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First Meeting	By : Carpentaria Category: +G to L > Gankutsuou Views: 1694 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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First Meeting

The Count and Albert have met before although Albert has no recollection of the time spent with the man… perhaps for the better.

Albert P.O.V.

“We got really lucky with this one! He’s gonna go for a really high price!”

Albert frowned slightly as the voice woke him from a very deep slumber. He tried to open his eyes but they felt so heavy that the mere effort made him want to fall back asleep. But even in his relaxed state, he knew deep down that something was not right. He turned his head and let out a slight groan at the movement. It felt like his thoughts were being pulled and pushed around, making his head pound.

“Hey, I think he’s waking up. About time, the buyers are ready to see the goods.”

Buyers? What…?

Albert finally opened his eyes and looked around. He was lying on a bed, but he didn’t recognise his surroundings. He managed to rise to his elbows and looked at the men at the foot of the bed. There were two of them, one of them holding a camera.

“Where am I? What happened?” he whispered. He grabbed his head when it started pounding again and moaned. I was in the city… with Franz…

As he became more aware, he began to feel hot. His body was pulsing with heat, making every nerve and cell throb. His breath came in short pants as his blood became heated. His muscles trembled slightly, and he felt weak and out of control.

What is happening? he thought fearfully. My body feels… weird…

He leaned forward and tried to take a deep breath but the movement only succeeded in heating up his body even more. He fell to the side and curled up, bringing his knees close to his chest as if that could protect him. Something isn’t right…

A moan escaped his lips and the men turned their full attention on him. One of them grinned and reached out to touch him. As the man’s fingertips lightly traced his bare calf, Albert managed to find the strength to move. He lashed out with his hand, his palm connecting with the man’s cheek.

“Where am I?! Who are you?!” he yelled and yanked himself away from the man. His body was still throbbing, but his instincts told him to fight or something terrible would happen. He glared when the man simply smirked at him, not affected by the slap at all.

“Let me go! My parents will–“

“Your parents cannot reach you here, little noble,” the man holding the camera said. He sent Albert a sly grin. “You should be honoured! We only pick the very best for the auction.”

“What are you talking about? What auction?” Albert demanded to know. The man didn’t answer. He shifted the camera, pointing the lens directly at Albert.

“It’s time to get started,” he said. The other man who had first touched him grinned and reached out once more. Albert kicked out but before his foot could hit the man, he was grabbed by the ankle.

“He is quite lively. Are you sure the drugs are working?” the cameraman asked. The man holding him by the ankle laughed.

“Oh, I’m sure. Just look at his face! A few strokes and he’ll be begging me to touch him.” With those words, he yanked hard, pulling Albert to him. The boy let out a cry of surprise and fear and tried to wiggle free. It was only now that he realised that he was only wearing a thin silk robe. The robe rode up high on his thighs as he struggled and he reached down to keep it in place.

Before he could do so, the man slipped a hand beneath the thin material and gently took hold of his soft cock. The touch made him cry out and arch his back. It sent bolts of pleasure shooting through his body and he felt himself slowly harden. He pushed weakly at the man’s shoulders, but whatever drugs they had given him were starting to take full effect. There was no strength in his arms.

“There we go, he’s just a bit shy,” the man said and continued to fondle him. He grinned when Albert gasped and hardened in his hand. He pumped the boy a few more times before releasing the hot organ. His fingers were slick with precum and he brought one to his mouth and sucked it.

“Very tasty,” he said. Albert flushed, humiliation and fear coursing through his body. No one had ever touched him there. He had touched himself before, but he had always been somewhat embarrassed when he pleasured himself. He wasn’t quite comfortable with his body yet, and the act of pleasuring himself had always seemed at bit frightening. His body reacted in ways he couldn’t control, but Franz had assured him it was completely normal.

But there was nothing normal about this situation. The man holding the camera moved so that he was standing on the side. Albert turned his head away when he realised the lens was pointing straight at him.

“No no, precious. The buyers are expecting a good show,” the man on the bed said and grabbed his chin, turning his head towards the camera. At the same time, he reached down again and gently rolled the boy’s balls. Albert couldn’t hold back a moan of pleasure as his body became tight as a bowstring. He trembled and gasped as the man touched him.

“Good boy,” the man said. Albert bit his lip hard to hold back any sounds, but he couldn’t prevent the gasps that spilled from his mouth. His hips rose when the man wrapped his hand around his now hard shaft and began to stroke him again.

“Nhh!”

Without warning, the man suddenly released him and flipped him over. Hard hands grabbed his hips and pulled his lower body up while his torso was pressed against the bed. A warm hand slid up his thigh, pushing the robe with it.

“N-no!” Albert whined and tried to turn around. The man quickly grabbed one of his arms and pulled it behind his back, keeping him locked in a kneeling position with his upper body lowered. The man pushed his legs further apart, exposing him. Albert cried out when a hand smacked him.

“Hey don’t leave any marks! That’s for the buyers only,” the cameraman said.

“I know, don’t worry,” the other man said. He resumed his stroking of Albert’s cock, bringing him to the point of release. Just when he was about to cum, the man moved his hand from his cock to his arse. He ran his fingers lightly along the crack. Then, he gently pressed a finger against the boy’s pucker.

The reaction was instant. Albert gasped and arched his back. The man laughed and did again, this time harder. His fingers were slick with precum and he pushed a finger in to the first knuckle.

“S-stop!” Albert gasped as the unfamiliar feeling of someone entering his body crashed through him. The grip on his arm became painful when he tried struggle and he whined painfully.

“Be careful!” the cameraman warned. The other man simply tsked and removed his finger. He released Albert completely and the boy scooted up the bed as far away from the man as he could get. His body was still throbbing with pleasure but it was starting to hurt.

Someone… help me…

Edmond P.O.V

“As always, it’s a pleasure doing business with you, Count,” the man sitting opposite him said and closed the briefcase containing an enormous amount of money. Edmond smirked and shook the man’s hand. His plan was slowly starting to move into its initial phase. Soon, he would be in Paris and then his revenge on those that had betrayed him so long ago would begin. He sensed Gankutsuou press against his mind. The demon was basking in his darkness, whispering sweet tales about revenge and pain and blood. Edmond pushed it back to the furthest corner of his mind, but the demon simply chuckled. It was always close by.

“If you don’t mind, Count, I would like to invite you to a… special auction taking place tonight,” his business partner said. Edmond raised an eyebrow.

“What sort of auction?” he asked. The other man smirked.

“It would be best to show you, Count. Please follow me, I’m sure you won’t be disappointed.” Edmond followed the man, not showing any signs of interest. He doubted there was anything at the auction that he didn’t already have or needed. The man led him further away from the main part of the space cruise ship. The ship was filled with rich people, all flaunting their wealth at each other and walking around like peacocks showing their feathers.

He wanted to laugh at them all, wanted to show them how easy it was to take away their riches and leave them crawling in the filth. But he held back his emotions.

Paris will soon learn the deadly consequences of betrayal.

When they reached the far end of the ship, the man shoved him through a door leading to a large room. It was very dark, the only light coming from a large screen on the wall. He could sense a number of people in the room and heard them chatter lowly to each other. His business partner led him a small round table with two chairs and bid him sit.

“The auction is just about to begin,” he whispered.

Edmond looked up as the screen flicked to life. The sound of gasping moans filled the room as the image of a young man appeared on the screen. Sounds of approval rose as the potential buyers got their first look at tonight’s merchandise. Edmond felt his eyes widen a fraction.

He recognised the young man on the screen. It was Albert Morcerf, son of Fernand and Mercedes Morcerf. It was the son of his greatest enemy.

The boy let out a whimper and arched his back when the man holding him slipped his hand beneath the thin robe and fondled him. The room grew heated as men began shouting out numbers, the price quickly climbing as they watched the boy writher on the bed, calling out in his sweet voice for someone to help.

“So, what do you think? He’s the son of a noble from Paris. A real catch this time,” his business partner said. Edmond did not answer. He remained still as more bids were shouted. He revealed nothing on the outside but the sight of that young man had his body tighten up for several reasons. One was an intense hate, another pure and basic lust. There was no denying the boy’s beauty, and the way he was moving about only added to his sensuality.

“Are you not going to bid?” the man next to him asked. Edmond did not look at him when he answered.

“I don’t see the value in purchasing a useless tool,” he said. The man looked slightly surprised but then shrugged. He could never quite figure out the Count’s motives.

Edmond remained still as the bidding continued, rising to the millions. He was so very tempted to let some old, disgusting man have the boy and take him far away. That way his enemies would forever wonder what had happened to their son, despairing at their inability to find him.

But another part of him wanted the boy for himself. Albert had a crucial role to play in his revenge, but if he was taken by someone else, what would become of his plan? He knew he could always adjust, but the thought of the despair and pain that awaited his enemies in Paris, and Albert’s part in it, made him raise his hand.

“50 millions,” he called. The room suddenly became quiet. Heads turned to look at the man offering such a high price. Some of them recognised him and quickly decided not to continue the bidding. Others, however, scowled angrily. One man in particular seemed highly offended.

“51,” he countered and sent Edmond a challenging stare. It was clear that he wanted the boy very much.

“52,” Edmond said without looking away from the screen, where Albert was panting for breath. Even from here he could see the boy tremble as whatever drugs he had been injected with took full affect. His face was flushed a lovely red and his chest rose and fell rapidly.

“53!” his opponent yelled. A friend of his shook his shoulder, clearly recognising the Count and trying to save his friend. The man ignored the warnings and smirked. The action made Edmond smile softly.

“100 millions,” he offered. The auctioneer faltered, clearly not expecting such a high price.

“1-100 millions! Going once… going twice… sold to the Count of Monte Cristo!” The image of Albert disappeared from the screen, only to be replaced by another, this time a young woman. Edmond stood, ignoring the other buyers and headed for the door. A woman was waiting for him. She held up a thin square of glass the size of a book.

“Please confirm your purchase,” she said and held it out for him. Edmond reached into his pocket and took out a thin card. He laid on the glass and immediately a series of numbers appeared. A green light began blinking and the woman nodded. She handed him back his card.

“Your purchase has been confirmed. Thank you for your business with us. Do you have any requirements in regards to the delivery of your merchandise?” she asked. Edmond considered the offer for a moment before answering.

“Have it blindfolded and hands tied, and then take it to my ship.”

The woman nodded and bowed. As he made his way towards his ship, he couldn’t prevent a shiver of excitement from running down his spine.

I’ll take you places you have never been before, young Albert.

It was dark by the time Edmond left the building and headed for his ship. Several transactions and business deals had been completed. He unconsciously quickened his steps as his thoughts turned to price waiting for him. His servant Giovanni Bertuccio was waiting for him at the entrance of the ship.

“Is everything in order?” Edmond questioned as he entered. Bertuccio nodded and followed him.

“Yes, we are ready to leave at once,” the big man said. Edmond took off his cloak and handed it to him.

“What of the merchandise?” he asked. Bertuccio hesitated slightly before answering.

“He has been taken to your private rooms, my lord.”

“Very well, take us to Paris. Do not disturb me unless absolutely necessary,” Edmond ordered. He did not give Bertuccio the chance to say anything more. He quickly made his way towards his private rooms. He stopped in front of the door, pausing a moment to settle his thoughts and body before pressing a button. The door slid open with a hiss.

The interior was illuminated by a soft red light. His eyes moved to the bed where his captive lay. The boy had been blindfolded and his hands tied behind his back as per his request. A fine tremor ran through his body at the sound of the door opening and closing. He turned his head slightly as he strained to hear anything.

“Hello?” he called out in a quiet voice. Edmond smirked. He did not say anything, but allowed his presence to fill the room and speak for itself. The boy evidently sensed him because he called out again, this time louder.

“Who’s there?”

Edmond turned away from the bed and made his towards the bathroom connected to the master suit. Either Bertuccio or Baptistin had made it very clear to the boy that he was not to move because he remained on the bed. Edmond took his time removing his clothes. He stepped into the large shower and turned on the water. He let out a sigh as it cascaded down from multiple showerheads and washed away the grime. As he soaped up his body, his thoughts returned to the young man in the other room.

He still hadn’t quite decided what to with Albert Morcerf. On the one hand, he could simply lock the boy up until they reached Paris and then drug him before dumping him somewhere. There were drugs that caused memory loss so Albert wouldn’t remember what had happened the last few days.

Gankutsuou stirred in his mind. He clearly thought it a waste to simply lock Albert up somewhere. No, the demon wanted to touch and taste.

He is right there, vulnerable and sweet. He is ours to take, to play with and to hurt, it whispered seductively. Edmond tried to suppress the images that rose of a naked Albert on his knees, legs spread and chest lowered to the bed as the Count pounded into him. The demon’s desire grew within him and Edmond had to fight to stay in control.

Yesss… he would cry out in that sweet voice, begging for more, Gankutsuou said.

Edmond turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He dried himself with a soft towel and then dressed in a simple robe. Steam spilled out of the bathroom when he opened the door. He walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of expensive vine. He poured himself a glass and the turned his attention once more to Albert.

The boy was squirming slightly, legs pressed tightly together as he struggled to fight the drugs in his system. The silk robe that he wore had become slightly undone, exposing his chest. Edmond’s eyes travelled to his nipples that were peaked and rosy. He bit his lips to hold back the desire that crashed through him at the sight. Gankutsuou moved about more restlessly, urging him to go over there and take the boy. He finished his wine and set the glass down.

“Do you know why you are here?” he asked. The boy stilled his movements.

“W-who are you?” he asked. Edmond ignored the question.

“You are here because you need to be punished,” he said.

“Punished? For what?” Albert asked.

“You are the result of a terrible betrayal, Albert Morcert. A betrayal that will not go unpunished,” Edmond said and slowly made his way towards the bed. The boy stilled.

“If you know my name, then you know who my family is. Nothing good will happen if you hurt me,” the boy said. Edmond chuckled darkly.

“Your family means nothing to me, boy. Their reach is not far enough and their power too feeble to hurt me. It would take me but a moment to destroy them.” Edmond was close enough to reach out and he gently ran a finger up the boy’s naked leg. The boy jumped at the unexpected touch and curled away from him.

“What do you want? Money?” he asked.

“Ah, a true aristocrat’s answer. You really do believe that money is the solution for everything,” Edmond said. “No, Albert, I do not want your family’s filthy money. What I want is something far more valuable.”

Edmond reached out again and grabbed the boy’s ankle. He pulled him down the bed until he was stretched out and then leaned over, hands resting on either side of the boy’s head. His long hair fell like a dark curtain around them, tickling the boy’s sensitive skin.

“What I want, Albert, is your complete and utter destruction.”

Albert P.O.V.

Albert trembled at the words and he couldn’t hold back a small gasp. When he had been brought to the ship, blindfolded and hands tied behind his back, he had been utter confused and scared. He had offered his father’s money or favour, but the man leading him through the ship had simply ignored him. With a push he had tumbled down on a soft bed and ordered not to move. The threat behind the words had been clear, and Albert had no doubt he would be hurt if he disobeyed. So he stayed on the bed, wondering what would happen to him.

After what felt like hours, the door to the room had slid open and he had immediately sensed the dark and commanding presence of whoever had entered. His questions had been ignored and he had been left to himself. A part of him had hoped that this stranger simply wanted money, but those hopes had quickly been crushed.

“Please, I don’t understand? What betrayal?” he asked desperately when he sensed the man lean down, his warm breath puffing against his face.

“You’ll find out… when the time is right,” the man said. Albert shuddered. The ominous threat was obvious.

“Who are you?” he whispered. He tried to think of anyone that would want to hurt him or his family but no one came to mind.

“You may refer to me as… the Count,” the man told him.

“Count?” It was not a name, but the term itself seemed to somehow embody everything about this stranger: strong, confident… and deadly. He shifted uncomfortable on the bed as his hands dug into his lower back. He let out a yelp when he was grabbed by the front of his robe and yanked up into a sitting position. He felt the man wrap his arms around him and gently stroke his tied wrists.

“I will untie you on the condition that you do not remove the blindfold. If you do, I’ll will gorge your eyes out with my fingers. Do you understand?” the Count said. Albert nodded. He did not doubt that the Count would follow through with his threat. He remained still as the Count undid the rope and sighed quietly. He quickly brought his hands to his front, rubbing the sore skin of his wrists. He heard the Count chuckle.

“What?” he asked defensively. The blindfold prevented him from seeing but he could tell that the man was highly amused by the sound of his voice.

“You really are a true aristocrat, aren’t you? Such soft skin. Have you ever had to work a day in your life?”

Albert flushed. It was true that he had never done any true, hard work, but the man spoke as if he stayed in bed all day long, doing nothing but lay around while others did the work.

“And what do you know about hard work? Are you not a count?” Albert asked angrily.

“I have only ever worked for my life,” the Count said in a deadly voice. “Something you or your family knows very little about.”

“My father is a hard-working man! He protects us and the country from our enemies!” Albert shouted.

“Hard-working? Yes, I suppose he has worked very hard to get where he is. After all, it takes a lot of planning and execution to betray and murder your friends and allies for personal gains,” the Count said.

Before he knew what he was doing, Albert lashed out with his hand. Although he couldn’t see he knew the Count had to be somewhere in front of him. A cold hand grabbed his wrist in a bruising grip.

“Such violence does not become a young aristocrat like yourself,” the Count said. He tightened his grip, almost grinding the delicate bones in his wrist together.

“My father is a noble man! He would never do any of those things!” Albert yelled and tried to yank his wrist free. The Count did not answer and a terrible silence descended on the room. Albert felt his heart race with anger and fear. He did not understand why this man would accuse his father of such terrible things, but he knew he would never believe a word of it.

“Shall I show you what a ‘noble’ man like your father has created?” the Count whispered. Before Albert could answer, he was pushed down and both wrists caught in a hard grip. He let out a cry of surprise. His hands were yanked above his head and pressed into the bed. He felt the man straddle his body and squeeze his waist with his powerful thighs.

“What are you doing?!” He cried out in alarm when he felt his thin robe pushed aside, exposing his chest completely. His inability to see anything heightened his other senses, particular his sense of touch.

A cool finger tapped his collarbone lightly before gliding down his chest. He gasped when the finger moved to his nipple and gently circled it. The drugs were still active in his system and his body immediately responded. His gasps turned into moans when his nipple was caught between a thumb and forefinger and rolled. The touch sent bolts of electricity through his body, heating his blood and every nerve. He hadn’t known that his nipples were so sensitive to touch!

He sensed the man above him leaning down, and the something hot and wet closed around the sensitive nub and sucked. Hard.

“Ahh!” The intensity of the feelings shooting from his nipple to the rest of the body was almost too much. He arched his back and threw his head back as the Count continued to suck and bite. Only when the man drew back was he able to pull enough air into his lungs to breathe properly.

“You are quite sensitive. They must have injected you with powerful drugs,” the Count said. Albert panted for air, his body alight with fire. He tucked helplessly on his wrists, but the Count’s grip remained strong and tight. He gave a start when a cool hand was placed on his chest directly over his heart.

“I can feel your life beneath my hand,” the Count said in a quiet voice. “How easy it would be to end it.”

Albert froze. Would the man kill him?

“But that is not your fate tonight. Let us continue,” the Count said after a moment. Cold lips began trailing soft kisses along his neck, paying particular attention to a sensitive spot behind his ear. Albert couldn’t hold back the whimpers that spilled from his lips. He had never been touched like this before. He had been held by his parents, but there always seemed to a distant between them.

There was no such thing with the Count. He could feel the Count’s entire being.

He feels… so warm yet cold, he thought. A part of him longed to wrap himself around this mysterious man, wanted to hold him as close as possible and never let go. But the logical part of his mind told him that the Count was dangerous and someone to stay as far away from as possible. This was a man that wanted to destroy his family.

“L-let go,” he said as he forced himself to think through the pleasure. The Count responded by sinking his teeth into his neck. Albert cried out as the sting of the bite cut through the pleasure.

“Do not tell me what to do, Albert. Or I might change my plans for tonight,” the Count whispered dangerously. His voice sent shivers of fear and anticipation down Albert’s spine. “Now, I’m going to release your hands. Do not move or I will tie you up again.”

Albert resisted the urge to bring his arms down as soon as the Count released him. Instead, he gripped the bedsheets in a tight grip. His fear and anticipation was clear as he panted for air. The blindfold felt impossible tight and he longed to rip it off. But he knew the consequences of such action would be painful. Instead, he bit his lip hard in order to distract his mind from what was happening to his body.

But he was young and inexperienced, and the man holding him down knew exactly how to manipulate his body. Cool hands began rubbing his chest and sides, thumbs occasionally teasing his nipples. Then those hands moved lower, strong fingers pushing into his waist and massaging his hips. Against his will, Albert felt himself slowly relax. The touches were calming and even gentle. His grip on the bedsheets relaxed and he sank deeper into the bed.

Edmond’ P.O.V.

Edmond smirked when he felt the boy relax beneath him. It was painfully obvious that the boy had no experience with sexual interaction. If he had been an experienced man or woman he would know not to let a simple massage calm him so. Instead, he would have been on constant alert, waiting for the right moment to strike. Instead, he lay spread out before him like a banquet waiting to be consumed.

Their earlier conversation had angered him more than he cared to admit. He had been tempted to beat the boy for his words, but the logical part of his mind knew that Albert had no idea about his father’s true identity or past. But the primal part of him, the part of him where the wound of betrayal still ran deep, wanted to rip the boy apart. It urged him to show the stupid thing just how furious he was. Gankutsuou stirred restlessly within him. The demon had a hard time deciding whether it wanted the boy’s blood or his body.

I’ll give him both, Edmond thought darkly. He paused his gentle massage and before the boy could register what was going on, he grabbed the thin robe and pulled it away, completely exposing the boy. Albert let out a startled yelp and his hands immediately flew down to cover his most private area. Edmond snorted.

“What did I tell you about moving your hands?” he growled and quickly caught the boy’s thin wrists in his hands. He easily pulled them away so that he could get a look at the boy’s exposed regions. He ignored the angry protests and shouts, and simply used his greater strength to keep Albert down.

“D-don’t! Stop it!” Albert’s voice was high with panic and he tucked helplessly on his hands. His body quivered and his harsh panting filled the air.

Edmond ignored his frantic pleading and allowed himself the pleasure of seeing the boy naked. His cock was soft and slender, and his balls plum. Soft curls surrounded the base of his shaft and Edmond knew they would be as silky as the hair on his head. The boy was still growing and it would take some time yet before his body was fully developed.

“Please – stop looking,” Albert whispered in a broken voice. Edmond looked up. The cloth around his eyes was slightly damp. His cheeks were red and wet as tears trailed down from his covered eyes. The sight did nothing to soften his heart.

“Don’t worry, you have nothing to be ashamed of. I’m sure in a few years, when you are fully grown, that you will be quite the heartbreaker,” he said. A whimper escaped the boy and Edmond smirked. He put his free hand on the boy’s lower stomach and then slowly moved it down. The boy’s panic increased and he tried to kick out when his hand paused just above his cock.

“N-no!”

Edmond ignored him once more, wrapped his hand around the soft organ, and began to stroke him. Albert let out a chocked gasp and arched his back. Edmond watched him closely as he stroked him expertly. The boy hardened almost instantly, his cock hot and pulsing with life. Edmond circled the head with his thumb before gently teasing the slit. Precum gushed out and the boy moaned loudly, throwing his head back and exposing his neck. Edmond leaned down and pressed hot kisses to his skin while he continued to jerk him off.

The boy’s hips rose and fell, chasing the movement of his hand. His whole body was tight as a bowstring and Edmond knew he was close to orgasm.

“Does it feel good?” he whispered against his ear. “Your cock is hard and leaking in my hand. If I continue like this, you’ll paint your stomach white with your cum.” The organ in his hand throbbed and the thick vein on the underside pulsed.

“Answer me, Albert. Tell me how it feels,” he commanded. The boy let out a cry when he twisted his hand slightly.

“I-I don’t… like… it…” Albert managed to get out between moans of pleasure. It was obvious that he was lying.

“Is that so? Then, maybe we should do something else?” he said. Before Albert could do or say anything, Edmond released his trapped wrists and moved down his body. He pushed the boy’s legs apart and settled between them. He lowered his head and wrapped his lips around the boy’s cock and sucked. Hard.

Albert let out a scream of pure bliss. A hand grabbed his hair and Edmond paused. Warm fingers entangled in his long locks and gently tucked.

“Please,” the boy whispered brokenly. Edmond rewarded his plea by taking his cock all the way down his throat. He bobbed his head, using his lips and tongue and teeth to pleasure the boy. It only took a few seconds before the boy’s orgasm tore through him. Edmond swallowed the cum gushing down his throat easily and didn’t pull back until the boy was completely spent.

He sat back and took in the sight of the naked form in front of him. The boy’s body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. His limbs trembled and his chest rose and fell in frantic movements. He had flung a hand across his face and turned his head away. He cheeks were flushed a lovely rosy colour.

So easy to manipulate, he thought. Gankutsuou shared his glee, urging him on. Edmond watched as the boy slowly came down from his high. Albert lowered his arms until they rested on either side of his head. His breathing had evened out and the trembling of his body had almost disappeared.

He leaned down and gently traced the boy’s lower lip with his finger. The boy stilled and waited. Edmond continued to caress his lips before pushing a finger into his mouth. Albert let out a shocked gasp and tried to turn his head away.

“Suck. It is necessary for the next part of our little dance,” Edmond said. He pushed a second finger in and played with the boy’s tongue, enjoying the warmth of his mouth. Perhaps he would have the boy suck him off later. The thought of those pretty lips stretched around his cock made his cock pulse and push against his trousers.

“There’s a good boy. I had a feeling you would be good at this, Albert,” he said and petted the boy as if he were a pet. The boy paused and suddenly his whole demeanour changed. Before Edmond could react, Albert sank his teeth into his fingers, biting down hard enough to cause significant pain. Edmond let out a curse and tried to pull his fingers away. Albert responded by biting down harder.

“Foolish boy,” Edmond whispered in a deadly voice before delivering a vicious slap to the boy’s head. The force of the slap snapped Albert’s head to the side and dislodged his hold on Edmond’s fingers. But the pain did not seem to frighten the boy into submission. He actually let out a growl and raised his hand to yank off the blindfold.

Quick as a striking snake, Edmond’s hand shot forward and grabbed the boy’s hand before he could pull it off. He then used his greater strength and easily flipped the boy onto his stomach.

“Let me go!” Albert yelled and struggled to get free. Edmond let out a hiss of annoyance and pinned his trapped arm behind his back. He quickly grabbed the other arm and twisted it back as well, trapping both arms. He pulled them upwards and away, watching with satisfaction as the boy’s shoulder blades twisted beneath silky skin at the unnatural angel. Albert let out a cry of pain when he tightened his grip.

“What did you think you could do? Even if you had somehow managed to overcome me, there is no one on this ship to help you,” Edmond said. He was half-angry, half-amused by the boy’s disobedience.

“I won’t let you hurt me anymore!” Albert yelled and tried to lift his chest off the bed to ease the pressure on his shoulders.

“Hurt you? Oh, Albert, you foolish child. I have not even begun to hurt you,” Edmond said. “I promise that when this is over, you’ll understand what it means to be hurt.”

Using one hand to pin the boy’s arms, Edmond grabbed the silk tie from Albert’s disregarded robe and used it to bind his arms. The boy tried to pull his wrists free, but the tie held strong.

“Now, let us continue,” he said in a dark voice. He brought his now dry fingers to his mouth and sucked, coating them in saliva. When they were sufficiently wet, he brought one to the boy’s exposed entrance and gently circled the small opening. Albert stiffened at the unfamiliar touch.

“What are you doing?” he asked alarmed. He tried to twist his body away but a strong hand on his hip prevented that.

“I was going to prepare thoroughly you so that you too would enjoy our joining, but your attempt to hurt me before has changed my mind. Perhaps after this you will appreciate what I offer you.” With those words, he pushed a finger in to the first knuckle.

Impossible tight heat clamped down on the digit. Edmond let out a gasp and felt his cock harden even further. Any lingering doubts about the boy’s virginity were blown away instantly. Albert arched his back but Edmond ignored him and focused on not cumming right away. He pushed his finger further in, thoroughly enjoying the way the boy’s passage seemed to swallow his finger. He stroked Albert’s silky interior as he gently moved his finger in and out.

“No, stop it! It feels weird!” Albert cried out. Edmond ignored his pleas and crocked his finger slightly, searching for that magical spot. He knew he had found it when Albert let out a loud gasp. His passage tightened, clamping down harder on his finger. He continued to stroke the bundle of sensitive nerves, smirking as the boy’s pleas turned to moans and choked gasps of pleasure. Soon, Albert was moving his hips in time with Edmond’s finger.

When the boy was thoroughly distracted by the pleasure, he added a second finger. Albert let out a whimper when his passage was stretched, but Edmond did not give him time to voice his pain. He moved his fingers in and out, caressing his inner walls and pumping into his prostrate now and then.

That’s it, Albert. Forget about everything and lose yourself in my touch, Edmond thought darkly. The boy was no longer struggling to get away, but moved his body urgently as he neared his second climax. When Edmond felt Albert shiver and unconsciously tighten his muscles, he knew he was close to cumming. Edmond removed his fingers, smirking when the boy let out a sigh of frustration.

Edmond quickly undid his belt and trousers. He sighed quietly as his cock was released from its tight confinement. It was long and thick, the head the size of a plum and precum gushed out from the enlarged slit. He closed his fingers around it and slowly pumped it, smearing the sticky liquid all over it. He fingered the vein on the underside, panting slightly as pleasure shot through him.

Edmond watched amused as Albert curled his body, preparing it to make a mad dash for freedom. He quickly wrapped an arm around the boy’s waist, pulling him closer.

The movement brought the head of his cock in direct contact with Albert’s opening. The slightly prepared hole quivered as he rubbed his cock over it. Albert sucked in a sharp breath. Edmond continued to move his erection along the boy’s crack, teasing them both. But he was too aroused to wait any longer and he carefully began to push inside Albert.

Albert P.O.V.

Albert let out a gasp of pain as the Count began to push past the tight ring of muscles protecting his inner channel. The previous pleasure that had coursed through him disappeared as pain spread to every nerve.

“Stop! Stop!” He cried out and tried to pull away. The Count simply tightened his grip and continued to push forward. Albert tugged helplessly on his bound wrists. Tears leaked from his eyes and wetted the blindfold. He tried to breathe but every time he inhaled the Count moved deeper inside him.

Please stop… he thought silently. He lost track of time, but it seemed as if hours passed before the Count finally stopped moving. He lay gasping for breath, praying that it was over. He startled when a warm hand ran down his sweaty back.

“And now, Albert, I will teach you what it really means to be hurt,” the Count whispered in a husky voice. Before Albert could comprehend the words, the older man began to thrust. The movements were shallow, the man only pulling back a few inches before pushing inside again.

Albert felt his body tighten, fighting the intrusion still. But the Count would not be denied and he continued to move in and out at a slow pace. His body still throbbed with pain, especially his lower back and hips, but as that thick, hot organ rubbed against his inner walls, pleasure slowly began to mix with the pain. Heat bloomed in his stomach and his cock began to harden again.

Albert was horrified. He did not want this, yet his body responded to every move the Count made. He soon began panting and let out a loud moan when his prostate was nudged. The Count changed his pace gradually until the thrusts were long and deep. That special spot deep inside him was stimulated with every inward push, setting his body on fire.

Pleasure clouded his mind and he was reduced a moaning mass of sensations. It felt so good, even when he knew it was wrong. He let out a scream when the Count slammed into him with enough force to rock the heavy bed. Something inside him seemed to tear but he was too lost in the pleasure to care.

The Count continued the almost violent pace. Harsh panting filled the room as their pleasure took them to new heights. Albert could only feel as every nerve in his body sang with pleasure. He felt his cock quiver and throb, pulsing with life. His balls drew up tight against his body. The Count slammed into him, his cockhead rubbing harshly against his prostate. He let out a wail of pleasure.

“Can you feel me touching your very core?” the Count whispered. Albert could not answer. He closed his eyes when he felt hot lips trail kisses across his neck and shoulders. The kisses suggested that he was with a lover showing him their affection.

But we’re not lovers, he thought. His chest tightened and despite the pleasure he felt defeated. Is this what the Count was talking about? It hurt to know that the one giving him such pleasure was only using it to cause him pain. He had always thought of sex as something exciting and fun to share with someone you cared about.

His mind almost short-circuited when a warm hand wrapped around his erection and began to stroke him.

“This is not the time to think, Albert, but to feel,” the Count said. The man’s movements became more erratic. He could feel the organ pulsing with life as it caressed his inner walls. The hand on his cock tightened and Albert couldn’t hold back anymore.

There was an explosion of light behind his eyelids and his whole body just seemed to release. His cock throbbed as cum shot out and painted his stomach and the sheets beneath him white. The Count let out a grunt and the cock inside him seemed to grow even bigger. Then something hot splashed against his inner walls, filling his channel. He gasped as the Count continued to thrust and stroke, drawing out their pleasure for as long as possible.

Albert panted and gasps. The physical experience had been amazing, but as his heart slowly began to stop its frantic beating, the realisation of what had happened hit him fully. This stranger, a man that wanted to hurt his family, had taken his virginity and marked him in ways he couldn’t even begin to comprehend. All he wanted to do was get as far away from the Count. He wanted to lay down and forget this had ever happened. He forced the tears back.

“Let me go,” he said and broken voice. “You got what you wanted from me, so let me go.”

The Count did not respond at first. Albert let out a surprised gasp that turned into mortification when he was grabbed and pulled tight against the Count, his back pressed to the man’s powerful chest. Hands grabbed the back of his knees and pulled his legs up and away from his body, exposing his cock and balls and the cum on his stomach.

“Did you think this was enough to satisfy my hunger, Albert?” the Count asked. He was still hard and he gently began to rock his hips. Albert cried out as that long, thick organ began to thrust into him again. He was sore and overstimulated and exhausted.

“It would take years for you alone to satisfy my hunger. So I am going to wring and pull everything from you. You have not even begun to complete your duties tonight.”

“Please, I can’t… anymore,” Albert pleaded. He could do nothing in his current position other than to let the Count manipulate and move his body.

“I do not care what you can and cannot do, sweet Albert. This night is about my satisfaction alone. You are simply the tool I’m using right now,” the man said. Albert felt something inside shatter at the words. Why was this happening to him?

“Remember these feelings of misery and betrayal. Know that they will always be a part of you, that I will have marked you forever,” the Count whispered against his ear. Albert’s head fell back as the words washed over him. He let go of his thoughts and allowed himself to only feel. Maybe that would lessen the damage on his heart and soul.

Edmond’s P.O.V.

Edmond stood gazing out the window, watching as stars and planets rushed by. They were nearing Earth. He turned his head and gazed at the young man on his bed. Albert was utterly still and only the faint movements of his chest revealed that he was still alive.

He had used and abused this boy thoroughly. He had lost count of how many times he had taken Albert. He had taught the boy the explicit ways of pleasure, and forced him to do them over and over. The boy had cried and begged at first, but after a few hours he grew silent except for moans or gasps.

Edmond had sensed the boy’s defeat the moment Albert gave up. The victory had been bittersweet. He had broken the young man, but Albert was only a substitute for his real target. He felt no real pleasure at having the damaged his soul.

He turned away from Albert and gazed out the window again. He would soon be back and then his revenge would slowly begin to unfold and consume his enemies. He felt a pang of regret for having hurt Albert in such a way, but at least the boy would not remember this encounter. he would remember the feelings of pain and betrayal and pleasure, but he would not know where they came from or why.

Albert still had an important role to play and he would make sure the boy did as he intended.

You may forget my face, Albert, but you will always remember my touch, my presence. We are connected now, in more ways than I intended, but your heart and soul are mine now. You will never be at peace again…

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