Valmont

Madam Elena Rush was watching her grandson play sword fight with the young man that Widower Urie brought to visit her. She sighed and thought how much she would love grandchildren and that it was a shame that Gerard didn't have any children on his own.

"I'm not a child!"

Elena was startled.

"Oh dear, was I thinking out loud again?"

"Don't worry Grandma; it is a trait that we both share."

Gerard smiled at her and she laughed.

"Well it is a pity still."

"Yes and it is a pity that Master Ross has dropped his guard!"

Gerard lunged at Ryan with his stick and Ryan jumped back grabbing his off the ground and attacked Gerard with a yell. Brendon laughed from his spot, sat on a blanket on the grass with Frank next to him.

"Mr. Urie?..."

Frank addressed the older man...Brendon turned with a smile.

"You've known Master Way a long time, haven't you."

"Oh yes, yes a long time."

Brendon confirmed, watching Gerard as he play-fought with Ryan.

"What kind of man is he?"

Brendon looked back at Frank.

"Oh he's..."

He smiled softly returning his attention to the battle.

"If I had a brother, I'd want him to be just like Gerard."

Frank watched for a moment, gathering his thoughts, then turned back to Brendon.

"Do you think a man can change?"

Brendon sat up and turned to face Frank more.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty two?"

Frank answered, though it came out sounding like a question because he wondered about the context.

"May I offer you some advice?"

Frank nodded.

"Yes, of course."

Brendon smiled his snake-like smile as he leaned in a little closer.

"I think you should leave this place, my dear. I think you should go and join your husband."

Frank frowned slightly.

"Why do you say that?"

"Are you in love with Master Way?"

Brendon said, smile still in place. Frank didn't like that Brendon answered all his questions with a question, but he answered anyway.

"No. Oh no no, certainly not."

He fumbled slightly on the words.

"Oh, oh!..."

Brendon laughed slightly, looking down like he'd realised he'd made a mistake. Frank laughed along.

"...that's good."

A sudden yelp caused both men to look back at the fight.

"You got me! I'm dying!"

Gerard stumbled around holding Ryan's "sword" under his arm. He staggered to the table and grabbed a handful of berries rubbing them into his chest. He then fell over with a last gasp.

"I did it! I killed him!"

Ryan jumped in triumph and then put a stockinged foot onto Gerard's "corpse." Everyone clapped and cheered.

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After dinner, being the only gentleman there, Gerard made sure to entertain each of them with a dance. He danced with his grandmother first. A song from his childhood. Then he grabbed Ryan and they did a silly skip and hop song. Ryan could not stop laughing. Then it was Brendon's turn. Each move they made showed that had much distrust in each other as they never let them out of their sight. Finally, Gerard danced with Frank. The song was an intimate selection. It showed everyone in the room how he felt, but of course, Ryan was too young to fully understand and his grandmother, was a bit tottery in the head. Brendon however got the message as loud as Frank did. They ended with an intimate pose of Frank in Gerard's arms as he held him from behind with one arm draped over his shoulder.

"That was lovely."

Gerard let go of Frank and bowed to him and then to his grandmother. She smiled and then yawned.

"Oh, it is rather late isn't it? Come my dear."

She held her hand out for Frank. Frank smiled sweetly as he helped the elderly lady to her feet. They headed out of the room, pausing briefly so Madam Rush could wish Gerard and Brendon goodnight. Frank cast one long last look at Gerard before he was gone. Brendon turned to look at Gerard, who was staring at the place Frank had just stood.

"I don't even recognise you. Just look at him..."

He indicated Ryan who was peacefully asleep on one of the love seats.

"How can you resist this?"

Gerard looked at Ryan passed out on the loveseat. He looked at Brendon, rolling his eyes.

"Please don’t start that again."

Brendon smiled mischievously, his eyes lit up.

"How's it going with the little mouse?"

He laughed.

"Would you like to cancel our bet?"

"Certainly not. I have not given up yet."

"Aren't you getting a little too serious?"

"What are you two talking about?"

Ryan opened his eyes and yawned a bit.

Brendon smiled down at the boy.

"About love my angel..."

He moved over to cup Ryan's face between his palms.

"What else."

"I have to write a letter to Spencer!"

Ryan realised he said his music teacher's name in front of Gerard, who knows he is engaged. He quickly looked down.

"Oh it's alright..."

Brendon assured.

"You don't have to keep any secrets from him..."

He looked up at Gerard, while still holding Ryan's hands.

"He's our friend."

"Will you read it when I am finished?"

Ryan looked up with pleading eyes at Brendon.

"Well why don't you ask Master Way?"

Ryan turned his pleading eyes towards the older man.

"Would you please Master Way? I would be ever so grateful."

Brendon answered for Gerard, placing a hand on the back of Ryan's shoulder.

"Of course he will. Now, why don't you go up, and he'll be right up to help you."

Ryan smiled and stood to kiss Brendon on the cheek. He then hurried off to his room.

"You never stop do you?"

Brendon sat, a sly smile on his face.

"All I'm asking is that you help the poor child to write a letter."

Gerard watched as Brendon walked off. He thought about just going back to his room and going to sleep. He was almost upon the decision when he heard his name.

"Master Way..."

Gerard smiled when he saw Frank standing in front of his bedroom.

"May I talk to you please?"

"Yes of course."

He walked forward, but Frank closed the door. Gerard back peddled a bit.

"This way please."

He offered a sitting room just down the hall. Frank obliged and he led them in. He closed the door when he heard his name again.

"Master Way?..."

Frank backed up as Gerard started to step toward him.

"Please don't interrupt me..."

He said desperately.

"I...I would never tell you what to do, but...please go away..."

His voice got shaky and teary.

"Please? Please go away?...I...I know I should be the one to leave, I know it's my duty, but I haven't the strength, I can't go on like this, w-when I sit down you sit next to me, when I speak you answer..."

He took a breath, tears rolling down his cheeks unchecked.

"I blush in your company and everyone sees it. But..but..."

He sobbed.

"...when I...when I'm alone I..."

He sighed deeply, his shoulders sagging in defeat.

"Oh..."

He looked down at the floor, his voice lowering sadly.

"Please. Please go away, I beg you...please...please go."

Gerard looked at the younger man. Much younger than him by almost ten years.

"Is that what you want?"

Frank looked at him and started to answer, then stopped. Gerard went to step forward and Frank cried out and fled the room slamming the door. Gerard heard the sound of crying as Frank opened the closed his bedroom door. He stood there for a moment trying to figure out what just happened.

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Ryan was on his bed when he heard a knock.

“Come in.”

He looked up and smiled when he saw Gerard.

“Thank you for coming and helping me Master Way.”

“Please, there is no need for formalities right now. You may call me Gerard and I will call you Ryan.”

Ryan smiled and blushed a little.

“Alright…Gerard.”

He giggled a bit and then sat up holding out the letter he had started to Spencer. Gerard took it and began to read it. Ryan looked worried when after a bit he was not smiling. He had imagined Spencer smiling when he read it, but now he was not too sure.

“Ryan, this is a letter a child would write.”

“But I am a child…sort of.”

“You may be a child in here...”

He pointed to Ryan’s head.

“…but in here, you are an adult with needs and longings.”

Ryan jumped when Gerard touched his chest where his heart was.

“Spencer wrote to me about longings, but I did not understand them.”

“I can help you to understand them better, but first, we cannot write about love when we are covered up in the dreary life that is outside this room.”

Ryan looked confused, but then understood when Gerard took off his formal coat and cravat. Ryan was kind of grateful for this. His outfits were much too frilly and stiff to relax in. He quickly did the same.

“Much better eh?”

“Yes, much.”

“Now, fresh paper and we start again.”

Ryan grabbed a fresh piece.

“What do you call him?”

“Spencer.”

“My darling Spencer. I long for the day that we can be together without anyone stopping us. I think of you in the day when I am moving through daily routines and especially at night when the time belongs to me. Your soft hands upon my skin as I take you in my arms and…”

“Oh, I don’t know if he has soft skin and I have never held…”

Gerard looked at the boy and realized he was describing Frank. He shook it off, not wanting to explain this to him.

“Yes, but this is a fantasy. We are describing what you would want to do with Spencer when you are together.”

“But when we were together, all he wanted to do was play music and have me sing.”

Gerard knitted his brow. This Spencer must not realize what he has in front of him. Even Gerard could see that Ryan has a soft beauty that would only shine through more as he grew to adulthood.

“So in this letter, you can correct your interest in him so he knows better for next time.”

“Oh! I like that!”

“Good, now back to writing.”

Ryan changed positions and moved to his stomach. Gerard watched as Ryan presented his behind to him. It was small and pert and most likely quite firm to touch.

“Ready Gerard?”

“Oh, yes, sorry, I was uh…thinking. Where were we?”

“Me taking him in my arms.”

“Yes…take you in my arms and show you the true meaning in my heart. I shall cover you with feather-light kisses that will grow bolder as I hunger for what I cannot see hidden under the modesty you over up with. I want to strip you of all and see you for who you really are underneath.”

“Oh.”

Gerard looked at Ryan. His face was flush and he bet his skin underneath was too.

“That’s…quite a thought to enter my head.”

“I believe it is getting warmer in here. Perhaps we should divest of a bit more.”

Gerard unbuttoned his shirt and removed it so that he had on just his britches and stockings. Ryan blushed further.

“What, we are both men are we not?”

“I…well yes, but I am the fairer kind and…”

Ryan stumbled for words.

“Have you seen Brendon without his shirt on?”

It was not what he meant to say. Gerard smirked a bit.

“Oh yes, many a time. He is quite beautiful you know.”

“Am I as beautiful?”

“Why don’t you show me?”

Ryan pushed up lightly he touched the buttons on his shirt. He was shaking a bit and Gerard walked over and kneeled in front of him.

“Here, let me.”

Ryan nodded and Gerard reached up and touching the first button, began to open them up one by one revealing the smooth pale skin underneath the cloth. Ryan shivered as he pushed the arms off the shoulders.

“You are also very beautiful.”

“Thank you, Gerard.”

“Tell me…has anyone else seen you like this?”

“Just Brendon’s servant. She dressed me when I met with Spencer.”

Ryan’s words came out breathy as he looked down at the older man. He wished that Magistrate Bryar looked like him. He didn’t even know the man’s real name and he were to be married to him.

“I bet you looked even more beautiful then.”

“Actually I was described as…sensual and seductive?”

Ryan giggled a bit when he remembered the outfit.

“I had on these short style britches that showed off my legs and a shirt made of soft net that covered my chest.”

“And did Spencer appreciate this outfit?”

“I…I don’t think he even looked.”

“I bet if I saw you in it, I would not have been able to keep my hands off you.”

“Your hands are still on me now.”

Gerard smirked as he brought his hands down from Ryan's shoulders, running them over his arms feeling the boy shiver.

“So they are. Would you like me to touch you more?”

“I don’t know, I don’t think we should and I’m eng…”

Ryan’s voice stuttered as Gerard moved his hand from Ryan’s arm to touch his chest over his heart. It was different than when he touched him over his shirt earlier.

“You think too much my dear.”

Then Gerard kissed him. Ryan thought his lips were soft, like he kept them soft with balms. He found himself being pushed backward till he was on his back on the bed and his legs were dangling off. Gerard had moved between his legs and had moved from his mouth to kiss his jaw and then down his neck. Ryan let out an embarrassed sound and tried to cover his mouth.

“No no, I want to hear you. I want to hear how you are feeling about everything that I do to you.”

“W-What else are you going to do to me?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Kiss me.”

And that is how Ryan received his first real kiss. Not the little pecks that the boys shared in the monastery late at night when all the brothers were asleep, no, this was a real kiss. It was warm and invited him to explore and be explored. Gerard pulled Ryan to him with one hand to deepen the kiss and the other hand trailed down to his still covered ass as he gripped it and squeezed hitching Ryan’s body up and pressing against it more. Ryan could feel his erection pushing against Gerard’s and it felt amazing.

“This is what your letter should be about. Passion unleashed, out of control, animalistic, a need so strong that it makes you want to cry from the pain of no release. Too long have you been locked away, in your heart and your loins. I want to release you from this cage. I want to show you how love can truly be when you are with a man that cares and does not want to send you away cause he is too busy and too much of an imbecile to see what he has right in front of him. I will take that from him and leave him with nothing, but a shell that is only satisfied by me.”

Ryan was not sure what or who Gerard was talking about, but his words were like fire across his body as were his hands. He felt the older man fumbling with his britches. He then felt them cast away along with his own. Then there was the odd sensation of his letting go and reaching for the skin oil near the bed. Ryan usually used this before he went to bed. He heard the bottle open and wondered what he was doing with it, then he felt the intrusion as Gerard increased his administrations to his skin with his mouth. The intrusion started out as an unwelcome feeling that made Ryan tighten and try to push Gerard away, but he was held fast.

“Do not be frightened. You must trust me. It starts out like this, but it becomes wonderful soon.”

Ryan nodded his eyes full of tears. He obeyed and tried to relax. After a few minutes, it was still not feeling any better and Gerard had increased to two fingers. Ryan swore he was searching for something and then suddenly his body snapped and he felt pleasure that he never felt before.

“Feels good doesn’t it?”

Ryan was at a loss for words.

“I have something that will make it feel even better.”

Ryan whimpered as Gerard removed his fingers and felt the loss of feeling full for a moment till something much larger was moving into their place.

“You can’t…it’s too much, you’ll rip me in two.”

“Do you trust me, Ryan?”

“I…yes, I do.”

“Then relax.”

Ryan took a breath and tried hard to obey. He bit his lip as the intrusion continued. It was hard going and he caught himself wanting to beg him to stop. This was against his will. He was screaming no in his head. The words started to leak from his lips, but Gerard just kept praising him and telling him how good he was doing. Finally, after what seemed like forever he felt Gerard’s thighs against his own. Gerard leaned over and kissed the tears falling from his eyes. He kissed each eye too.

“Such a good boy Ryan, you listen so well. Now I’m going to start moving.”

Ryan heard himself whimper out another negative when Gerard pulled back out and then pushed back in again. It was still painful and Ryan didn’t think it would ever feel good. After a few more times, Ryan felt the oil being poured between them.

“Your body is soaking up the oil so we need more, but I don’t want to pull out completely.”

The oil did make thinks a little better and this time, when he pushed in there was less friction. Ryan noticed that Gerard kept shifting his body around. He did not understand why, though. After a few more times he decided to ask why when his eyes went wide and he cried out into the room. It was not a cry of discomfort either. It was pleasure. More pleasure than he had ever experienced before.

“Ah, so it’s there.”

Gerard did it again and again and Ryan found himself lifting his arms from the bed and grabbed onto Gerard to pull him forward.

“See, I told you that it would be pleasurable.”

Ryan sought out Gerard’s mouth and kissed him feverishly. Gerard could feel his lust and knew the boy was finally enjoying what was happening. It was no longer just his own consent. After a few more thrusts, Gerard pulled out making Ryan whimper again for a different reason.

“Why have you stopped?”

“I want to change positions.”

Gerard lay on his back and then beckoned Ryan forward. Ryan was staring at Gerard’s length.

“Would you like to taste it first?”

Ryan blushed, but nodded. He moved slowly to where the older man was and leaned over his cock.

“Careful not to use teeth, though.”

Ryan nodded again and then carefully took the head into his mouth pressing it between his lips. Gerard groaned as his shaft was covered by Ryan’s hand and then the rest with is mouth. Ryan showed his inexperience, but Gerard was happy to guide and encourage him when he did something that felt great. After a bit, he was doing as well as any whore could. Soon Gerard was getting close and he stopped him.

“Come here.”

Ryan crawled forward.

“Move your legs around my shoulders.”

Ryan did so and Gerard took him into his own mouth. Ryan leaned heavily onto the headboard as Gerard grabbed his ass and pulled him in close. Being only 15, the boy was not that big yet and Gerard could easily deepthroat him. While he was doing that, he slicked his fingers up and pushed them back into Ryan. Ryan moaned and did not let it be covered this time. He flexed and rode Gerard’s face and Gerard fucked him with his fingers, moving from two, to three, and then even a fourth that had Ryan dripping obscenities and begging for more. Gerard then pulled his fingers out and pushed Ryan away a bit.

“Ride me.”

Ryan scrambled back and straddled Gerard’s thighs. He lifted his body as Gerard steadied his cock. He watched as Ryan slowly sunk down onto it. Ryan leaned forward placing his hands on Gerard’s chest and began to move up and down. Now Gerard threw his head back as he grabbed Ryan’s hips and held fast to them. Ryan looked beautiful and Gerard closed his eyes when he felt the boy tighten up on his cock as he brushed that area inside again. When Gerard opened his eyes, though, it was not Ryan riding him, but Frank. Frank looked majestic and Gerard ran his hands all over his chest. He smiled down at him and Gerard pulled him down into a rough kiss of tongue and teeth. It was brutal and animalistic. He reached out and grabbed Frank’s cock and started to jerk it hard. Frank cried out and pushed back up riding him hard. Soon Gerard felt the swelling in his loins. He jerked Frank’s cock faster till he felt him hitch his breath and started cumming all over his hand. Gerard growled that he had this control. He knocked Frank off of him and pushed him on his knees. He gripped his ass and then plunged back in. He grabbed Frank’s hair and pulled him against him chest. He could feel Frank’s sweat soaked back.

“Now you are mine and no one will ever be good enough…especially your husband.”

Frank answered breathlessly for him to fuck him and Gerard obliged. He gripped the younger man around the waist with one arm and tipped his neck back with the other. He settled his mouth on his delicate skin and sucked and licked at it. When he came he bit hard enough to leave a bruise that would be difficult to hide. Frank cried out high pitched and then collapsed to the mattress. Gerard rode out his orgasm and then fell forward over his back. He kissed the skin gently murmuring Frank’s name and declarations of love.

“I love you too Gerard.”

Gerard opened his eyes and saw Ryan not Frank under him. The boy was completely debauched and now sporting a deep purple mark on his neck. Gerard winced when he pulled out.

“Sorry, I guess I got a bit carried away.”

Ryan pushed off his stomach and onto his back.

“It’s alright.”

Gerard picked up the letter.

“It is a good letter. I think Spencer will like it.”

“Mhmmm.”

Gerard saw the boy drifting off to sleep. He got up and got dressed and headed to the exit. Gerard smiled as he left Ryan's room. He looked at the letter in his hand and gave it a gentle kiss. He then walked with a bit of a jaunt in his step to his own room nodding at the footman keeping the hours.

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Ryan opened his eyes and groaned. He looked at the clock and saw that he had been out for a bit of time. The lighting in the room showed that it was still dark out. Ryan tried to sit up and winced. There was a dull pain in his entire lower extremity. He looked around and saw that Gerard was gone and so was the letter. Then the reality of what happened came back. Gerard and him made love. No, wait…was it love? He remembered saying over and over that he loved him, but he knew he didn’t. He also realized that he was no longer a virgin. What was supposed to be his husband’s now belonged to Gerard. Did he give it? Did Gerard just take it? He remembered saying no a lot too, but Gerard kept going. Wouldn’t that mean it was not consent? But in the end, it felt good and Ryan remembered begging for more and making noises like common farm animals. At one point Gerard had him on his knees like a dog. Ryan was so confused. He reached up to scratch his neck and felt raised skin. He got up wincing and hobbled to the mirror. There was an ugly reminder of what they had done right where everyone could see it. Ryan quickly found one of his high chokers and slipped it on. He tried to get dressed, but bending over hurt so much. He needed to talk to someone. To tell them what happened. A few moments later, Ryan emerged from his room. He looked at sight with his hair messed up and his clothing barely on. He saw the footman and tried to be as dignified as possible, but at the end ran down the hall to Brendon's room.

Brendon was lying on his bed, reading a book, when the door burst open and Ryan rushed in. He looked up.

"My God, what happened?"

"Oh Brendon."

Ryan closed the door and turned his back showing that his shirt was open and his britches were undone. He ran over and collapsed in the older man's arms, burying his face in his lap on the verge of tears. Brendon looked down with concern, gently stroking Ryan's hair.

"Tell me?...what happened?.

"I don’t even know."

Ryan kept repeating the words in Brendon's lap. Brendon lifted his face.

"Well I mean, you know, he...you know."

Ryan felt Brendon touch his face lightly. It reminded him of when Gerard did that. Brendon smiled softly, lifting Ryan's head out of his lap and brushing his hair out of his face.

"Master Way is quite a writer, isn't he?"

Ryan could not help, but giggle a bit.

"Yes, he is good with words."

Ryan looked down again and started to cry.

"I know I told him no, though. I kept telling him no...but then I kept doing everything he asked of me."

Ryan sniffed.

"But I don’t love him, Brendon. I know I don't, so I don't know what this means?"

Brendon gently stroked Ryan's hair.

"Oh Ryan...you are not a little boy anymore, and your mother must never know of this."

"But she wants me to marry Magistrate Bryar?"

"So?...you marry Magistrate Bryar."

"Wait...what about Spencer?"

Ryan was truly confused now. Brendon looked down at Ryan, speaking to him like he would a child.

"Ryan, Spencer will be your lover. You will marry Magistrate Bryar, and you will keep Spencer as your lover..."

He saw Ryan looked confused.

"Do you understand?"

"No I'm sorry, I don't."

Brendon shook his head with a light laugh.

"You don't marry your lover."

"You don't?"

Brendon laughed softly, tilting his head fondly as he wiped the tears from Ryan's cheeks.

"You must think me very stupid."

Ryan saw Brendon smile and shake his head.

"You're the first person to talk to me about this."

Brendon cupped Ryan's face tenderly, smiling down at him.

"Oh I love you, Ryan."

"I love you too Brendon."

Ryan hugged Brendon tightly burying his head in his chest and breathing in his scent. Brendon hugged him back. After a few moments, he pulled back to look into the boy's face.

"Did you like what you did with Master Way?"

Ryan blushed a little and nodded with a small smile. He actually enjoyed it more than he wanted to admit.

Brendon brushed the last of Ryan's tears away and smiled.

"Then you have nothing to worry about my dear."

Notes

Hi there chipmunks...how's you?...

I've had a bad week myself, but I don't want to talk about me...I'd much rather hear what you thought of this chapter...

so...PLEASE COMMENT, and until next time...peace out babies!
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