Internship (page 5)
This is a role play, not written by me in any way, shape or form. A friend of mine has requested that it be documented and this RP does not belong to me at all. I will leave it here until such time as the story is transferred elsewhere, then it will be deleted. DO NOT COPY ANY OF THIS FOR YOUR OWN.
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Was this playful banter? David’s brows met to wonder what had just transpired between Julian and him. Even more so, he wondered as to why he’s so affected by the little things that are quite casual in his nightlife; people calling him Daddy, people and their flirtatious taunts to get him riled up, the lot. Shaking his head with a soft chuckle as he walked to the back of the car, once it has parked. “I’ve had my things brought, sweeth-, Julian.” He had to literally bite his lip to hush himself of his usual generosity in doting everyone with terms of endearment. It would be hard and it definitely would not be permanent, but if he intends to make it through the night not as a bitch in heat, he’d have to shape up.
He wasn’t exactly hungry or anything, but he’d need to eat. “I’ll have what you’ll have, my love.”David froze as eyes soared to the sky; cheeks flamed, realizing his demise. The Duke only hoped Julian didn’t hear the last part. How he’d work himself around to avoid uttering tags would be one great of a woe, indeed.
“They’re still knocked out.” He announced, swaying the thought away. The doors opened with arms hooked on both handles. “All of them.” They were drunk, unconscious, stoned and probably had already been fucked senseless. By now and by the Duke’s estimation, they’d most likely wake by tomorrow morning with angsty hangovers and a whole lot of noise.
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In his own studies and numerous ones they had been, Julian found that the more comfortable you were with someone immediately, the less likely it was that you would ever remain together. Being uncertain and questioning, now there was something that he’d learned made up for a good part of stronger relationships, whether it be platonic or otherwise. It didn’t always end up this way, but italmost always did and that was enough for him to have left the studies and moved on to other things.
Dragging out the first two men and strapping them to their gurneys, Julian had caught the slip up, but the fact that it had been changed to his name at the last moment did not enthuse him and he lost interest momentarily to focus upon the task at hand.
“You may take your things upstairs with you,” Julian spoke to David briefly, wheeling the first man inside and locking him down onto the ground floor. The second man was to be upon the second floor and so on. Julian wanted each of them to believe the they were the only one locked in the building, as each floor was sound proofed from the next.
He needed them to feel isolated and alone, abandoned without hope. It was important, otherwise this whole venture would never work.
“I do appreciate all of this, David,” Julian spoke again, as they moved the fourth man into a cell upon the fourth floor, “I hope you realize that.” Eyes cast to seek confirmation, connecting briefly before flicking back to the slumbering man now safely locked into his confines.
“Alright,” Julian spoke softly, watching David catch himself a little too late this time and he was unable to help himself but smile, “I do hope Daddy enjoys pizza.” It was quick and convenient, no mess and easily disposed of without taking anything out of the box except the slice one desired to eat.
“Do you have any favorite.. toppings?” Julian wondered, sly smirk in place and innocently wide eyes seeking a response, bottom lip pulled in to the left side and chewed upon in silent contemplation, one brow lifted as he waited.
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“Thanks.” David was never one for compliments; it made him a complete hermit. One part proud of bursting colors and craft, the other easily dull and would shy back into its shell. Then again, words sweet were that of his work and his fashion; how astounding a certain concert or number was, how mysterious his paintings were, how peculiar and breathtaking his fashion sense was, and how handsome the Duke turned out to be (in comparison to his previous work, Ziggy Stardust; the glamorous ambiguity.)
He hooked the bag over himself and drew it over his back, assisting Julian with whatever he needed; pushing the gurneys to wherever he would instruct him to or locking the belt straps over Julian’s new set of toys.
“Oh, d..d, don’t. Please, don’t.” Mismatched eyes sought the vicinity, turning his attention into anything that would easily sway them both of the pleasantries. He appreciated Julian’s openness and found it rather sweet that the gesture was truly appreciated, but there still was the kiss to be dealt with. He didn’t know whether he demanded or needed an explanation, or was preying on any opportune moment to pop the question and the Duke would just melt away to dust. David, wishing he could just vanish into tiny particles so the situation arrived, felt a bit paranoid. He didn’t like bad blood with anyone; if he could explain himself, he normally would. It just so happens that this is one the very few things words fail to portray its message.
Despite his pale complexion, David’s face grew red; his ears, his cheeks, and his eyes couldn’t still themselves towards the smiling, brunette. He was losing; the battle of power had begun and is swiftly eating him out alive. But the Duke was never one to lose so boldly without a fight. But how, he wondered. The Duke’s curiosity as to what would break dear Julian is no more than just theneed to know, it had become a craving desire it seems.
Dragging the bag very gently to cover himself; an obvious display of Julian’s victor for the evening, David bit onto lips quivering with restraint. “Julian, my darling,” David mused in words soft, sincere and sweet, eyes lost within the universe that held Julian’s own, he pressed on, leaning just a little bit closer, examining Julian’s wicked grin. “I’d answer you honestly of what I want, but you mightfind that less appetizing.”
David withdrew from their close propinquity bit his index finger; shimmying the his excitement with pain; of which clearly, was not helping.
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Julian nodded, compliments did not come easily from him and he found it difficult to express how he felt, which is why he chose such a medium of art in the first place. His eyes were wide with wonder at David’s sudden stammering, pleading for Julian not to give him the deserved compliments and Julian then withdrew. Such a thing was difficult enough for him to utter out loud, then to have it rejected was akin to throwing mud in his face. Julian stepped back, gaze averted and tugged absently at the bandage on his left forearm, unsure of what to say and thus he said nothing at all. So be it.
“Is something wrong, David?” Julian asked, picking up the phone and toying with it in his hands idly. He looked to the panel on the wall, reaching out to lower the temperature because David was looking to be quite like he may just have a fever of some sort. This did not bode well with Julian, he couldn’t have his subjects getting ill or his findings would be tainted.
Julian inclined his head as David drew closer, taking a step away in order to withdraw but only meeting his back with the wall. The strange way in which David responded to his question was very curious indeed, Julian furrowed his brow slowly as he was getting quite the mixed array of signals from the pale blonde. Julian liked to be absolutely certain of things, he baited David time and again and yet he was still no closer to knowing.
David stepped back and Julian startled as the phone dropped onto the floor, snapping him out of it as he stared down at the object, as if he wasn’t sure what it was just then or how it had managed to get there. He was tugging at the bandage again, an absent habit that was like a comforting vice of sorts, something to do when his hands were not busy but he needed to be careful with the overly sensitive wound, it had scarred and healed very close to the nerve endings in his arm.
“So,” he said with a swift lift of his dark gaze, hair covering most of his face and not bothering to collect the phone just yet, “sausage and mushroom alright?”
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David is highly receptive to details; the slightest twitch, the faintest sound, and even the sudden change of expressions made him feel paranoid and accountable. Always thinking that he might have said or done something out of bounds and is obliged to explain himself or at the very least, keep himself from any bad blood. Julian’s sudden drop made his stomach clench; he didn’t want to cut him off or appear smug about being complimented. He just couldn’t do well with compliments offstage that it’d cause him more turmoil than he already is facing. He wanted to explain and badly apologize if he had caused him discomfort but it proved quite difficult to handle empathy and acertain craving of flesh both at the same time.
David caught Julian tug onto what appears to be a hidden fabric or gauze of sort; all the more questions formed whether Julian had been swayed by addiction, heroin or something, in the past. That, or maybe had been in an accident of sort. Hoping that the sight of injury would bend his mind off lewd intentions, the sight of mess seems to overpower the said attempt.
The cards were laid out yet again; a slight misstep at the Devil’s Nest should be conquered and taken into full account. The Duke was in control; at least, that much registered in mind.
Unhooking the bag off his body, he took a huge step forward. David grabbing Julian’s wrist, yanking it in his direction; fully exposing what piqued his curiosity. He wanted to know what it was. Albeit privy and rude, Julian had caused him a great deal of frustration and he will have his way.His thumb, at close proximity, kneaded the bandage as if tracing whatever it was that he kept hidden; slow, gentle strokes almost sensual by nature. Completely ignoring Julian’s question, he merely replied somewhat concerned of Julian making himself bleed or whatever injury it was, irritated. “Don’t.Not too hard, babe.”
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Julian’s breath was catching in his throat, his mind conflicted with inner turmoil and fogged with uncertainty. He was shaken from his lofty perch and the tables had suddenly turned. His nerve had somewhat failed him, the rejection of his compliment has subdued the fire within and left him somewhat vulnerable, a little hurt perhaps and needing to please or make it up somehow..
Anger and torment flashed in his eyes as David took up his wrist, Julian hadn’t even been aware he was touching the bandage until it was pulled from his prying fingertips. He sucked in a hiss through clenched teeth at the sensitive flesh being gripped onto just slightly, revealing just how close to the nerve endings he had cut into the flesh.
“No,” he gave an almost inaudible plea, his knees visibly buckling as the thumb swept over the hidden, ghastly wound.
Quickened heart rate and sharp breaths gave warning of how he might respond, he was either going to react violently to hide what he felt or lose his cool in another way. His breath shook as he felt his heart in his throat, a trembling, low moan escaped his parted lips and his eyes could not leave that stroking thumb.
“Please,” he whispered, breathless. But, please what? Keep going? Stop? He wanted both..
He tore his gaze from the thumb, finally to meet with David’s eyes and a trickle of perspiration slid down one side of his face. His hands were quaking somewhat, Julian.. gulped.. Eyes wide, now staring with intent directly and unabashedly at David’s lips. His right arm snaked around David’s thin waist, hand wandering down to firmly grasp the shapely buttocks and give no clearer signal than that as to what he was asking for now..
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The Duke’s initial plan was to simply pry his arm off from being irritated by Julian’s excessive need to gnaw at it with his fingers. Of course, he wanted to see what lay beneath the bandage that coveted Julian’s attention; for someone who studied junkies, it was imperative to know his reason. Was he also one? Was he searching to cure the cravings of a drugged life? What was it?
David watched Julian succumb into a languor trance with great interest; sneering deviously at the now pleading man. Enthralled by the idea of unveiling one’s darkest desires by the mere touch of intrusive fingers, an overwhelming sense of godly euphoria streamed through his veins; dominance, control, supremacy, power.
“Please what?” The Duke teased, a delicate brow rose at the question. He’d be lying if he’d say he wasn’t enjoying every second of seeing Julian break off character; in fact, this was becoming more exhilarating than the petty ticket - kiss. Though the thought of it once more, brought the Duke a familiar lump on his throat. Tugged abruptly against Julian’s firm stance, his hand seeking to unleash a commanding grasp over his cheek; an attempt to overthrow the reign of the Duke or merely, Julian giving into his own needs.
David allowed himself be dragged against Julian; the rasp, breathless plea had gotten him rock hard. He was dying to see what Julian was capable of; what he’d do, what he’d say, and how he’d go about taking care of business. David hooked his thumb under the bandage, constantly flipping until the binds would come off and reveal the Duke’s deathly treat. Elongated fingers and their expertise in guitar strummed meticulously over the soon - to - be exposed area; soft - flesh tips fondled the area with calculated and refined touch. Hauling Julian’s arm close for further inspection, like a bass guitar held upright to a jazzy beat; his spare hand gathered a handful of stray locks, pushing Julian’s head against the wall to better meet those temptatious eyes of his.
“Please, what?” David reiterated his query, purposely dragging hot breath over the now bare, scarred flesh; eyes staring relentlessly at Julian’s. What is that you want, Julian? What will you do?
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It was an intimate fear of Julian’s to lose his sense of control, he was always the one holding all of the cards and to have lost it in his own home, the one place he ultimately reigned supreme, it made his entire body rack with shudders. There was something that broke through everyone, Julian had his weaknesses as did anyone else and normally he would not have had the bandage exposed but he’d had to roll up his sleeves part of the way to move the men inside. Otherwise, they might have woken at some point and he did not wish to have throw-up on his clothes. For this, he would burn them and he quite liked what he was wearing.
As the sudden realization that he was now the one in control here dawned upon David, Julian could only react as the situation was taken advantage of. When one had a particular weakness exposed, one had to trust that the other would not use it against them in any way but Julian had been pressing David’s buttons from the moment they’d met, his response was only to be expected. His teeth clenched as David began to remove the bandage, nobody touched that and yet here he was, just letting it happen.
He failed to answer the question, because he didn’t know the answer. His attempt to stop David hadn’t worked, distraction was usually a good way to get prying eyes away from something Julian wanted to keep concealed, intimidation, fear.. But the stubborn man continued, as a dog with a bone, until the hideously scarred flesh was exposed. Julian didn’t look at it, this was quite possibly the only artwork that disgusted even himself after it was all said and done, hence the bandage like a sheet to cover an embarrassing scultpure. It was not needed but for Julian’s own peace of mind.
Julian felt his head touch the wall, heart thumping madly and eyes flashing with outrage and discomfort at being thrown off his pedestal and his position of power being swept out from under him like a rug. He hadn’t really had this happen before, he knew the area was over-sensitive to pain but this gentler touch certainly revealed to him quite another sensation indeed. Eyes locked with David’s now, his disgusting secret exposed and lifted to a point where Julian was quite unable to not gaze upon it and he grimaced at the sight of the thing. David’s breath swept over the surface, pricking his body now with gooesbumps as he shivered pleasurably.
Julian was not in his element and yet he was right here at home, he was equally disturbed as he was fascinated at being brought to his knees so swiftly. He was enraged and curious all in one, but how to answer the question? He was shaken, rattled and now he was exposed, he was going to respond with fight or flight, adrenaline making his body quake now as he feared what might happen. Damn, Julian was not at all pleased with this unexpected turn of events but, as they say, play with fire and you must expect to get burned.
His constant attempts to pull back the arm was met with a tighter grip, just a little each time but enough to let Julian know it wasn’t going to be allowed.
Furiously his face burned now, hot as David’s had been moments before and he made no attempts to cover anything standing out right then, whatever was the use? It was no secret anymore, nobody was going to be fooled by it if he did try it anyway. The urge to hide his arm however, was far stronger and he kept trying to pull it back every so often without success. Unravelled and somewhat spooked, for lack of a better word, Julian was unable to answer for a time and when he did, it was quite likely the first thing that had come to mind and yet had taken this long to finally emerge from his lips.
“Upstairs, not here,” he spoke with breathless yet firm tone, gaze flicking briefly to a large, metal door across the room that led downstairs, despite not meaning to. Julian was not without his fans, many of whom were quite as insane as people deemed Julian to be himself after he’d publicly dissected his own arm for the world to see, televised in every country and his words translated into every language as he talked them through his reasons for doing this.
So of course, he would need somewhere to take such begging and pleading women and men alike. Julian looked back to David’s eyes, avoiding to look directly at the offensive wound or the door that led down to his own den of sin. He had quite a scene down there, Julian’s secret, not so secret little Domme/Master dungeon..
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Hips bucked against hips and whatever lay in between was clearly a protruding trespass; not that the Duke minded. In fact, David prided himself source of Julian’s unexpected revelation. As he weakened under David’s touch, hot desires burned hungrily within his frame; oh how delightful it would be to just ravage this now weakened ocelot.
It drove him lusting madly to see Julian crack even further; a conundrum after another. Julian’s eyes betraying his tongue, uttering such conflicting directions while presenting a contradicting craving. His own not leaving Julian’s breathless stature, knees dodged, forcing David to further press onto him so Julian does not fall. Lips had gone dry thirsty to be casted upon his tempting neck; to nip, bite, suckle and lick. The fortress of his own, slowly, gradually crumbling before this delectable prey of which he towered upon.
His tongue darted out, caressing its moist, soft, muscular entity along the length of Julian’s cut; not even bothering to identify its origins as he had originally intended, fingers giving way only to shift around his wrist. Concise strokes that taunted him more than it taunted its owner; the sheer taste of this godly man greatly excited him. His tongue soon withdrew, clasping the skin between lips much smoother; a soft nibble, tracing towards Julian’s shoulders, fingers retracting to their previous state. He strummed along the scarred area expertly; like strings of a harp. Lips sought to meet Julian’s neck, smirking as the tip of his nose ran through the side. Breath sorching against his ear, “Do you think I’d let you go that easy, sweetheart?”
The Duke laughed darkly with intent, lips parted to welcome his lobe between tender teeth. His free hand slowly slipping, allowing the brown locks to dart on their own accord. Spare fingers fell purposely to caress the coarse lower chamber of his face like needles mellow against flesh. Gradually spreading, taking in Julian’s neck. A firm but mindful grip; David’s face angled right in front of Julian, eyes descending to stalk his lips.
And quite - like the minx he is, lips met lips like starved pythons; labyrinthine by nature in between restrained hisses. Foot taken back, grabbing Julian by the neck like a leashed pet, pushing and dragging him off a balanced stepping towards where his eyes had instructed; mind swirling with thoughts and devilish intent to further uncover what lay beneath the man’s den. “Why don’t you be a good little angel and open this for Daddy, hmm?”
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Panic had set in for the time being, never had he ever been unwavering, nor simply pulled underwater and left to thrash and try to learn to swim without instructions. How exactly does one react to this sort of thing? He didn’t know. He couldn’t, it hadn’t happened before. Meeting each moment as it came, Julian would have to learn minute by minute and try to find his footing, his body betraying him every which way and his knees buckling further to require support now from David, lest Julian crumple to the floor.
His face a sudden mask of pain, feeling the velvety tongue wet and gliding over his sensitive wound, but the pained expression was not real and hid the true way in which he felt, but the moan that broke through his fighting gulps betrayed him once more. “Stop!” came the command through bared teeth, eyes flashing and dangerous, tone warning and yet quivering with submission, perhaps sounding a lot more breathless than intended as it was soon followed by a worried hum through pursed lips, as he struggled to bite back the senseless sounds that insisted upon making themselves heard.
Julian offered David nothing more than a silent snarl upon his face at the question, breathing as though he’d just run a mile without stopping and perspiration beading along his forehead at the pain that mingled with the gentle pleasure of the strokes along the disgusting wound. It made him nearly retch to see David tonguing it, eyes closing as his face had turned away to stop himself from being helpless but to watch. “You are pushing your luck, boy!” Julian tried again to intimidate, to strike fear and pushed up from his buckled stance, reaching desperately for the bandage only to be gripped by the throat, whereupon he froze.
This was a move he himself made on his pets, generally those who would squirm under him and he wanted them to be still. Julian would nearly choke them until they passed out, backhanding them if they protested too much and usually splitting a lip in the process. Of course he apologized later, heat of the moment and all that, but he never meant it.. He grunted as he was whirled away from the wall with an intoxicating kiss, stumbling with legs too heavy and having to grasp onto David to keep balanced, if he was going to fall, David was going crashing down with him.
Fury flashed in his eyes, gnashing teeth ground loudly as he shakily reached around in his pockets, locating an old, iron key and missing the lock a few times, fingers unsteady and too shaken for his hands to be still. David must know by now that Julian was no angel, if he didn’t, he was going to find out and a lot sooner than he possibly may have bargained for.. Julian had the advantage of being older and stronger, if he could just prise those fingers from his forearm..
The door opened and Julian pulled back, he was not going down there without a fight and some of his senses had started to come to gather, focus in his eyes returned and if it were not for the solid grip on his neck and wrist, David may have been dragged down those stairs himself, but Julian was waiting for the opportune moment, when his move would best be used to his advantage, so as not to be taken by surprise a second time. “You sure you want to go down there?” he asked, panting and unsure of himself but trying his best to appear as if he were more confident than he felt.
In the room below, there were so many things to play with, Julian never got bored in here but he’d only ever ventured down here in the position of power, leading, controlling.. This was not right, it didn’t feel the same and it bothered him greatly but the aim was to get David the moment he stopped that tantalizingly pleasurable stroking of the scar, the second it stopped, given a few moments to recover, Julian would lunge into the offensive. He just had to be patient and well, Julian did not have a lot of that to begin with..
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Was this playful banter? David’s brows met to wonder what had just transpired between Julian and him. Even more so, he wondered as to why he’s so affected by the little things that are quite casual in his nightlife; people calling him Daddy, people and their flirtatious taunts to get him riled up, the lot. Shaking his head with a soft chuckle as he walked to the back of the car, once it has parked. “I’ve had my things brought, sweeth-, Julian.” He had to literally bite his lip to hush himself of his usual generosity in doting everyone with terms of endearment. It would be hard and it definitely would not be permanent, but if he intends to make it through the night not as a bitch in heat, he’d have to shape up.
He wasn’t exactly hungry or anything, but he’d need to eat. “I’ll have what you’ll have, my love.”David froze as eyes soared to the sky; cheeks flamed, realizing his demise. The Duke only hoped Julian didn’t hear the last part. How he’d work himself around to avoid uttering tags would be one great of a woe, indeed.
“They’re still knocked out.” He announced, swaying the thought away. The doors opened with arms hooked on both handles. “All of them.” They were drunk, unconscious, stoned and probably had already been fucked senseless. By now and by the Duke’s estimation, they’d most likely wake by tomorrow morning with angsty hangovers and a whole lot of noise.
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In his own studies and numerous ones they had been, Julian found that the more comfortable you were with someone immediately, the less likely it was that you would ever remain together. Being uncertain and questioning, now there was something that he’d learned made up for a good part of stronger relationships, whether it be platonic or otherwise. It didn’t always end up this way, but italmost always did and that was enough for him to have left the studies and moved on to other things.
Dragging out the first two men and strapping them to their gurneys, Julian had caught the slip up, but the fact that it had been changed to his name at the last moment did not enthuse him and he lost interest momentarily to focus upon the task at hand.
“You may take your things upstairs with you,” Julian spoke to David briefly, wheeling the first man inside and locking him down onto the ground floor. The second man was to be upon the second floor and so on. Julian wanted each of them to believe the they were the only one locked in the building, as each floor was sound proofed from the next.
He needed them to feel isolated and alone, abandoned without hope. It was important, otherwise this whole venture would never work.
“I do appreciate all of this, David,” Julian spoke again, as they moved the fourth man into a cell upon the fourth floor, “I hope you realize that.” Eyes cast to seek confirmation, connecting briefly before flicking back to the slumbering man now safely locked into his confines.
“Alright,” Julian spoke softly, watching David catch himself a little too late this time and he was unable to help himself but smile, “I do hope Daddy enjoys pizza.” It was quick and convenient, no mess and easily disposed of without taking anything out of the box except the slice one desired to eat.
“Do you have any favorite.. toppings?” Julian wondered, sly smirk in place and innocently wide eyes seeking a response, bottom lip pulled in to the left side and chewed upon in silent contemplation, one brow lifted as he waited.
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“Thanks.” David was never one for compliments; it made him a complete hermit. One part proud of bursting colors and craft, the other easily dull and would shy back into its shell. Then again, words sweet were that of his work and his fashion; how astounding a certain concert or number was, how mysterious his paintings were, how peculiar and breathtaking his fashion sense was, and how handsome the Duke turned out to be (in comparison to his previous work, Ziggy Stardust; the glamorous ambiguity.)
He hooked the bag over himself and drew it over his back, assisting Julian with whatever he needed; pushing the gurneys to wherever he would instruct him to or locking the belt straps over Julian’s new set of toys.
“Oh, d..d, don’t. Please, don’t.” Mismatched eyes sought the vicinity, turning his attention into anything that would easily sway them both of the pleasantries. He appreciated Julian’s openness and found it rather sweet that the gesture was truly appreciated, but there still was the kiss to be dealt with. He didn’t know whether he demanded or needed an explanation, or was preying on any opportune moment to pop the question and the Duke would just melt away to dust. David, wishing he could just vanish into tiny particles so the situation arrived, felt a bit paranoid. He didn’t like bad blood with anyone; if he could explain himself, he normally would. It just so happens that this is one the very few things words fail to portray its message.
Despite his pale complexion, David’s face grew red; his ears, his cheeks, and his eyes couldn’t still themselves towards the smiling, brunette. He was losing; the battle of power had begun and is swiftly eating him out alive. But the Duke was never one to lose so boldly without a fight. But how, he wondered. The Duke’s curiosity as to what would break dear Julian is no more than just theneed to know, it had become a craving desire it seems.
Dragging the bag very gently to cover himself; an obvious display of Julian’s victor for the evening, David bit onto lips quivering with restraint. “Julian, my darling,” David mused in words soft, sincere and sweet, eyes lost within the universe that held Julian’s own, he pressed on, leaning just a little bit closer, examining Julian’s wicked grin. “I’d answer you honestly of what I want, but you mightfind that less appetizing.”
David withdrew from their close propinquity bit his index finger; shimmying the his excitement with pain; of which clearly, was not helping.
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Julian nodded, compliments did not come easily from him and he found it difficult to express how he felt, which is why he chose such a medium of art in the first place. His eyes were wide with wonder at David’s sudden stammering, pleading for Julian not to give him the deserved compliments and Julian then withdrew. Such a thing was difficult enough for him to utter out loud, then to have it rejected was akin to throwing mud in his face. Julian stepped back, gaze averted and tugged absently at the bandage on his left forearm, unsure of what to say and thus he said nothing at all. So be it.
“Is something wrong, David?” Julian asked, picking up the phone and toying with it in his hands idly. He looked to the panel on the wall, reaching out to lower the temperature because David was looking to be quite like he may just have a fever of some sort. This did not bode well with Julian, he couldn’t have his subjects getting ill or his findings would be tainted.
Julian inclined his head as David drew closer, taking a step away in order to withdraw but only meeting his back with the wall. The strange way in which David responded to his question was very curious indeed, Julian furrowed his brow slowly as he was getting quite the mixed array of signals from the pale blonde. Julian liked to be absolutely certain of things, he baited David time and again and yet he was still no closer to knowing.
David stepped back and Julian startled as the phone dropped onto the floor, snapping him out of it as he stared down at the object, as if he wasn’t sure what it was just then or how it had managed to get there. He was tugging at the bandage again, an absent habit that was like a comforting vice of sorts, something to do when his hands were not busy but he needed to be careful with the overly sensitive wound, it had scarred and healed very close to the nerve endings in his arm.
“So,” he said with a swift lift of his dark gaze, hair covering most of his face and not bothering to collect the phone just yet, “sausage and mushroom alright?”
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David is highly receptive to details; the slightest twitch, the faintest sound, and even the sudden change of expressions made him feel paranoid and accountable. Always thinking that he might have said or done something out of bounds and is obliged to explain himself or at the very least, keep himself from any bad blood. Julian’s sudden drop made his stomach clench; he didn’t want to cut him off or appear smug about being complimented. He just couldn’t do well with compliments offstage that it’d cause him more turmoil than he already is facing. He wanted to explain and badly apologize if he had caused him discomfort but it proved quite difficult to handle empathy and acertain craving of flesh both at the same time.
David caught Julian tug onto what appears to be a hidden fabric or gauze of sort; all the more questions formed whether Julian had been swayed by addiction, heroin or something, in the past. That, or maybe had been in an accident of sort. Hoping that the sight of injury would bend his mind off lewd intentions, the sight of mess seems to overpower the said attempt.
The cards were laid out yet again; a slight misstep at the Devil’s Nest should be conquered and taken into full account. The Duke was in control; at least, that much registered in mind.
Unhooking the bag off his body, he took a huge step forward. David grabbing Julian’s wrist, yanking it in his direction; fully exposing what piqued his curiosity. He wanted to know what it was. Albeit privy and rude, Julian had caused him a great deal of frustration and he will have his way.His thumb, at close proximity, kneaded the bandage as if tracing whatever it was that he kept hidden; slow, gentle strokes almost sensual by nature. Completely ignoring Julian’s question, he merely replied somewhat concerned of Julian making himself bleed or whatever injury it was, irritated. “Don’t.Not too hard, babe.”
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Julian’s breath was catching in his throat, his mind conflicted with inner turmoil and fogged with uncertainty. He was shaken from his lofty perch and the tables had suddenly turned. His nerve had somewhat failed him, the rejection of his compliment has subdued the fire within and left him somewhat vulnerable, a little hurt perhaps and needing to please or make it up somehow..
Anger and torment flashed in his eyes as David took up his wrist, Julian hadn’t even been aware he was touching the bandage until it was pulled from his prying fingertips. He sucked in a hiss through clenched teeth at the sensitive flesh being gripped onto just slightly, revealing just how close to the nerve endings he had cut into the flesh.
“No,” he gave an almost inaudible plea, his knees visibly buckling as the thumb swept over the hidden, ghastly wound.
Quickened heart rate and sharp breaths gave warning of how he might respond, he was either going to react violently to hide what he felt or lose his cool in another way. His breath shook as he felt his heart in his throat, a trembling, low moan escaped his parted lips and his eyes could not leave that stroking thumb.
“Please,” he whispered, breathless. But, please what? Keep going? Stop? He wanted both..
He tore his gaze from the thumb, finally to meet with David’s eyes and a trickle of perspiration slid down one side of his face. His hands were quaking somewhat, Julian.. gulped.. Eyes wide, now staring with intent directly and unabashedly at David’s lips. His right arm snaked around David’s thin waist, hand wandering down to firmly grasp the shapely buttocks and give no clearer signal than that as to what he was asking for now..
**
The Duke’s initial plan was to simply pry his arm off from being irritated by Julian’s excessive need to gnaw at it with his fingers. Of course, he wanted to see what lay beneath the bandage that coveted Julian’s attention; for someone who studied junkies, it was imperative to know his reason. Was he also one? Was he searching to cure the cravings of a drugged life? What was it?
David watched Julian succumb into a languor trance with great interest; sneering deviously at the now pleading man. Enthralled by the idea of unveiling one’s darkest desires by the mere touch of intrusive fingers, an overwhelming sense of godly euphoria streamed through his veins; dominance, control, supremacy, power.
“Please what?” The Duke teased, a delicate brow rose at the question. He’d be lying if he’d say he wasn’t enjoying every second of seeing Julian break off character; in fact, this was becoming more exhilarating than the petty ticket - kiss. Though the thought of it once more, brought the Duke a familiar lump on his throat. Tugged abruptly against Julian’s firm stance, his hand seeking to unleash a commanding grasp over his cheek; an attempt to overthrow the reign of the Duke or merely, Julian giving into his own needs.
David allowed himself be dragged against Julian; the rasp, breathless plea had gotten him rock hard. He was dying to see what Julian was capable of; what he’d do, what he’d say, and how he’d go about taking care of business. David hooked his thumb under the bandage, constantly flipping until the binds would come off and reveal the Duke’s deathly treat. Elongated fingers and their expertise in guitar strummed meticulously over the soon - to - be exposed area; soft - flesh tips fondled the area with calculated and refined touch. Hauling Julian’s arm close for further inspection, like a bass guitar held upright to a jazzy beat; his spare hand gathered a handful of stray locks, pushing Julian’s head against the wall to better meet those temptatious eyes of his.
“Please, what?” David reiterated his query, purposely dragging hot breath over the now bare, scarred flesh; eyes staring relentlessly at Julian’s. What is that you want, Julian? What will you do?
**
It was an intimate fear of Julian’s to lose his sense of control, he was always the one holding all of the cards and to have lost it in his own home, the one place he ultimately reigned supreme, it made his entire body rack with shudders. There was something that broke through everyone, Julian had his weaknesses as did anyone else and normally he would not have had the bandage exposed but he’d had to roll up his sleeves part of the way to move the men inside. Otherwise, they might have woken at some point and he did not wish to have throw-up on his clothes. For this, he would burn them and he quite liked what he was wearing.
As the sudden realization that he was now the one in control here dawned upon David, Julian could only react as the situation was taken advantage of. When one had a particular weakness exposed, one had to trust that the other would not use it against them in any way but Julian had been pressing David’s buttons from the moment they’d met, his response was only to be expected. His teeth clenched as David began to remove the bandage, nobody touched that and yet here he was, just letting it happen.
He failed to answer the question, because he didn’t know the answer. His attempt to stop David hadn’t worked, distraction was usually a good way to get prying eyes away from something Julian wanted to keep concealed, intimidation, fear.. But the stubborn man continued, as a dog with a bone, until the hideously scarred flesh was exposed. Julian didn’t look at it, this was quite possibly the only artwork that disgusted even himself after it was all said and done, hence the bandage like a sheet to cover an embarrassing scultpure. It was not needed but for Julian’s own peace of mind.
Julian felt his head touch the wall, heart thumping madly and eyes flashing with outrage and discomfort at being thrown off his pedestal and his position of power being swept out from under him like a rug. He hadn’t really had this happen before, he knew the area was over-sensitive to pain but this gentler touch certainly revealed to him quite another sensation indeed. Eyes locked with David’s now, his disgusting secret exposed and lifted to a point where Julian was quite unable to not gaze upon it and he grimaced at the sight of the thing. David’s breath swept over the surface, pricking his body now with gooesbumps as he shivered pleasurably.
Julian was not in his element and yet he was right here at home, he was equally disturbed as he was fascinated at being brought to his knees so swiftly. He was enraged and curious all in one, but how to answer the question? He was shaken, rattled and now he was exposed, he was going to respond with fight or flight, adrenaline making his body quake now as he feared what might happen. Damn, Julian was not at all pleased with this unexpected turn of events but, as they say, play with fire and you must expect to get burned.
His constant attempts to pull back the arm was met with a tighter grip, just a little each time but enough to let Julian know it wasn’t going to be allowed.
Furiously his face burned now, hot as David’s had been moments before and he made no attempts to cover anything standing out right then, whatever was the use? It was no secret anymore, nobody was going to be fooled by it if he did try it anyway. The urge to hide his arm however, was far stronger and he kept trying to pull it back every so often without success. Unravelled and somewhat spooked, for lack of a better word, Julian was unable to answer for a time and when he did, it was quite likely the first thing that had come to mind and yet had taken this long to finally emerge from his lips.
“Upstairs, not here,” he spoke with breathless yet firm tone, gaze flicking briefly to a large, metal door across the room that led downstairs, despite not meaning to. Julian was not without his fans, many of whom were quite as insane as people deemed Julian to be himself after he’d publicly dissected his own arm for the world to see, televised in every country and his words translated into every language as he talked them through his reasons for doing this.
So of course, he would need somewhere to take such begging and pleading women and men alike. Julian looked back to David’s eyes, avoiding to look directly at the offensive wound or the door that led down to his own den of sin. He had quite a scene down there, Julian’s secret, not so secret little Domme/Master dungeon..
**
Hips bucked against hips and whatever lay in between was clearly a protruding trespass; not that the Duke minded. In fact, David prided himself source of Julian’s unexpected revelation. As he weakened under David’s touch, hot desires burned hungrily within his frame; oh how delightful it would be to just ravage this now weakened ocelot.
It drove him lusting madly to see Julian crack even further; a conundrum after another. Julian’s eyes betraying his tongue, uttering such conflicting directions while presenting a contradicting craving. His own not leaving Julian’s breathless stature, knees dodged, forcing David to further press onto him so Julian does not fall. Lips had gone dry thirsty to be casted upon his tempting neck; to nip, bite, suckle and lick. The fortress of his own, slowly, gradually crumbling before this delectable prey of which he towered upon.
His tongue darted out, caressing its moist, soft, muscular entity along the length of Julian’s cut; not even bothering to identify its origins as he had originally intended, fingers giving way only to shift around his wrist. Concise strokes that taunted him more than it taunted its owner; the sheer taste of this godly man greatly excited him. His tongue soon withdrew, clasping the skin between lips much smoother; a soft nibble, tracing towards Julian’s shoulders, fingers retracting to their previous state. He strummed along the scarred area expertly; like strings of a harp. Lips sought to meet Julian’s neck, smirking as the tip of his nose ran through the side. Breath sorching against his ear, “Do you think I’d let you go that easy, sweetheart?”
The Duke laughed darkly with intent, lips parted to welcome his lobe between tender teeth. His free hand slowly slipping, allowing the brown locks to dart on their own accord. Spare fingers fell purposely to caress the coarse lower chamber of his face like needles mellow against flesh. Gradually spreading, taking in Julian’s neck. A firm but mindful grip; David’s face angled right in front of Julian, eyes descending to stalk his lips.
And quite - like the minx he is, lips met lips like starved pythons; labyrinthine by nature in between restrained hisses. Foot taken back, grabbing Julian by the neck like a leashed pet, pushing and dragging him off a balanced stepping towards where his eyes had instructed; mind swirling with thoughts and devilish intent to further uncover what lay beneath the man’s den. “Why don’t you be a good little angel and open this for Daddy, hmm?”
**
Panic had set in for the time being, never had he ever been unwavering, nor simply pulled underwater and left to thrash and try to learn to swim without instructions. How exactly does one react to this sort of thing? He didn’t know. He couldn’t, it hadn’t happened before. Meeting each moment as it came, Julian would have to learn minute by minute and try to find his footing, his body betraying him every which way and his knees buckling further to require support now from David, lest Julian crumple to the floor.
His face a sudden mask of pain, feeling the velvety tongue wet and gliding over his sensitive wound, but the pained expression was not real and hid the true way in which he felt, but the moan that broke through his fighting gulps betrayed him once more. “Stop!” came the command through bared teeth, eyes flashing and dangerous, tone warning and yet quivering with submission, perhaps sounding a lot more breathless than intended as it was soon followed by a worried hum through pursed lips, as he struggled to bite back the senseless sounds that insisted upon making themselves heard.
Julian offered David nothing more than a silent snarl upon his face at the question, breathing as though he’d just run a mile without stopping and perspiration beading along his forehead at the pain that mingled with the gentle pleasure of the strokes along the disgusting wound. It made him nearly retch to see David tonguing it, eyes closing as his face had turned away to stop himself from being helpless but to watch. “You are pushing your luck, boy!” Julian tried again to intimidate, to strike fear and pushed up from his buckled stance, reaching desperately for the bandage only to be gripped by the throat, whereupon he froze.
This was a move he himself made on his pets, generally those who would squirm under him and he wanted them to be still. Julian would nearly choke them until they passed out, backhanding them if they protested too much and usually splitting a lip in the process. Of course he apologized later, heat of the moment and all that, but he never meant it.. He grunted as he was whirled away from the wall with an intoxicating kiss, stumbling with legs too heavy and having to grasp onto David to keep balanced, if he was going to fall, David was going crashing down with him.
Fury flashed in his eyes, gnashing teeth ground loudly as he shakily reached around in his pockets, locating an old, iron key and missing the lock a few times, fingers unsteady and too shaken for his hands to be still. David must know by now that Julian was no angel, if he didn’t, he was going to find out and a lot sooner than he possibly may have bargained for.. Julian had the advantage of being older and stronger, if he could just prise those fingers from his forearm..
The door opened and Julian pulled back, he was not going down there without a fight and some of his senses had started to come to gather, focus in his eyes returned and if it were not for the solid grip on his neck and wrist, David may have been dragged down those stairs himself, but Julian was waiting for the opportune moment, when his move would best be used to his advantage, so as not to be taken by surprise a second time. “You sure you want to go down there?” he asked, panting and unsure of himself but trying his best to appear as if he were more confident than he felt.
In the room below, there were so many things to play with, Julian never got bored in here but he’d only ever ventured down here in the position of power, leading, controlling.. This was not right, it didn’t feel the same and it bothered him greatly but the aim was to get David the moment he stopped that tantalizingly pleasurable stroking of the scar, the second it stopped, given a few moments to recover, Julian would lunge into the offensive. He just had to be patient and well, Julian did not have a lot of that to begin with..
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