Do it; make it drip out of me.”
Alexander already seems to know what’s about to happen, because he slides his palm over Daniel’s cock and strokes him firmly. Daniel doesn’t even last five strokes before he tightens his legs over Alexander’s shoulders and comes hard, vision whiting out with the pleasure of it all.
“Yes, yes, yes!” he cries out, enjoying the way Alexander slides into his clenched hole, and apparently so does Alexander because he shoves himself forward as far as he can and shudders violently. Daniel feels him twitching inside, knowing he’s pumping him full of come and Daniel’s cock gives another jolt of interest, as though he hasn’t just spent himself. He meets Alexander’s gaze and Alexander pushes Daniel’s hair out of his face with a gentle hand, leaning down to drag his lips against Daniel’s own. Daniel moans softly into his mouth and doesn’t complain when Alexander eventually collapses on top of him and his legs slide off of his shoulders, falling heavily to the mattress.
“Jesus Christ,” Daniel mutters when Alexander finally draws his mouth away and rolls over, pulling out of Daniel’s body with a low noise.
“I told you to call me Alexander,” he jokes and in his tired and sated state, Daniel actually laughs. His body seems so bereft of touch now that Alexander has moved, and when he shifts, he feels come starting to slide out of him. With a gentle hiss, he slides over the side of the bed and makes his way across the room, spotting a door that most likely leads to the ensuite.
“Where are you going? You don’t have to return to your room if you don’t want to.”
“I’m just going to clean up,” Daniel says with a hand between his legs, stopping the come from running down his thighs. “You made rather a mess of me.”
Even from halfway across the room Daniel sees Alexander’s satisfied grin. Daniel turns away, hiding his own smile and shuts the door behind him.
Alexander’s bathroom is even more luxurious than Daniel’s own, which is quite a feat, but upon searching through the cupboards, he finds a flannel, which he wets and carefully washes himself with. He takes a look at himself in the mirror, noticing his disarray hair and the bruises and marks littering his skin. There’s a particularly red bite on his throat and he traces his finger over it, drawing in a sharp breath at the soreness. However, he can’t help but admire them and their starkness against his pale skin. With a quiet sigh, he tosses the used flannel in the wash basket near the door and makes his way back into the bedroom.
The lights are already off when he steps through, and Daniel can only just make out the shape of Alexander underneath the thick duvet. For a brief moment, he thinks about what Alexander had said and wonders if he would complain if he slipped into bed beside him, but eventually his paranoia wins out and he makes his way over to the door, knowing it’s a safer bet. He’s just reaching for the handle when Alexander grunts and rolls over.
“Is my bed not good enough?” he asks, and Daniel freezes as though he’s been caught red-handed. Alexander lets out a deep, rumbling chuckle and shifts again. “Get over here and warm the other side of this bed up.”
Daniel swallows and slowly moves away from the door, walking to the unoccupied space on the bed. When he’s close, Alexander flips the corner of the blankets down and Daniel quickly crawls under, unsure about whether he should shuffle closer for more warmth or not. In the end, he’s given no choice as hands slide down his body and gently turn him onto his side, allowing Alexander to slip in behind him, knees drawn up against Daniel’s own.
Alexander sighs softly, his breath ruffling Daniel’s hair, and Daniel nestles back against him. With a hand spread out across Daniel’s stomach, Alexander presses his mouth to the edge of Daniel’s jaw and then falls still. Daniel slides his hand over Alexander’s own and in a matter of moments, falls into an easy sleep.
*
He doesn’t know what time it is when he awakens, but the mattress shifts below him and the warmth at his back disappears. He mumbles sleepily, rolling over as his hands search for any source of heat he can find, and he faintly hears a laugh rumbling from overhead. Fingers card through his hair and a soft mouth presses against his cheek before sliding towards his ear.
“I have business to attend to,” Alexander says softly. “I’ll be back in the afternoon. Go back to sleep.”
With one last kiss, Alexander draws away and Daniel can’t help but follow his command, nestling back into the pillows and breathing in Alexander’s scent.
*
Daniel gets up and washes sometime in the late morning, his body aching pleasantly. When he emerges from Alexander’s shower, the clothes scattered about the floor have been picked up and Daniel wonders idly if there’s a camera in the room that Philip watches in order to know when it’s safe to tidy up. The bed has new sheets, though the only reason he notices is because a neat pile of his clothes sits atop the duvet, waiting for him.
He dresses and makes his way downstairs, unsure what he’s meant to do without Alexander there. However, he finds Philip in the kitchen writing out a shopping list and he doesn’t look at all surprised to find Daniel standing in the doorway. In fact, he gestures to cup and saucer on the side and a plate of jam-covered toast.
“I took the liberty, sir,” he says and Daniel doesn’t hesitate before taking a seat on the nearest barstool and sipping tentatively at the steaming tea.
“Thank you, Philip,” he begins, “I don’t mean to - ”
He gets cut off by the soft ringing of the telephone and Philip quickly answers it.
“Brennenburg residence; this is Philip speaking.”
There’s a long pause, obviously while the person on the other end chats away, however, Philip seems to tense and he glances at Daniel in uncertainty.
“Of course, sir. He’s right here.”
He holds the receiver up and with a blink of surprise Daniel stands up and takes it from him.
“Hello?” he asks tentatively, wondering who on earth would be calling him. He wonders briefly if it might be Alexander calling to check in and hope flairs in his chest, until the caller finally speaks.
“Daniel?” comes a tinny voice and Daniel knows without a doubt who it is.
“Herbert?”
“Who else would be calling you? Your boyfriend?” Herbert lets out a nasty laugh then gets straight to the point. “You better be giving Alexander what he wants, you fucking slut. Let him fuck you twice as much and tell him it’s to pay off part of my debt. That’s the only thing you’re good for, after all. Give him the best he’s ever had and make him forget about me, else I’ll make you pay, and trust me, I will. I’ve done it in the past, Daniel, remember that.”
“How did you get this number?” Daniel murmurs, keeping his eyes downcast as though Herbert’s actually in the room.
“I do business with Alexander, you little shit; how else do you think? Not all of us suck cock for a living.”
Daniel’s body goes numb as Herbert’s threat settles in and he swallows, his mouth suddenly dry.
“Remember what I said, Daniel, or I’ll put you back in the hospital.”
The line goes dead, but Daniel remains frozen, the phone pressed against his ear as he breathes unevenly. Without a word, he drops to his knees, throat tightening, the air stuck somewhere in between his mouth and his lungs.
“Sir?” Philips asks, worry clear in his voice. “Daniel? What’s the matter?”
He takes the phone from Daniel’s loose grip and sets it aside as he rubs between Daniel’s shoulders, and Daniel shudders, but still can’t breathe, his panic attack taking control of his body. He slides his fingers into his hair, pulling roughly and trying to ground himself, but he can’t stop the tears of horror sliding down his face.
“Who was that man, Daniel?”
A faint noise escapes him and he finally draws in a breath, his head spinning uneasily.
“Oh god,” he whispers, dragging his hands down to cover his face.
“Do you need me to call Mr Brennenburg, Daniel?”
Daniel suddenly grabs Philip’s arm, clinging tightly.
“No, please! He can’t know!”
With his free hand, Philip flattens Daniel’s hair, rubbing at his scalp soothingly and hushing him softly.
“I won’t tell him if you don’t want me to, Daniel; it’s okay.”
Daniel shifts forward, sliding into Philip’s arms and pressing his face against his shoulder.
“Thank you. I’m sorry. I hate him.”
“Alexander isn’t so bad once you get to know him, Daniel. Though I know your circumstances are slightly different.”
“No, not Alexander,” Daniel says with a wet sniff. “He’s treated me well. The guy on the phone; h-he owns me.”
Philip pushes at his chest, forcing him back as he wipes Daniel’s face with his sleeve.
“He won’t if Alexander has anything to say about it. Talk to him, Daniel. He not as bad as you might think. He could help you.”
Daniel shakes his head.
“It’s one of Alexander’s business associates. He can’t go against someone he works with.”
Philip clears his throat quietly and slowly helps Daniel to his feet, urging him back onto the barstool.
“I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but Alexander had a business partner once called Fowler.”
“Fowler?” Daniel asks, thinking hard about the name before it dawns on him; it’s the one Alexander threatened Weyer with in the restaurant the night before.
“They worked together almost every day, but eventually Fowler found a young man, not unlike yourself, to keep him happy. Except, it turned out that Fowler hadn’t treated him very well and the boy escaped, appearing at Alexander’s door one night, covered in bruises, with a fair few broken bones. Alexander hadn’t taken kindly to it and after getting the man medical attention, he spoke with him about what had happened. I never found out what had truly happened, but the next day there was a report that Fowler was found half-dead in a ditch near his home.”
Daniel’s mouth falls open in shock.
“It was Alexander that put him there?”
Philip shrugs.
“The police never found the culprit, but Alexander had been livid the night he’d helped Fowler’s boy, cursing Fowler’s name and swearing he’d make him pay.”
“All of that just for some rentboy?”
“I told you Alexander wasn’t a bad man, Daniel.”
“I never doubted it, Philip,” Daniel murmurs, meeting his gaze.
“He’s been good to you, hasn’t he?”
“Better than anyone else before,” Daniel says with a sigh, dropping his head to his hands.
Philip touches his shoulder gently and rubs slowly.
“Eat some toast. He’ll be home soon. He won’t let that man do anything to you, Daniel, but you have to tell him, or he won’t even know. I have to get back to work, but I’ll be around if you need me.”
Daniel glances over his shoulder at him and conjures a smile.
“Thank you,” he says quietly. “Truly, I appreciate it.”
Philip squeezes his arm and turns away, slipping out of the room without another word. Funnily enough, Daniel can’t tell if he feels better or not.
*
Daniel’s licking jam off his fingers when the door behind creaks open and warm hands trace up his sides. It startles him, his arm knocking into his teacup and sending it rattling in its saucer.
“Daniel, it’s just me,” Alexander soothes, mouth next to his ear, and Daniel’s racing heart begins to slow. “Are you okay?”
“Sorry, I didn’t expect you home already.”
He turns in his seat and finally gets a look at Alexander, who’s wearing crisp black trousers and a dark maroon shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Daniel isn’t afraid to admit that he looks good, very good.
“I might have left work a little early,” he says with a slight curl of his lips. “I couldn’t stop thinking about what I’d like to do to you.”
“And what would you like to do to me, Mr Brennenburg?”
Alexander twists his chair around, forcing Daniel to face him and with a loud gasp from Daniel, he grabs his hips and picks him up, setting him on an empty space of countertop.
“Everything that no one’s ever done to you before.”
“Is that a challenge?” Daniel teases, letting Alexander spread his legs to step closer.
“It’s a promise.”
Daniel wiggles in place as Alexander unfastens his trousers, tugging them down his legs along with his underwear. Daniel isn’t hard, but with a few good strokes from Alexander’s hand, he’s throbbing and pleading for more, but instead of carrying on, Alexander pushes him flat onto his back and leans over him, mouth trailing across Daniel’s hip. When his lips slide further down, Daniel begins to panic.
“What are you doing?” he asks, trying to sit up even as Alexander places a hand in the centre of his chest and holds him down. “You don’t have to do that.”
“But you’re allowed to do it to me?”
“It’s my job, Alexander.”
“So you don’t get any enjoyment from it? It’s just something you have to do?”
Daniel wets his mouth and pauses because he’d be lying if he said yes. It’s not at all true that he doesn’t get anything from giving pleasure. He enjoys watching people and the expressions they make when they’re at their most vulnerable. Apparently, Alexander can already sense his predicament because he nips at Daniel’s thigh and drags his mouth closer to Daniel’s cock, making it twitch with interest.
“Has anyone ever done this for you, Daniel?” he asks, breath blowing warmly against Daniel’s skin and Daniel shakes his head.
“No,” he gasps and it turns into a loud moan as Alexander’s lips wrap around the head of his cock, sucking it into the heat of his mouth. “Oh, fuck!”
He slides his hands into Alexander’s hair for a lack of anything else to hold onto and Alexander’s eyes never leave his as he sinks lower, taking almost Daniel’s entire length into his mouth. He feels like he’s going to come just from the feeling of Alexander’s throat, soft and wet around him.
“Christ, no wonder you guys like this,” he whines, dropping his head back against the countertop with a dull thud.
Alexander swallows and Daniel’s pretty sure he sees the meaning of life because he bucks upwards, unable to control his hips, and Alexander takes it all, even holding Daniel’s legs apart wider as though he wants more.
“I’ll be out of a job if anyone hears about you. N-not that you’d whore yourself out, of course, I just - ” he stammers until Alexander draws off him, flicking his tongue against the leaking slit of his cock.
“Daniel?” he says, and Daniel looks down at him, a faint noise escaping his mouth. “Shut up.”
Without another word, Daniel flops backwards and clings tighter to Alexander’s hair as he resumes, picking up the pace and turning Daniel’s breaths ragged. Alexander’s tongue slides along the underside of his cock, rubbing at the sensitive nerves just below the head and Daniel gasps and writhes beneath Alexander’s hands. He moans and tries to spread his legs even further apart, his skin dragging across the countertop and squeaking quietly.
“I can’t!” he sobs, head rolling one way and then the other in an effort to concentrate on something other than the feeling of Alexander’s mouth around him. “I’m gonna - ”
He can’t believe it himself when he comes, his body shaking and tensing through the pleasure, and he flushes all the way down to his toes.
“T-that’s never happened before,” he babbles, leaning up on one elbow and watching Alexander, praying that he isn’t mad for coming in his mouth without a proper warning. He pants, trying to catch his breath, and slowly untangles his fingers from Alexander’s hair. “I’m s-sorry, Alexander. I didn’t expect it to happen to soon; I would have warned you if I’d known.”
Alexander slowly pulls his mouth off of Daniel’s cock, sucking just hard enough to clean him as he goes and when the head pops out from between his lips, there’s no sign of any mess.
“D-did you just swallow that?” he asks, disbelief dripping from his words and Alexander smirks in response.
“Wasn’t I meant to?”
Daniel slides back down onto the countertop and stares at the ceiling, feeling as though he’ll wake at any moment and realise it’s all been a dream. Alexander chuckles and pats his thigh gently before tugging Daniel’s trousers back up as far as they’ll go. He leaves them unfastened, but Daniel can’t bring himself to care as he lies there entirely stunned. He hears the click of the kettle being put to boil and the soft clanking of Alexander moving around the kitchen, obviously making himself a cup of tea.
“You wouldn’t,” Alexander suddenly says as a non-sequitur and Daniel hums in tired confusion. There’s a pause as Alexander puts away the sugar and box of teabags, but then he continues. “You wouldn’t be out of a job, even if it meant I hired you for a long-term arrangement.”
Daniel blinks and lifts his head, glancing towards where Alexander’s standing, but he has his back to him and he eventually pours water into his cup and stirs gently, the spoon tapping quietly against the china. He wants to ask why? He wants to crawl inside Alexander’s brain and pick it to pieces, but Alexander just sets the spoon in the sink and turns away, moving towards the kitchen door.
“If you need me, I’ll be in the study.”
Daniel’s teeth clack as he finally shuts his mouth, nothing more than soft breaths escaping him. As the door clicks shut, he slides flat once more and covers his face with his hands, wondering how he always manages to get himself into the strangest situations.
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