Lord Weller's Lash

Lord Weller's Lash (2/2)
by tsutsuji
Fandom: Kyo Kara Maou!
Characters & Pairings: Conrad/Yozak
Ratings & Warnings: NC17, explicit m/m sex, bdsm, angst. Alternate KKM reality. Not beta'd.


Summary: Lord Weller continues to exert his mastery over his servant Yozak, but in privacy, what lies hidden between them almost surfaces.

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Hours passed in darkness relieved only by a dim shaft of light from a torch outside the cell door. With his arms bound by chains above his head, every slight movement revived the searing pain in Yozak's back. He had the option of resting his weight on his manacled wrists or leaning against the rough stone wall; neither was conducive to sleep, but exhaustion dragged him down into a muddled, lurid dream of being given away to Belar and Lanzhil, of Lord Weller walking away and leaving him alone with them forever. He jerked in his half-sleep. The pain that woke him was a relief from the nightmare.

The thought of being abandoned by Lord Weller was unbearable, but who knew what pressure the king could place on his Master? If it was necessary to preserve Lord Weller's status and safety, he'd go with them - but he'd cut his own throat before he gave in to that prick, and he'd take Lanzhil along with him at least, and even Belar himself if he could.

"Forgive me, Master," he muttered bitterly into the darkness, "but if you send me away with those two, this country will need a new king in no time."

He jumped, wincing, when something moved in the dark behind him.

"That's treasonous talk, Yozak," Lord Weller said.

"Master!" Yozak yelped, twisting around to try to see his Master's face. In the deep shadows at the back of the cell, he could see Lord Weller's eyes and the gleam of his teeth as he smiled.

"I said I would attend to you later, didn't I?" His voice was more threat than comfort, as soft and cool as his smile.

Yozak gasped as a hand drifted over the welts on his back, and he stiffened when he felt Lord Weller's breath hot on his neck. The sense of his nightmare had replaced the muddled high that had washed over him after the beating, and he wondered if he'd misinterpreted Lord Weller's words earlier with too much optimism.

"No Belar will ever get his hands on anything that belongs to the Weller family," Lord Weller said coldly. "Not even the most insolent servant in my house. They were convinced of your loyalty, and that I am capable of properly training my own servants. Belar still wants you, of course, probably even more than before, but he will not get what he wants."

Relief flooded through Yozak, fueled by the possessive tone in his Master's voice along with the rising heat from his touch, making him feel a little bolder.

"Well, I'm glad to hear - yeaahhh!" He broke off in a scream of pain when Lord Weller suddenly released the chains above his head and the manacles fell, dragging his chafed wrists down with them. He dropped to his knees, shaking at Lord Weller's feet.

Pain burned in shoulders that were stiff from being raised above his head for hours, and the welts on his chest and back burned as if they'd been freshly whipped again. Cradling his arms in his lap, he tried to regain his breath. He jumped when he felt Lord Weller's fingers touch his hair and the side of his face, fingering the bruise on his cheek from very first blow after he'd spilled the drinks. His touch tingled on Yozak's skin, caressing or taunting; in Lord Weller's present mood, he wasn't sure which it would become.

"You looked splendid," his Master said.

Encouraged by the heat in Lord Weller's voice, Yozak's tongue was loosened again.

"Did it get you hard, doing that to me with them watching, or did the sight of their ugly faces ruin it for you?"

He winced, expecting another slap, but Lord Weller answered by grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking him forward against his body. Yozak felt a hard, familiar shape pressed against his face through Lord Weller's dress uniform trousers. He realized for the first time that his Master was no longer wearing his uniform jacket, and his shirttails hung loose, fluttering against Yozak's cheek.

"I could hardly remain polite until they retired," Lord Weller hissed, twisting his hand deeper into Yozak's hair. "I would have taken you then and there, while your marks were still fresh, but that would have provided the king with far too much entertainment."

He reached down and clawed the welts on Yozak's back, making him gasp aloud, but the heated pain now only added to the fire building in his gut, desire twisting up inside him. He tried to lift his hands, reaching for his Master, but the manacles scraped his wrists and his arms were still too stiff to move easily. Lord Weller shifted, nudging his arm with a booted foot.

"No, leave it," he said in a harsh whisper. He pulled Yozak's head back instead, and quickly opened his own trousers to release his thick cock. Yozak could feel the heat radiating from its silky-hard length as it brushed his cheek, but Lord Weller still held him away.

"Touch yourself," his Master commanded. "Get hard for me."

Yozak choked back a groan, but did as he was told as well as he could, struggling to unlace his own leggings and get his manacled hands between his legs. He dared to glance upward, and was rewarded with the sight of Lord Weller staring down at him intently. He held Yozak's gaze while he watched him work on himself, occasionally brushing his fingernails lightly over the welts again to refresh the memory of his punishment.

Pain and building pleasure twisted together, making Yozak hard and making him moan with need. Lord Weller's smile grew when Yozak's gaze went unfocused and his eyelids threatened to fall closed, but he forced himself to look straight up into his Master's steady gaze. His mouth fell open, yearning toward the stiff erection held just out of his reach. With every wince of pain and need, Lord Conrad's cock twitched in front of his face.

"Please, Master," he cried softly.

"Sh, Yozak," Lord Weller said. His tone changed, dropping suddenly from soft command to intimate whisper. "We're alone. What have I always told you?"

Yozak's eyes fluttered closed for a second in spite of his will as pent up feelings of deep loyalty and affection shot through him, wiping away the threat of Belar and all the years that threat had been hanging between them.

"Conrart," he breathed, and saw the same wave of longing shudder through the man he called his Master. "Conrart, please."

Conrart Weller narrowed his eyes but loosened his grip on Yozak's hair, instead cupping his cheek to coax him forward. He hissed and jerked when Yozak's lips touched the tip of his cock, and pushed him back again sharply as soon as Yozak's tongue flicked out to taste him.

"No... " he said through gritted teeth. "Let me see you come first. Let me watch you... I won't last until..."

He broke off, snapping his mouth shut with a stern glare, but Yozak grinned up at him before nodding.

The manacles clanked and the chains dug into his thighs as he pumped himself, slowly at first but more urgently as Conrart's breath quickened. His body felt on fire, a sweet, wild rush of pain and lust and unspoken love for the man standing over him, all gathering under Conrart's gaze and threatening to burst out of him beyond control. Every sharp intake of breath filled his senses with the scent and almost the taste of Conrart's body.

At the last second before the wave broke, he lunged forward at the same time that Conrart thrust toward him and pushed his cock between Yozak's open lips. He came hard, trying to groan Conrart's name around the pulsing cock that filled his mouth and his senses.

His Master's hands pulled him up possessively, one fist twisted in his hair and the other painfully tight on his bruised shoulder. It was just as Conrart had said; he'd hardly found the the far edge of his own climax before Conrart's seed was shooting down his throat.

Yozak swallowed all he could, groaning when he could catch enough breath to make a sound. Conrart shuddered, silent except for hard, quick breaths, and finally he fell back against the wall, pulling Yozak forward to lean against his legs.

Yozak curled up on his knees on the floor, resting his cheek and his shoulder against Conrart. He felt strangely comfortable, in spite of the pain still burning in his back, the ache in his shoulders and in his knees from the rough stone floor. Conrart's hands threaded gently through his hair now as his breath slowly returned to normal.

Time could stop right here, he thought, and immediately grimaced at himself for the sentimental wish. Of course, it wouldn't. It never did.

Conrart squeezed his shoulder briefly, once, and then his grip shifted. Roughly, he pushed Yozak back onto his knees, and Yozak looked up once again into Lord Weller's stern brown eyes. His gut clenched as the present reality fell back into place, replacing the distant past and the briefly alluring fantasy that they could be anything other than this: Lord Weller, his high position near the King always precarious because of his half-demon blood, and the lowly half-breed servant under his control - and his protection.

"I'll send a healer to you in the morning," Lord Weller said, frowning as he prodded the cuts across Yozak's chest where the lash had broken the skin. "Expect to be back on duty before our guests leave tomorrow afternoon, and do not embarrass me in front of them again."

Yozak lowered his eyes while Lord Weller buttoned his trousers and shirt back into place.

"Yes, Master, I'll be more careful," he said, but he couldn't keep the tiniest edge of sarcasm from creeping into his reply.

"Yozak," Lord Weller said in a warning tone.

He risked a glance again, and saw Lord Weller's eyebrow lifted, and the hint of a curl in his lip - smile or snarl, but he couldn't be sure which.

Lord Weller stepped around him, leaving him kneeling on the floor in the middle of the cell. He was still chained by his wrists, but at least now he could hope to find a position on the floor that was slightly more comfortable, and possibly get some sleep with more pleasant dreams. His Master unlocked the door and then paused.

"And Yozak," he said, without turning back to look at him. "Be in my chambers when I retire tomorrow evening. In position. Is this clear?"

"Yes, Lord Weller."

"Providing, of course, that your insolence and clumsiness do not result in your spending another night in this cell."

"I'll be on my best behavior, Lord Weller," Yozak said, and this time he meant it.

~ the end ~


(As usual, little kink meme pwp insists on growing a plotty epic backstory in my head. If anyone is interested in more details for that and the sequel I'm not going to write ever, I'll put them in a separate post.)