Cunning little vampire

10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Disclaimer: I don’t own Count Cain and the
other characters in this fic, they belong to Kaori Yuki, I e I envy very much
for her talent.

Spoiler warning: Don’t read if you haven’t read the 3rd volume of Count Cain.
Not only will it spoil the outcome at the ending, but also, you won’t have a
clue what scene I’m starting from.

Pairings: Riff/Cain

Summary: This is the part in the manga where Dr. Allan catches Riff sitting in
the forest with Justine about to bite him on the neck. What could happen after
he’s gone?

10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Lots of thanks to Shenlong for the beta
reading!

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little vampire

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style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Cain
saw him standing there in the forest. A man with long white hair and
ridiculously small glasses on the bridge of his nose. A man that went by the
name of Doctor Allan. Even from this distance, he saw the surprise register in
those deceivingly naive eyes. He had recognized them. Why was Riff sitting
there on the grass with that girl? The girl he thought was Justine. Wait, what
was she doing? She leaned forward, opened her mouth to ’s o’s offered neck,
opened her demon-like eyes wide and held her maniacally laughing mouth ready to
sink her fangs into her poor victim’s artery. Oh, the horror it was when she
spearedtor tor Allan amongst the bushes with that devastating gaze. One look
around… and they had disappeared.

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nearly doubled over with laughter at the terrified expression they had conjured
upon the suspicious doctor’s face. Carefully peering around the tree, he saw
the man helplessly staring around, and again he broke out in disgraceful
hiccups.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“My
Lord, I suggest you keep it down. We don’t want him to hear us,” Riff tried to
shush his master, noting with satisfaction how the long haired man knelt down
and picked up the earring they had left there on purpose.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi--siz-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“I
know, Riff. After all this trouble we went through,” Cain said with an annoyed
look down at the sumptuous and excessive dress he was wearing. “It would be a
shame to ruin it all.”

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“Not
only a shame, my Lord. It would be fatal for the correct execution of our plan.
Need I remind you that we are trying to lure him into showing his true
identity?” Riff pointed out.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“You’re
quite right, as always,” the young count sighed wearily, wiping a few black
locks away from the wig he was still wearing. “Do you think he bought it?”

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“Judging
by his face, I think we did a pretty good job, my Lord,” Riff smiled dignified.

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laughed airily in that haughty way only a rich kid could. Rich and spoiled.
Abused by his father, forgotten by his mother, but spoiled rotten by his
personal butler.

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threw his arms around Riff and in the process caused the man to fall down to
his knees. His mouth was again level with the long, smooth neck and they were
in the perfect position to replay the scene.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“Oh,
my dear Riff. Aren’t we just two geniuses together?” he sighed.

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was startled to find the young man around his neck all of a en, en, and only a
few moments later, his mouth in the same place. His warm breath ghosted over
the soft skin and made the hairs at the back of his neck stand on end.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“My
Lord,” he breathed. “What are you doing?” Again that haughty laugh tickled his
ear, and a delicate hand removed the hairs that were still in the way. “Do you
really think I would do such a thing, Riff? To bite you?”

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was too surprised to produce any intelligible sound. The adrenaline rushed
through his body like a freight train with those sharp teeth balancing above
his tender flesh. He trusted his master, the mutual trust they shared among
each other went beyond anything else. But the past events had been so
confusing. The legend of a young girl roaming around at night under the form of
a vampire chilling every person in his right mind to the bone, was the fuel for
everyone’s suspicion. One of the rumors said that the girl was possessed by the
spirit of Lady Gertrude. Could it be that his master all of a sudden was
possessed by some evil spirit too?

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held his breath as he felt Cain leaning even closer, and shut his eyes tightly
as he indeed felt his teeth descending on his neck. He bit him, but very
softly, only scraping in fact. A little love-bite. A wet slickness there made
him open his eyes wide again, and he quickly pulled away. That had been no
teeth. More like his tongue.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“My
Lord, what are you doing?” he said again.

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smiled in that mysterious way he seemed to have invented and shook the black
wig off his head to reveal his own natural color. “I’m tired of all this fabric
and lace surrounding me,” he said, looking down at the gown with boredom. He
turned, so his back was facing Riff. “Unstrap me, please.” He waited for Riff’s
deft fingers to untie the straps. And waited. And waited some more. “Riff?” he
said, slightly turning his head.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“My
Lord, are you asking me to undress you?” Riff said hesitantly.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“That
would be nice, yes. I feel extremely constricted and I don’t like that.”

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“But
my L We’ We’re in the middle of a forest. Anyone could see.”

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“This
is a private domain, Riff. Besides, it’s secluded enough.” He turned his head
further to his stubborn butler and fixed him with a steely gaze, a reminder of
exactly who was in charge.

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sighed and resigned himself to it. “Your wish is my command, my Lord,” he
mumbled. His fingers plucked at the straps with a clumsiness highly unusual for
him. Cain’s frivolous and surprisingly bold behavior had made him like this.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Cain
laughed inwardly. He was amused to see his usually composed and calm butler in
this state of confusion, his dignity reduced to bewilderment. He was well aware
of what he was asking from him, and he also realized that such a public place
probably wasn’t the ideal environment to let him know about his feelings, but
their previous position, Cain’s hands on Riff’s shoulders, pushing him down and
holding him in place, his mouth only millimeters away from that delicious neck,
it had been so tantalizing. As much as he had tried to deny those emotions, at
that moment they had grown stronger and finally reached the point where he
could no longer deny them. On top of that, the thrill of possible discovery
added that tiny bit of extra spice.

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garment finally open, he shrugged out of it. The piled up tissues that had to
serve as “breasts” fell along with it. Undoubtedly, Justine, the real Justine,
still would’ve worn one of the most expensive and high quality petticoats
underneath, but Cain had deemed it unnecessary, superfluous even for this
charade, and so he had refrained from doing so. He tossed the dress to the
side, though dragging might’ve been a more appropriate description here.
Tur aro around, lacquered shoes and delicate stockings soon followed the same way,
until he remained there, on his knees before Riff, wearing nothing but his
pristine white bikini briefs.

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smiled at the obvious embarrassment of his butler. “Why do you look away, Riff?
It’s not the first time you see me naked,” he said.

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kept his eyes averted, a blush tingeing his cheeks. No, it was not the first
time he\'s seen him naked. He had helped him to dress and undress ever since he
was a twelve year old kid, a privilege he had been grateful for as the yearsstyle=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> went past and Cain’s body gained more
maturity. This time it was different though. It was not the first time he noted
Cain looking at him with that particular look in his eyes, but it still was the
first time he\'d been confronted with it so straightforwardly. Minor detail that
added to it: they were out in the open.

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got on all fours and slowly crawled over to Riff. “Riff, look at me,” he said
softly. He reached his right hand up and turned Riff’s face his direction when
he didn’t obey. “Riff, are you ashamed?” he asked.

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reluctantly looked at his master. He couldn’t stop his eyes in a split second
of sin from trailing a path over the scarred back to the pert buttocks, and the
fact that this turned him on made it feel like a crime to him.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“My
Lord,” Riff whispered. “I’m not ashamed. I’m afraid of myself. Afraid of my
feelings. When I’m with you, I relish every moment, and when I’m alone, I find
myself thinking about you. In fact… not just thinking. Sometimes I see the two
of us, lying in a bed and… I… I’m sorry, my Lord, but I think I have fallen in
love with you, and I know that is unacceptable, but I can’t help it. I will
however, if that is your wish, try to repress those feelings and pretend this
conversation never took place. If you can just find it in the kindness of your
heart trgivrgive me for this, my Lord, that is all I’m asking from you.”

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almost felt hurt for the frightened look Riff was giving him. He had the power
to yell at him, to scold at him for even considering of saying such a thing. It
must’ve taken him a lot of courage, Cain figured. With himself, it was
different. He was his superior, whenever he was horny he could just order him
to strip and go lie on the bed with his ass in the air. A few odd looks maybe,
but apart from that he would’ve done so without question, he had no doubt about
that. That’s just how loyal Riff was to his master. But Cain had never resorted
to things like that. If he was ever to have sex with someone, it would be in
mutual love. With Riff’s hesitant confession, he was sure of that now.

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smiled and lay a finger on Riff’s quivering lips. “Hush, Riff. You don’t have
to apologize, and you don’t have to worry either,” he reassured him. “I feel
the same way.” He closed the distance between their mouths and kissed Riff
softly on the lips.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“My
Lord!” Riff spluttered. “I… I didn’t know… Do you love me too? Do you really
love me?”

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smiled again and let a hand trail through Riff’s hair. “How could I not love
you, Riff? You have rescued me out of the hateful claws of my father. I am the
product of a rape between him and his own sister, and therefore, he wished I
had never been born. As a result from that hate, he has hit me with his whip
every night. My wounds from the day before barely got the chance to heal,
before he was tearing them open again. And then to think I was so stupid to
believe that he did it out of love for me. Fool I was. I was blinded by fear,
ignorance even, until you opened my eyes, Riff. You have made it obvious to me
that how my father treated me, was not the normal procedure. And for that I
will always be grateful to you, Riff. I have grown fond of you, not only as a
butler who asks “how high” when I say “jump”, but even more so, I have grown to
love you.”

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pressing silence after his words made the moment all the more awkward, and
Riff’s shocked expression only added to that.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“I…
I never would’ve guessed. I mean, I’ve seen that look in your eyes before, but
I thought it was only for… You… Well, you know,” he said finally.

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was quick to fold both his hands around Riff’s face. “Riff, please don’t ever
think that again,” he said. “You are my butler, I know that. But that doesn’t
mean you are here to fulfill my sexual needs as well. If I’m doing this, then
I’m not doing this becausm onm on heat or something, but I’m doing it out of
love.”

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Riff’s
frenedened eyes softened. The smile his master was giving him held something
reassuring. “My Lord,” he sighed relieved, gifting Cain a gentle smile of his
own.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“Drop
the honorific, Riff,” Cain said softly, yet firmly, fumbling at the neat bowtie
of the taller man.

style=\'-siz-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“But
master!”

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slender fingers traveled further to undo the buttons of the immaculately white
shirt. “I said, drop it. How are you gonna address me when you come?”

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Riff’s
eyes flew down to meet a twinkle of mischief in the golden orbs of his wayward
count. “My L- Cain! You’re not actually saying we’re gonna… Here… Now… We
can’t…”

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had to end that sentence in a moan as Cain’s rosy lips sucked fervently on his
right nipple. Oh yes, they were gonna! Here. Now.

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rest of his shirt was unbuttoned by long and deft fingers and parto reo reveal
the smooth, flawless skin of his stomach. The supple white piece of clothing
slid easily off his shoulders, together with the slightly stiffer black vest.
Stretching his arms behind him, he swiftly shrugged out of them. As soon as his
upper body was completely bared, he felt Cain fluttering light, yet hungry
butterfly kisses all over his collarbone and neck.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“Oh,
my Lord,” he whimpered, simply forgetting to use his actual name.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Cain
laughed at Riff’s apparent trouble to use his first name. My Lord, master, Sir
Hargreaves, in his eyes everything was better than just Cain. He decided not to
make a big deal out of it. He would be content with whatever cry left Riff\'s
mouth when he found that blissful peak. As long as it would refer to him, of
course.

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laughing, he nuzzled Riff’s neck, leaning over him so he fell backwards and he
lay on top of him. They stared at each other for a moment before Cain reached
his hand up and stroked softly through Riff’s silky hair, his face bereft of
any humor all of a sudden.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“You’re
so beautiful, Riff,” Cain whispered. He noted the man beneath him blushing and
slightly looking away. “And you don’t even realize it yourself, do you? You
don’t flaunt your beauty. It doesn’t need that.”

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shivered as he felt Cain’s breath on his face. It was like a soft breeze to
cool his heated cheeks. He could smell him too. He had a scent of fine wine
about him, sweet liquor, like port or amaretto, luring him to get drunk on. And
he would, gladly.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“I
guess I’m just lucky,” Riff whispered back.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“For
your looks?”

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“No.
For having ended up with you.”

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Cain
grinned in a way that said he’d expected no less than for Riff to say that, but
in fact, that grin was only there to hide the fact that he was touched by his
words. He lowered his head a bit and slowly traced his tongue along Riff’s
bottom lip.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“Make
love to me, Riff,” Cain whispered.
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style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“My
Lord, what are you asking from me?” Riff said, slowly shaking his head.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“It’s
not a request. It’s a command. And as my servant, I expect for you to obey me.”
The grin remained on his lips as he said that, and transferred to Riff’s lips,
their eyes locking in an unspoken understanding as Riff subtly rolled them
over. And understanding where the tables would be turned, where for once Riff
would be the dominant one and Cain his submissive slave.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“I
had every intention to do so, my Lord,” the older man played along. He lowered
his head and kissed Cain, slow and leisurely, tasting his tongue, savoring it.
He tasted like wine too. Reluctant to let go of that sweet mouth, his lips
traveled further over his jaw line, down to his neck. Straightening, he slowly
took off his shoes, socks and the rest of his clothing, Cain’s eyes on him
making him blush.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“Turn
around,” he whispered. He waited until Cain had done so and knelt beside him.
So many times he had already seen those scars on his back, still he had never
felt more pained than to see them now. His skin looked so fragile, so easy to
bruise, his body looked so slender and small. It was beyond him how someone,
his own father, let’s not forget, refused to treat the boy with the care and
gentleness he deserved, found joy in torturing his own and only son. Riff swore
to himself, he would never, under any circumstances, lower himself to such
bestial levels.

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leaned forward and softly kissed Cain’s back, paying particular attention to
said scars. He wished kissing them would make them go away, and the memories
with them, that he could lick them off like innocent streaks of ice cream,
applied by the playful fingers of a lover in a fit of silliness, not lashes
applied by the forceful hand of a father that didn’t grant him the air in his
lungs. He would give so much to see that back as just a smooth, blank plane,
like nothing had ever happened.

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shivered under Riff’s gentle kisses. His lips on his back felt good, healing in
a way. Every lash on his back had been a lash in his heart, and those had never
ceased to hurt. Maybe Riff couldn’t kiss away the scars on his back, but he had
the feeling that with every kiss, the scars on his heart disappeared, one by
one.

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with the laving of Cain’s abused back, Riff let his tongue go further down in
slow circles, until he had reached the waistband of Cain’s briefs. He’d almost
forgotten he was still wearing those. He peeled them off and slid them down to
rest at the back of Cain’s knees, exposing the soft globes of flesh. The
disarming pink entrance that was exposed called out to him to touch it, toy
with it. Uninhibited, he allowed his mouth to be drawn closer and favor his
tongue with a taste of that pure and untouched entrance. The moan he got made
his cock jump up in enthusiasm. Finding himself rapidly growing addicted to the
wonderful sounds Cain could make, he eagerly continued. He pushed the spherical
cheeks apart with both hands and let his tongue follow the trail of Cain’s
crevice, all the way from bottom to top, eliciting more of those magnificent
moans. When he was at the top, he massaged the tail thr through the flesh,
while his right hand snaked around Cain’s hip to fondle his cock.

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mind was lost in its own little world of pleasure and ecstasy, the tongspoispoiling him from behind and the deft hand manipulating his cock driving him
wild with desire. He felt that hot tongue massaging his tailbone going back
down, searching for his entrance and quickly finding it. Soon, he found himself
truly becoming a slave. A slave to his body and his raging hormones.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“Oh,
Riff! More! Deeper! Uggnn!” he cried, clawing his nails in the grass beneath
him.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Riff
complied by pushing his tongue past the ring of muscles, sliding it in and out,
again and again, as deep as he could. His hand was still stroking Cain’s cock
in time with the movements of his tongue, until he could feel Cain’s balls
ractracting and knew he was about to come. His screams told him the same thing.
They were uncontrolled and raw. He pulled back and took a few moments to admire
the panting and sweating young man, positioned on hands and knees.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt-bid-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Cain
panted with the sensations running through him and felt relieved when Riff
stopped, yet he was left extremely unfulfilled. He looked over his shoulder to
where his servant was sitting in the grass. “What are you waiting for? Get to
it, Riff,” he ordered.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Riff
softly shook his head. “No, not like this,” he said. He crawled closer to Cain,
not at all aware of the eroticism he emanated with the catlike movement.
Gliding his hands along Cain’s flanks, he gently coaxed hi tur turn around
again.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“Riff?”
Cain queried, the tinge of haughtiness still present in voicvoice.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“I
want to see your face, my Lord. I want to see it twisted in pleasure.”

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Cain
smiled and lifted his feet for Riff to pull off his briefs completely. Then he
spread his legs, opening himself up to his sweet and beautiful servant. “Make
love to me, Riff,” he whispered.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Riff
looked dubiously from his ample cock to the tiny hole it was supposed to fit in
to and then back to his cock. “But my Lord, I’m afraid… I… I don’t want to hurt
you,” he stammered worriedly.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Chuckling,
Cain lowered his eyes. “Riff, I have suffered through hundreds of lashes when I
was a child. I think I’ll be able to handle this.” He spread his legs wider and
smiled. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Riff.”>

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>The
concern in Riff’s eyes softened at the obvious love and trust he was showing
him. It was a seed that had been planted ever since that first day, and now it
had grown into to something unbreakable. He could still vividly remember the
moment when Cain’s father had tried to deliver him a stroke with that bull
whip, and how Cain had jumped in between them, receiving the blow square in his
face. “Don’t hit my butler,” he had said then. He would never forget that.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>With
the precum gathered at the tip, he tried to lubricate his cock as best as he
could. That out of the way, he sat between Cain’s legs and posned ned his cock
against the quivering gateway to paradise, rubbing it up and down a few times
and delighting he she shudders of pleasure it caused in his master. Then he
leaned forward and kissed Cain, tickling his palate for distraction. He still
noted the tensing of his body as he slowly pushed his thick penis inside,
swallowing the moan and adding a whimper of his own at the tight heat that
gradually surrounded him. The need for oxygen made them break apart.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“My
Lord… Oh… You’re so… so tight. God, this is incredible,” he panted.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Cain
bit his lip as Riff slowly pushed further in. For a moment, he could feel
nothing but pain, the pulsating of his burning blood around Riff’s large cock
as he was stretched to such limits. Pleasure soon replaced that pain though as
he got used to the feeling, even if it was only for the knowledge that he
finally had Riff making love to him.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Riff
marveled at how soft Cain’s skin was. He’d always been told that the skin of a
man had the texture of rough leather, and the skin of a woman had a more downy
texture. If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear he had a woman lying under
him. So frail and delicate he looked, he was afraid to move, lest he should break
him.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comins Mns MS\"\'>Having
adjusted enough, Cain looked up to his servant. “Riff, would you do something
already? I’m not a doll, you know.” He smiled.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"c Sac Sans MS\"\'>“You
sure look like one,” Riff said softly.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Again
that “I’m moved, but I’ll never admit it” grin. “Then you’d better start
moving. This doll needs to be played with. And don’t go to easy on me. I won’t
break.”

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Riff
smiled and slightly shook his head as if he could read his thoughts. He drew
back out almost completely, then, let his hips surge forward with a vehement
thrust. The scream that tore from Cain’s throat probably could be heard up at
the castle itself, as he’d located the man’s prostate with that first push.
From that moment, he made it his purpose to hit that magical spot as often as
he could, loving the cries it caused to his sweet master.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Cain’s
entire existence was reduced to the man on top of him, or more precisely his
cock that hit his prostate with magnificent accuracy. He bucked his hips up to
meet the incessant pounding of Riff. He squeezed his eyes shut, his eyelashes
becoming moist with happy tears. He arched his back, raked his nails along
Riff’s muscular back.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Suddenly
he screamed as long and slender fingers curled around his manhood and stroked
in time with the savage dance of their hips. Managing to crack his eyes open,
he looked up at Riff’s face and felt the burning down in his gut intensify at
the pleasure he saw there. He wrapped his legs around Riff and pushed his heels
in his butt, urging him to go faster still.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“Riff!
Oh… ha-harder! Yes! Yes, that’s it!” Cain shouted.

st
style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Cain’s
cries of rapture had an erotising effect on Riff. For so long he had longed to
hear them. Up till now it had only been in a dream where he helped Cain taking
a bath, washed his hair, soaped his back; the unknowing young man in the water
unable to see the desire in his eyes. Deciding he didn’t want to keep his
feelings to himself any longer, he then moved his hand to the front, slid the
slippery soap over his nipples, and oh! accidentally dropped the soap in the
water. Hunting after it, his hand dove under the water surface, and instead
found… something far more interesting. Cain’s moans would tell him so. He would
love his hand down there. He would willingly part his legs for Riff to pleasure
him, screaming out his name as he came.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>More
than once he had woken up in the middle of the night, bathed in sweat,
wriggling, feeling tension in his boherehere there shouldn’t have been any. He
wasn’t entirely sure around what age it had started. It must’ve been somewhere
around Cain’s 17th birthday, where the puppy fat in his face started to
dissolve and he came in that passing zone from puberty to adulthood. At first
it had been eating him alive, the guilt tearing at his heart to have such
thoughts about his young master. As much as he tried to block them, whenever he
closed his eyes at night, he saw Cain naked, bent over his desk, or lying on
his bed with his wrists tied to the headboard with the sheets. They were
persistent, those visions, and at length he simply didn’t want to fight them
anymore.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Screams
filtered through his mind, reminding him that this was no dream. Hands squeezed
his arms hard enough to bruise, legs were still tightly wrapped around his
waist. He looked down. The back of Cain’s head shoved repeatedly over the grass
with the force of his thrusts. His shoulders shook, his entire body did.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“Yes!
Oh, Riff! Oh, God, yes! Almost! Coming… I’m co… Ooh!”

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Feeling
Cain’s muscles tensing, Riff buried his face between Cain’s head and shoulder,
licking the earlobe he found there, his breath hot on Cain’s skin. The channel
that held his cock trapped started clenching, the voice that greeted his ears
took on a high-pitched tone. A few more powerful strokes with his hands was all
it took to jolt them both into orgasm.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“Riff!
Oh! I’m coming! Ah! Aah!”

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“Ugh!
Ugh! Nnhh… C-Cain!!”

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Riff’s
arms finally gave out. He collapsed on top of Cain, utterly exhausted, his
lungs desperate for oxygen. He vaguely felt Cain’s legs slipping from arounim aim and dropping to the grass with a soft thud.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Cain
let his head fall back and winced slightly when Riff pulled out. “You used my
name,” Cain breathed, smiling.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“Heat
of the moment,” Riff panted, snuggling close to his master. “You have to
understand, my Lord, that it’s very hard for me to call you by your first name.
It’s not so much anymore because I know that’s what’s expected from me, but it
has become a habit.”

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“I
do understand, Riff. No doubt it has been a part of your education to respect
other people and a part of your training to use the proper etiquette when
you’re at work. But now you’re not at work,” Cain said with a swift kiss to
Riff’s nose.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“Oh,
I’m always at work.”

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Cain
frowned.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“But
I’m loving every moment of it.”

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>They
both laughed and cuddled together.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“I
always thought you liked girls,” Riff said softly, playing with one of Cain’s
dark brown locks. He wanted to tell him how beautiful his eyes were. He didn’t.
He knew Cain hated his eyes, they reminded him of how he had been conceived.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“Keeping
up appearances, you know,” Cain grinned, winking.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>They
enjoyed the moment together, but knew they had to hurry. They had already taken
too much time. Someone could pass by and see them. Justine, who was in love
with Cain; Dark, who despised Cain; Dr. Allan, who they suspected to be a
fraud; or worst of all, Merryweather, tooting around for her
"Oniisaaan!", [1] and finding a very naughty oniisan.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Riff
was the first one to stir awake from their blissful aftermath. “We should go
back now,” he said, sitting up and reaching for his clothes. “Dr. Allan will be
looking for you to tell you the ‘news’.” He snickered and started dressing.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“Yes,
you’re right,” Cain smiled. He looked around for his own clothes, his eyes
falling on the satin and lace dress shoved somewhere between the bushes. “Oh
no,” he groaned.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“What?”
Riff followed Cain’s eyes and chuckled. “I guess it’s back to the dress for
you, my Lord.” He picked it up, rubbing the grass off, and held it up. “Or
should I say “My Lady”?”

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“Shut
up, Riff. It’s not funny,” Cain said, gruffly snatching the heavy garment from
Riff’s hands and slipping into it.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“Wait,
my Lord. Let me wipe that away for you first.”

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Cain
looked up in confusion, not understanding what Riff was talking about. He
watched him take a hanky out of his pocket and wipe away the cooled semenstyle=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> from his stomach and chest. “Thank you,
Riff,” he said. Proceeding with sticking his arms through the sleeves, he
turned around for Riff to strap him up. As he felt him tugging at the straps,
his eyes softened and a small smile reappeared on his lips. “Riff,” he said.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“What
is it, my Lord?”

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“I
love you. Thank you for having made love to me.”

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Riff
smiled. “The pleasure was all mine.” The straps he was tying slipped out of his
hands as Cain turned around. “My Lord, I’m not finished yet.” A brightly
smiling face turned his way and two arms slid around his neck.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>“We
have proven my father wrong. He told me I would never find love. But I did,”
Cain said.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Riff
traced a gentle finger along Cain’s cheek and returned the smile. “Yes, you
did.”

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style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Owari

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style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-:10.:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>[1]
Oniisan means big brother in Japanese.

style=\'font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Comic Sans MS\"\'>Author\'s note: please take the time to review. It\'s only a small effort for you, but it means the world to me. Thank you.