Doctor Doctor

“Yup.” The doctor moved away from his bed-ridden patient and pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. “It’s just as I expected. He’ll be fine, sir, he just has a fever.” But the young manservant hardly seemed to believe the notion. In fact, if anything, it seemed to bother him more. He waited awhile and sure enough the young man had something to say.

“I don’t suppose, Doctor…”

“Quinton,” the man offered helpfully.

“Ah, yes, forgive me. I don’t suppose you could tell me where the fever originated from?” Light blue eyes fixed on him and he automatically flashed a toothy grin to stave off the discomfort settling in the pit of his stomach. He rubbed his arm slightly and averted his gaze to the boy on the bed, who had shifted on his side.

“It’s nothing but a response to a cold he got. Nothing more, nothing less.” He laughed, but the older man didn’t even look over at the young doctor. Instead he had moved closer to his patient, Cain, who had held his arms out to the servant. “Well, if there’s anything you need, please call.”

He reached a lightly-tanned arm around Cain’s manservant and started to remove his utensils off the bedside table. Riff suddenly stood up and Quinton jumped back in surprise.

“Thank you, Doctor.” the manservant bowed politely, and began gingerly collecting the rest of the doctor’s equipment. He felt his white jacket tug and he looked down to stare into gold eyes— no, not gold, green… with gold flecks.

“What exactly should I be doing to get better?” He gave a cheeky grin that, no doubt, gave him the name ‘Lady Killer’ among the aristocratic society. “Do I need drugs?”

“No,” Quinton’s voice piped up a bit, he felt extremely awkward and he wasn’t quite sure why. “You need to rest, drink plenty of water, and just… well, sweat it out.” He shrugged nonchalantly, but he was really trying to shrug off the on setting nervousness he was sure Cain’s eyes were causing him. A small laugh escaped his lips and he was only too happy that the other man had finished getting his equipment together.

“I’ll be back tomorrow to check on him.” The other man bowed and handed him his items.

“Thank you,” he smiled softly and Quinton was quite grateful for the feeling of relief that quelled him almost instantly. “I’ll have Ms. Ally escort you to the door. Good day, sir.”

“It was honestly no problem.” Quinton ran a hand through his medium, blonde locks as he stood up with his bag. All the contents suddenly spilled out and he felt his cheeks burn as he swept down to gather the fallen items. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

The taller man bent down and helped him gather them calmly while the younger occupant laughed at the incident, “Why is my family so fond of the kooky doctors?” He held his side as he lay on his back, laughing—almost giving off the appearance of the young master talking to the ceiling.

“Ally,” a young maid appeared at the entrance of the door at the man’s beckon, “Please, escort Doctor Quinton to the door.” The young, freckled maid curtsied and temporarily left so as to place her water can down outside of the room. The older man moved towards him and handed him his tools once more, Quinton again grinned.

“Well, it was a pleasure, Mr…” he offered his hand, fixing his grey eyes upon the taller man.

“Raffit.” Riff took the young doctor’s hand and Quinton was surprised that such a small smile could be produced from a man with that strong of a grip.

He shook his hand slightly after they parted grasps, “Well, I’ll be back tomorrow at noon. As I said, if you need anything, call me.” He waved and walked off with the maid Riff had previously named as his escort.
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Riff watched the door for a while after it had clicked shut before turning around to look at his young master sprawled out on his bedding. He was currently busy picking at the light, white blanket that was shielding his naked body. He softened his gaze and internally sighed, no matter how many times he told Cain not to pick and pull, the young earl always managed to ruin at least one sheet per month.

“Riff, I’m bored.” Cain announced exasperated, shifting so as he could drop his head off the bed and stare at his manservant.

“But, milord,” Riff moved closer to his master to remove the sheet from Cain’s loose grasp, “You seemed to be fond of tearing up your blanket.”

Cain huffed and flipped upright onto his elbows, “I don’t pay you to smart-mouth me, Riff.”

Riff internally laughed, because they both knew that Riff dealt with the financial affairs of the house and its servants. Although, if Cain ever did hold to the word of deducing his pay, then Riff would gladly do as he was told.

“What would you like to do, milord?” He had strolled over to a chair where he had been working on hanging up the suits that had returned from the cleaners.

Cain looked slyly at Riff, “I want to go out on the town.”

“Milord, I can hardly let you do that in your condition.”

“Why not?” And for a brief moment, Riff was reminded of Cain as a child as he heard the young man’s voice whine.

He turned around to face Cain, “You like to treat things as poisons and I’m quite sure if you wanted to, you would try different methods to get people infected with your cold.”

“I would not.” Cain grinned cat-like and sank into a not-to-innocent smile.

Riff finished hanging Cain’s suits in his closet and he returned to Cain’s side. Cain reached his hand up and pulled Riff down by the bottom of his vest. Riff saw a smile grace Cain’s lips as he was pulled down overtop his master.

“You don’t trust me?” Cain’s low voice against his neck sent shivers down his spine, but he kept the same straight face he had learned to uphold. Thin, willowy fingers traced digits along his neck lightly before twisting into light blue locks. “I love you.”

“I love you too, milord.”

“Do you mean it…?” he felt Cain’s breath slow as he waited for the answer.

“I always have, Cain.” He touched warm, soft lips to Cain’s neck and felt Cain struggle to fix his breathing. “I always will.”

Cain snuggled his face into Riff’s hair and smiled contentedly. Riff gingerly lifted Cain from the bed with the blanket still wrapped around his naked form. He lay Cain down at the head of his bed and kissed him fleetingly on the cheek before standing upright. Cain groaned and tried to struggle out of his thin blanket before Riff could pull away. However, he only fleetingly touched the upper part of his manservant’s leg.

“Riff!” Cain called out, but Riff fleetingly smiled before turning the corner to leave the room.

“Call me if you need anything, milord. I still have a house to tend to.”
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Cain only momentarily spotted Riff throughout the day when it came to meal times or when he deemed Cain needed a fresh glass of water. As a means of stubbornly getting back, Cain begun refusing to drink the water. So when Riff did return to tend to Cain, he found that the glass of water had been untouched.

“Milord, you need to drink—“

“Not thirsty.” Cain cut him off abruptly with a wave of his hand.

“Cain…” Riff sat on the edge of Cain’s bed and stroked the lightly, sweat-covered boy.
He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and started dabbing at Cain’s forehead, “I’m sorry. If it makes you happy,” he turned Cain’s head gently to look at him, “I’ll spend the rest of today with you.”

“I don’t want to put you out.” Cain muttered, turning his gaze angrily toward the wall.

“It’s no bother, Cain,” Riff smiled at him, “I would gladly drop everything for you in an instant, if you’d only ask.”

Cain smiled happily and reached up to touch Riff’s lower lip, “Then why did you leave earlier?”

“Because I still had things that needed to be attended to, and you would never forgive yourself if I did not check up on Ms. Mary’s welfare from time to time.”

“How is she?” Cain asked out of formal concern. As much as he loved his dear, younger sister, he really wanted to do nothing more than spend time with his love.

“She’s well. I set her about making you a ‘get well’ card.” He chuckled at the thought of the ten-year-old girl doodling on her floor to try and make a perfect card to cheer up her sick brother.

“That’s nice.” Cain commented, slowly unbuttoning Riff’s shirt.

“Milord, that hardly seems appropriate,” Riff commented, shifting a bit to look at the unlocked door.

“Then go lock it… Riffael.” The sound of his name rolling off so smoothly, so seductively made heat rise to his face as he felt blood rush to his groin. Cain’s hands slid velvet-like from Riff’s jacket and he walked over to the door and turned the lock. He rested his back against the polished wood and stared at the black-haired boy beckoning him with a finger.

He knew it was a sin. He was much older than Cain, underneath Cain’s class, and, as a servant, he was forbidden from having any relationships, especially with the master.
Sometimes he felt like he might have tricked Cain into their position, but how they actually got together seemed like a blur to him now. When he confessed this to Cain once, the teenage earl only beamed his famous smile and whispered that devils know the sweet words in which they use to ensnare their victims.

Another pulsing heat ran through his lower region and he swallowed drily. He never understood how Cain could be so calm about their relationship. So much was at stake if they were caught and yet Cain always held the air that he could never be trapped.

“You know,” Cain remarked, resting his chin upon his palm, “there is a way for me to ride out this fever…” he smiled with cat-like charm, “A way for me to sweat it out… Come here, big boy.”

Riff automatically did as Cain commanded and stood before his younger love as he begun undoing Riff’s pants. He let them slide to the ground and Cain ran his hand in a circle around Riff’s clothed cock. Riff’s face flushed slightly as he felt the necessity for touch urge him to harden despite the lack thereof.

“It seems someone misses me.” Cain rubbed his cheek against Riff’s penis and the man gasped at the sensation of his bloomers running over his already sensitive erection. He moaned as Cain put his mouth over the raised fabric area and blew hot air threw it.

He dug his fingers into Cain’s black hair and bucked forward slightly against Cain’s mouth. And through the fabric, Riff could tell Cain was smiling to himself.

“Come on, Riffael, beg me to pleasure you.” He easily brought Riff down onto his weakened knees, “Beg me to take in your dick and to swallow you wholly when you finally cum into my wet, hot mouth.”

A groan escaped Riff’s mouth as Cain ran his hand up Riff’s shirt and over his firm chest. He caressed his nipples until they hardened to the cool breeze Cain’s hands created.

Yes, he knew this was wrong, but he wanted Cain so badly to belong to him. He wanted so badly for the young man who had failed to notice him by his side to finally look at him and consider him. He needed Cain to touch him, to please him, but most of all, to love him. And he would do anything for that.

His breath was coming faster and harder as Cain ran his hand lower and lower over Riff’s abdomen— closer to where he needed to feel those smooth, stroking circles. He bit his lower lip and suppressed the groan in his throat. He had hardly even gotten a noise out of his lover and Cain was already driving him up the wall with sexual passion.

Cain sat upright on the bed and, to further toy with Riff’s mind, kept the blanket as a delicate protection between them, but raised enough up his leg to suggest thoughts to his lover’s already aroused state. He slowly unbuttoned Riff’s jacket and rolled it off his arms, purposely pressing his hands against the fabric in order to trace the smooth muscles of his servant. He shivered in anticipation of what Riff’s fit body would mean for him, but forced himself to keep his cool. If he gave even the slightest hint of submission, then Riff would easily dominate him. He wanted him to work for it.

“Hot, are we?” He loosened, Riff’s tie and kept their gazes locked. He knew for a fact that his gaze could arouse Riff, because it connected them together and made the older man feel responsible for their actions. Cain was sure only he knew the truth.

He removed the vest slowly, ‘accidently’ rubbing his foot briefly against Riff’s bloomers to create a pleasurable, ghost-like sensation. Riff visibly shuttered and his hands tightened on the edge of the mattress. He needed to push Riff. The more he pushed, the harder Riff’s member got, the better the fuck he got out of him. He had to break any mental barriers that were holding Riff back before he could be expected to ravish Cain’s body like the animal he was (after all, he had read a book once as a child that humans were nothing more than animals themselves).

“Cain… please…” Riff’s face was hidden behind the strands of hair that had fallen when he had dropped his gaze. Cain released the vest to Riff’s moaned disappointment and forced him to look into his face. Riff automatically became entranced by the lustful spark shining in the depths of Cain’s green eyes. It seemed to dance with the golden flecks that made them magical and his hips bucked forward instantaneously in the swirling mist of sex that was rising from the atmosphere.

Cain’s eyes seemed to laugh at him as he went back to attending to the removal of Riff’s vest. Finally, he had removed the gray material from him, but he seemed to be going even slower with his buttoned down shirt. Cain smiled as he saw the cloudy haze settle into Riff’s light blue eyes.

After undoing the buttons from his white shirt, Cain pulled Riff forward and bent down to kiss him passionately. Riff tried to stick his tongue into Cain’s mouth eagerly and Cain bit him for his forwardness. He needed Riff to lose control: to force, not to beg.

Sliding forward, Cain fell smoothly in between Riff’s legs and managed to avoid the man’s aching member. He pushed Riff backwards onto the floor and lay on his elbows and knees above the older man. He slammed his lips hard against his butler’s and sucked mercilessly on the man’s lower lip so that he issued another moan.

Riff rolled his hips upwards into Cain and the earl roughly slammed his palm against the man’s lower abdomen. He breathed heavily, “No, Riff. You don’t have permission yet.”

He ran his hands tauntingly down Riff’s sides and he firmly wrapped his pale hands into the rim of Riff’s bloomers. Tugging them down roughly, Riff let out a startled cry at the feeling of his undergarment brushing cruelly against his cock. Cain watched Riff’s cock bob from the cruel motion and he mentally apologized to Riff for the torture before he traced his fingers below to grope Riff’s testicles.

Riff let out a howl of pain as the rough sensation was hardly what he wanted in Cain’s touch. He was on the verge of tears from the utter pain his penis was causing him. Cain lowered his head down and blew cold air onto Riff’s firm member and marveled at the size of his manservant. Of anyone he ever knew he was quite positive Riff was the biggest in terms of masculinity that he had ever seen.

Gently he tickled Riff’s balls as he ran his tongue along Riff’s length. He rather enjoyed the hot flesh against his tongue and the smell of sex that rose off of Riff. Cain nipped the head of Riff’s cock and the man grasped as his hips buckled up towards Cain’s mouth.

He decided to cut Riff a bit of a slack and ran his tongue once over Riff before taking in a bit of his lover’s large cock. Readjusting his throat, Cain allowed more room and wrapped his mouth fully around Riff— penis and testicles. He twisted his tongue around once before throwing himself on Riff’s groin to create a gagging affect that filled his throat with hot saliva. Riff gasped as his penis and testicles were bathed in the warmth and the blood pulsing in his penis squeezed at his innards.

Cain sucked in deeply to create a welcoming pulling sensation around the cock in his mouth. Riff buckled and Cain naturally gagged as he felt Riff slide in too deep. Riff gasped from the extra shower of saliva that ran down Cain’s chin and towards Riff’s ass.

Pulling off of Riff, Cain rather enjoyed the sweet whimper that escaped Riff’s lips as his hips drove upwards of their own will. He crawled back into the bed, making sure Riff had a good view of his ass as the blanket finally revealed him.

He lay down on his back and raised himself up on his elbows. “Prepare me, Riff.”

Riff stood up on shaky legs and crawled onto the area of the bed left for him to sit on. He sat on bended knees before Cain and stared down at the white flesh before him. Cain closed his eyes, temporarily allowing his head to fall back onto the soft bed beneath his head.

Slowly Riff moved Cain’s legs apart and wrapped them on either side of his own body. Cain moved to tighten his legs around Riff’s waist, but Riff forced the boy down onto the bed roughly. Green eyes suddenly flashed open and barely a word had escaped Cain’s mouth before it became a sharp gasp.

Riff tightened his lips around the head of Cain’s cock and nipped at the sensitive nest of nerves therein. Cain struggled to sit upright, but Riff moved his hand up to push Cain backwards onto the bed. He hit the bed roughly and rose a little from the impact before his back arched at the intense pleasure of the slight movement of Riff’s lips against his hardened member.

Cain tried shifting himself backwards to run his ass against Riff as a reminder of what he was supposed to be doing, but his manservant ignored him. Riff instead ran a long, moist tongue down the center of Cain’s member. Cain issued a small gasp as he pushed his head into the soft fabric beneath him and his hands desperately found their way onto Riff’s masculine shoulders.

He felt a small tickle of Riff’s gentle fingers against his balls and he moaned deep and low within his throat. He ran his fingers through Riff’s blue locks and gasped in sensation to the kiss Riff placed on the side of his shaft. Riff bit down hard, but short and Cain let out a yell of protest to the ringing sensation running through his aroused organ.

Riff licked the underside of Cain’s cock and he hissed in anger from the last movement of his explorative partner.

“If you—“ his hiss was cut off abruptly by a shocked cry that flew out of his mouth as Riff’s tongue, which had been circling his entrance, slid in. He squirmed at the sensation and his cock felt hot with the rush of blood inspired from the contrasting sensations at his penis and his entrance. “R-Riff…!”

His tongue ran upwards along the rough ridges of Cain’s ass and his young love let his name roll out into a moan. Pulling out, he stuck one of his fingers in his mouth before pushing it into Cain. He watched fondly as Cain arched his back and his member strengthened with the new flow of blood. Bending over the smaller body beneath him, Riff snatched Cain’s partially opened mouth with his own lips. Cain’s bottom lip trembled against his as Riff ran his tongue over and around his master’s.

Cain started sucking on Riff’s tongue, begging without words for the second finger Riff slid into his ass. Riff ran his opposite hand along Cain’s exposed chest, down to his stomach before sliding back up to circle one of Cain’s susceptible nipples. His youthful lover arched as he drove his cock into the air, Riff pulled away to blow cool air on the sensitized organ.

Letting out a trembling gasp, Cain shook with the need for oxygen that Riff was stealing second by second. But before Cain could even take in another gulp, the older man had slammed his mouth back over Cain’s. He drove his tongue roughly underneath Cain’s before gently careening the roof of his lover’s mouth and the back of his white teeth.

Cain groaned as he sat back onto Riff’s third finger. He started moving himself subconsciously up and down to create a pleasurable friction inside himself. Riff spread his fingers inside Cain’s ass to loosen up the muscle walls and he felt Cain shudder with pleasure. He took in the site before driving his fingers deep within Cain to stroke his prostate gland. Cain screamed in ecstasy at the sensation and he rose himself up on his heels to push his cock in the air before falling back onto Riff’s fingers.

By now, Riff had inserted four fingers and was busying stretching Cain as his lover panted in the heat wave his prostate had created. Riff suddenly lifted Cain from the bed and threw him down hard, square onto the bed. Cain gasped as he felt Riff’s chest squeeze the oxygen out of his lungs.

Cain let out a loud cry which was quickly muffled by Riff’s hand as he felt Riff’s fingers replaced by something much bigger. His eyes glazed over with lust and complete submission as he felt Riff gently sink himself within Cain. His own cock seemed pleased by the pure sound of Riff’s hitched breath as he lowered his penis into the man beneath him.

Spreading his legs to give Riff more room for entrance, Riff wrapped his hands around Cain’s lower back and one of his legs as he guided them up to his shoulders. Cain gave in to Riff’s guidance and dropped himself slowly onto Riff before floating back up and falling back down. Riff shot deep inside Cain in response and both of their moans intermingled in the perfume of sex about them.

Cain howled as Riff hit his prostate again and Riff stopped. He pulsed himself about the area, pumping in and out slowly as if to stroke Cain internally with his own cock. Cain arched his back and pushed himself deeper onto Riff, sinking his ass all the way to the base of Riff’s cock.

Riff sighed at the feeling of Cain’s twitching muscles around his responsive organ and he rolled himself slowly out of Cain. His young master shuddered, sending muscle contractions to his ass as Riff, yet again, found the magical spot.

His hands now lay underneath Cain, gripping the young man’s sweat-painted back for support. Cain wrapped his hands around Riff’s lower arms and applied pressure to get his attention.

“Riff, please,” Cain begged, his member felt horribly untouched, “Ravish me.”

His hauntingly green eyes flashed gold and Riff felt himself get hotter in the face and his hips crashed into Cain’s ass. The young man let out a cry of pleasure before sliding himself down onto Riff again and again and again.

Riff lost balance and collapsed above Cain. The young earl wrapped his legs about Riff’s waist and slid Riff into himself again, leaving Riff gasping at the feeling of Cain’s overworked muscles contracting about him. He buckled forward again into Cain.

“Harder, Riff, harder!” Cain’s black locks clung to his face and Riff felt flushed. He drove himself in as far as he could and all he could focus on were the moans and the groans coming from pale lips.

He felt a pressure building up in the back of his shaft and he moaned in frustration. It felt so pleasurable that feeling of heat, of muscles, of air that circled them building up into one pinpoint pressure behind his penis. And he could feel the friction of himself pushing into Cain’s smaller ass and being that close inside him to feel every compression from his master’s responding muscles.

Cain’s name echoed off the walls as he ejaculated within the small cavity of his lover’s ass. He panted into Cain’s shoulder as the remainder of his hot seed trickled from within Cain down under Riff’s cock. He shuddered as he felt Cain’s muscles fully conscript around his limp member as his abdomen was sprayed by Cain’s own semen.

Cain wrapped his arms lovingly around Riff as the older man pulled out to make himself more comfortable. He lay there atop Cain still as he nuzzled his head into Riff’s sweaty neck.

“Feel better?” Riff panted, as he dutifully wiped Cain and himself of the extra cum clinging to their still hot bodies.

“Sweated out.” Cain affirmed, smiling tiredly up at Riff. “You never cease to amaze me.”
Riff smiled warmly back, but did not say a word to Cain’s compliment. He gently licked the salty substance at Cain’s neck and shoulders as Cain kissed at Riff’s face.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, milord.” And Riff lay down next to Cain to hold him in his arms as they both lay in the quietude of their aftermath. Cain grinned.

“I feel much better now, doctor.” Cain whispered in Riff’s ear before kissing him on the cheek. Riff felt a stirring in his lower abdomen as Cain rested his head against his servant’s chest and drifted to sleep to the still somewhat erratic beat of his manservant’s heart.