Valmont

Gerard headed back to his home after dumping Brendon on his ass. He was angry and hurt, but he would never admit the latter. He walked into his office and was surprised to see Spencer.

"Master Smith."

"Master Way. I wanted to thank you in person for delivering my letter to Master Ross. I was wondering if you could get another to him. It is of a timely nature that I get an answer."

Gerard smiled.

"I will deliver it myself."

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"Shall I announce you Master Way?"

Gerard dismounted his horse at the home of Lady Ross. He reached in and pulled out a coin and placed it in the footman's hand.

"I'll announce myself."

He quickly made his way into the home avoiding Lady Ross and up the stairs to Ryan's room.

He knocked on the door and waited.

"Who is it?"

"Master Way."

Ryan got up off the bed and ran to the door. When he opened it a letter popped through. Ryan grabbed it and ran to the window to read it in the better light. Gerard came in and took his hat off.

"It says he wants to die for me."

"Oh?"

"He wants to know if he should challenge Magistrate Bryar to a duel?"

Magistrate Bryar arrived in the courtyard and climbed down from his horse, handing the reigns over to one of Lady Ross' footmen, then headed inside.

Ryan looked at Gerard for answers. When he got none, he asked...

"So what should I do?"

"Do you still love him?"

"I have tried not to. I think about not loving him all the time...but then I think about him and it is quite hopeless."

"Well, you know what you have to do then right?"

Ryan tilted his head slightly in confusion.

"Let's write him another letter."

"Oh, of course!"

Ryan got up and headed to his desk, but then he stopped.

"Uh...we will just write this time...won't we Sir?"

Gerard was slightly confused and then remembered. He smiled softly.

"Yes, just write this time."

"Oh good."

Ryan ran up and hugged him and then sat down waiting for dictation.

"It was so nice of you to do this."

Lady Ross led Robert up the stairs to where Ryan's room was.

"Not at all madam. I only wish for young Ryan to be happy."

Robert smiled, then rolled his eyes slightly when the Lady turned away.

"...our only choice is to run away together..."

Ryan stopped writing.

"It is?"

Gerard gave him and look and he just went back to writing.

"...but the prospect of life in a foreign country frightens me."

"It certainly does!"

Ryan looked uncertain but kept writing.

*knock knock*

Ryan and Gerard both looked at the door startled.

"W-Who is it?"

Ryan tried to keep the quiver out of his voice.

"It's me my darling. I have a guest with me."

Ryan's eyes went wide. He looked at Gerard.

"Just a minute Ma'ma."

Ryan pointed for Gerard to go in his dressing salon. Once the door was closed, Ryan took a deep breath.

"Come in."

He was surprised to see that his mother was there with his betrothed.

He bowed lightly.

"Magistrate Bryar."

"Young Master Ross..."

Robert placed his hat onto a chair and produced a box from under his arm, holding it out toward the boy.

"I hope this small token will please you."

"What is it?"

Ryan looked at his mother for permission to open it. She nodded and when he did, his eyes went wide. It was the most beautiful necklace he had ever seen.

"Oh Sir, thank you."

Robert smiled at the boy then his mother, puffing out his chest like a proud peacock.

"I think you will be pleased to know that our marriage will be celebrated in the Royal chapel with the King himself in attendance."

He said smugly, smiling at the boy and imagining taking his innocence on their wedding night...he could barely wait.

"Sir, oh wow, that is an honor!"

Robert smiled at mother and son then picked up his hat.

"Well, this has been a pleasure."

He turned to follow Lady Ross out of the door but hesitated, turning back to bow to Ryan...then he left, closing the door quietly behind him. Ryan stood there clutching the box. He looked over and saw Gerard coming out of the salon.

"Did you hear...about the King?"

Gerard frowned at the boy.

"So is this the end of Spencer?"

"Oh...no...I guess...I do need to be firm with my heart don't I?"

"Yes, you do."

He handed Gerard the box and then sat back down.

"Where were we?"

"...but the prospect of life in a foreign country frightens me."

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Gerard was standing outside with Spencer, still mounted on his horse. He looked up at the boy as he read the note.

"She says that Master Urie says we should be lovers instead."

"Oh, I dare say that was bold of him to suggest."

"Thank you, Sir, for getting this to me. I must go now."

Gerard watched Spencer gallop off and laughed at what he had wrought for Brendon to deal with.

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Brendon's maid walked quickly along the hallway to Brendon's bedroom door and knocked.

"Yes?"

"Sir, Master Spencer Smith is here to see you."

"Show him into the salon."

"Yes, sir."

The maid nodded and headed back to where she'd left the boy.

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Spencer walked into the room he was pointed to and waited for Brendon to appear.

Brendon kept the boy waiting long enough that he would start to have a nosey look around, then opened the doors from his bedroom with a smile.

"Ahh, Spencer...I was just thinking about you..."

He walked toward the boy.

"We have so much to talk about."

"I want you to write a letter to Ryan for me."

"Ah, by all means. I'd be happy to help you, sit down."

Brendon indicated his writing desk with a smile.

"No sir, you will write it. It will be your letter to Ryan ."

Brendon quirked a curious eyebrow.

"My letter?...interesting. We never did that."

He said, moving to the desk and sitting down, picking up his quill once he was comfortable. He dipped it in the ink and looked up at Spencer, quill poised to write.

"I'm ready."

Spencer schooled his face.

"My dear Ryan."

He looked over and saw that Brendon started to write.

"I must apologise for the advice I gave in my last letter."

"Young man..."

Brendon interrupted.

"That's not my style...to apologize."

Spencer looked at Brandon and then pulled out his sword. He pointed it at the fair one's throat.

"You will write what I say."

Brendon looked nervously at the sword, his heart racing in his chest. He set the quill tip to the paper and continued to write.

"If you truly love your Spencer, like I believe you do, it would be a crime to marry anyone else."

Brendon looked up and smiled slyly.

"Oh...that's good, that's good but..."

He stiffened slightly as Spencer moved the tip of his sword closer to Brendon's throat. He eyed it nervously before continuing.

"May I ask you a question?"

At a nod from the younger man, he asked...

"How old are you?"

Spencer regarded him warily.

"I'm seventeen."

Brendon smiled but tempered his reaction as Spencer moved the sword closer again.

"Why do you want to be a husband..."

He asked curiously, his slight smile turning into a smirk as he continued.

"...when you can be a lover?"

Spencer looked at the older man, really a boy still, barely 10 years older than his beloved.

"I...just know it is the right thing to do."

"Why don't you leave all the boredom of marriage to Magistrate Bryar, and keep the excitement of love for yourself?"

Brendon practically purred at Spencer.

"Love is a part of marriage. It doesn't have to be exciting."

Brendon glanced down at the blade that was so close to his throat, he could almost feel it.

"Really Spencer, do you think yourself capable of killing me?"

He slowly stood up, forcing Spencer to step back lest he cut the fair one's pale, smooth skin.

"I think we could find a much better way to spend our time than that..."

Brendon raised one hand carefully and guided the sword away to his right before stepping in closer to the younger man...right into his personal space.

"Don't you?"

He asked with a sly smile.

"A much more exciting way."

"I-I don't understand."

Brendon placed the tip of his index finger lightly against the center of Spencer's chest, then slowly started to trail it downwards with a growing smirk on his face.

"Oh, but I think you do."

Sir...I think it's best for you to maintain your distance."

"But where is the fun in that?"

Brendon's hand moved lower, his fingers brushing down past the top of Spencer's britches. Spencer looked down and saw Brendon's delicate finger. He had no gloves on and Spencer could feel the heat coming off the pale skin.

"So..."

Brendon stepped in even closer, leaving little more than a few inches between them.

"...do you want to have fun?"

Spencer looked down at the pale hand close to his manhood. He could feel the heat coming off of Brendon. He had not been this close to a fair one before. Brendon was wearing some kind of perfume and he wanted to take in more. Brendon ran his finger lightly over the slight bulge in Spencer's britches.

"May I take that as a yes?"

He moved closer, tilting his head a little to expose his throat to the younger man. Spencer found himself leaning in without meaning to and breathing in the scent on the skin. He then came to his senses and pulled away pushing back slightly. His sword clattering to the floor.

"You n-need to stop this b-behavior. I have come about Ryan, not you."

Brendon pouted playfully.

"But I'm so much more fun than him...why don't you just relax and kiss me..."

He moved forward again, so close his chest almost touched Spencer's.

"Just one little kiss?"

"I can't."

Spencer turned away.

"Why not?..."

Brendon tilted his head a little.

"You...you have kissed someone before...haven't you?"

Spencer continued to look away.

Brendon's eyes lit up with glee.

"You haven't, have you!"

He laughed slightly.

"My dear, how can you hope to enter into a marriage, when you have no idea how to make a fair one feel good? You need to at least know how to kiss before you marry, otherwise young Ryan would most certainly seek comfort elsewhere."

"Elsewhere?"

Now Spencer looked up.

"What do you mean elsewhere?"

Brendon looked at his fingernails like they were in need of filing, though he had had a manicure just that morning.

"In the arms of another man of course...Ryan is only human after all, and he has needs like we all do..."

He looked up through his lashes with a seductive smile on his lips.

"You and I included."

"My emotional needs are well taken care of thank you."

"And your body?"

"My body is well enough."

"I would say your body is very fine indeed..."

Brendon smirked.

"...but you are a young man and whether you want to admit it or not, you do have needs...and I am more than happy to fulfill them..."

He stepped right up to Spencer and pressed into him, pushing his hips forward so their matching (and rather prominent) bulges were pressed together. He moaned slightly.

"Would you like that?"

"I..."

Spencer finally met Brendon's eyes. There was a fire in them that he had not seen in Ryan's. He could feel his resolve weakening. He was betraying Ryan.

"You do not need to feel guilty...after all, Ryan is marrying someone else, not you..."

Brendon ground his hips forward slightly.

"You really have nothing to feel guilty about."

Spencer's eyes closed, but not because he did so himself. The pleasure that Brendon was sending through his body made them slip shut. Brendon smiled.

"That's it, just relax and I will make you realise just what you have been missing out on all this time."

He murmured, close to Spencer's ear as he moved his hand slowly down between them.

"Just relax."

Spencer felt himself melting. He could hardly hold himself up. His resolve was also melting away. He did not know how much longer he could keep it up.

"Just..."

Brendon slipped one hand inside Spencer's britches.

"...relax."

Spencer turned to Brendon and kissed him.

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Gerard was lying in his bed staring out at the rain.

*knock knock*

Gerard looked over and saw Patrick. He was carrying a candelabra as the rain had darkened things early.

"Yes, what is it?"

"Come, Sir, you must see."

Gerard got out of bed and followed Patrick to the window.

"There Sir."

Gerard looked where Patrick was pointing and was shocked to see Frank standing at the threshold of his property. He had no protection from the rain and looked like a dirty commoner. The townsfolk was giving him a wide birth.

"He has been there all day Sir. I keep telling him you are not home, but he never leaves."

Gerard looked again.

"What do you want me to do Sir?"

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Patrick takes a breath. Sometimes the life of a servant is easier than the life of nobility.

Frank stood shivering at the gate. The hood of his traveling cloak was by now too wet to be of any real protection, so it just lay limp and heavy with water on his head.

He watched the door, as he had for some time, with sad longing in his eyes until he saw Gerard's servant through the glass. The man was holding an ornate candle holder with five bright flames flickering in the dim evening light as he opened the door and beckoned Frank toward him.

Frank felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders as he picked his way quickly through the puddles and into the warm entrance hall of Gerard's large home.

Frank headed straight for the stairs, without even taking the time to remove his wet cloak. He stopped on the first step when he heard Gerard speak to him from above. He looked up to see the other man looking down at him.

"Why did you come? What were you hoping to find?"

Frank stared up with desperate longing.

"Don't you love me?"

"Is that what you think you will find here? Love? Go back to your husband, there is no love here."

Frank's breath hitched in a sob, his lip trembling.

"Lie to me...please Gerard?"

"Lie to you? You want me to tell you that I love you. That I can change and choose only you?"

Frank gazed up at the man who had stolen his heart.

"Yes."

He breathed out, willing to accept whatever he could get. Gerard looked at the soaking wet creature on the stairs. He gave nothing away but bid him come up the stairs as he stepped away from the railing. Frank shook with relief as he made his way up and followed Gerard through the door into his private quarters.

"Last chance."

Gerard kept his back to Frank as he gathered himself internally.

"Please?"

Frank whispered out, his small cold hand resting on Gerard's arm as he stepped closer. Gerard spun around and grabbed Frank pulling him in close.

"I'll not be gentle. It will not be like it was before. I will show you who I really am."

Frank's eyes were wide and filled with want, his mouth open as he gasped. His fingers grasped tight to Gerard's shirtfront.

"It's...it's what I want."

Gerard pulled Frank into the bedroom and closed the door. He pushed the fair one onto the bed.

"Strip for me."

Gerard pulled one of his chairs near the bed and sat down. Frank blinked in slight confusion, a blush coloring his cheeks. He dropped his eyes and slowly unbuttoned his coat, slipping it off and dropping it from the side of the bed, then he moved onto the shirt beneath. His fingers fumbled over the buttons. Gerard sat there with his fingers steepled against his lips as he watched silently. Frank finally got his shirt open and removed it slowly, his eyes still cast down.

"Look at me."

Frank swallowed and looked up slowly. He looked at Gerard with longing.

"Keep going and don't look down again."

Frank nodded silently and moved his hands to the buttons on his britches. He had to glance down to undo them, but then looked back up as the buttons released and he shuffled the britches down and off of his legs. He was now only wearing white ruffled panties and white stockings. He met Gerard's eyes. Gerard was fighting not to crack, but it was hard. Frank was more breathtaking than anyone he has ever seen.

"On your knees and crawl to me."

Frank nodded and did as he was told, crawling slowly with his bottom pushed up a little, and his eyes locked with Gerard's. Gerard swallowed hard. Last time he took care of Frank in every way, but Frank just lay there and took everything. Now Gerard was going to see what Frank could give him.

"Unbutton my britches and pull my cock out."

Frank's eyes widened. His husband had never asked anything like this of him...in fact, his husband rarely asked anything of him these days. Taking a calming breath, Frank knelt close to the edge of the bed and reached over, his fingers shakily unbuttoning Gerard's britches. He looked up for a moment, then slipped his hand inside and fished Gerard's stiff cock out...he waited for further instructions.

Gerard stifled a groan. Frank hand was cool against his skin.

"Suck it."

Frank shuddered but followed the command. He carefully held Gerard's shaft with one hand while using the other for support as he leaned in and tentatively licked the tip, his tongue darting out like a cat's to taste the bead of liquid that sat there. Gerard fought everything inside him to not grab the boy's head. The taste was strange on Frank's tongue, though not completely unpleasant. After another lick, Frank opened his mouth more and lowered his head, taking the tip in between his lips and sucking lightly.

"Uhhhhh."

Gerard couldn't hold in the sound that escaped. Frank was better than Ryan despite neither of them having any experience. Frank looked up through his lashes. Was that a good sound? He sucked a little harder to find out.

"Fuuuuuuuu...."

Gerard's propriety was going out the window, but then again how proper was it to have a married fair one on their knees sucking you off.

Apparently it was a good sound. Frank tried something he had heard a servant speak of once...he started to slowly bob his head up and down while continuing to suck gently.

"God!"

Gerard gripped the arms of the chair, digging his nails in hard. Frank was getting better and bolder. Frank hummed as he played his tongue along the vein that runs up the underside of Gerard's shaft...he didn't know what he was doing exactly, but with the noises coming from above him, he figured that he was doing something right.

"Enough!"

Gerard grabbed Frank and pulled him up.

"You are a minx aren't you hiding those skills. I bet the Judge doesn't even know about that."

He crashed his lips against Frank's and it was like breaking through glass. Frank gasped, his pale fingers gripping tight, clinging to Gerard's shirt as if he were to let go, he would float away and drown. Gerard kissed Frank like he was dying of thirst and the boy was the only thing that could quench it. He stood carrying Frank with him. He brought him to the bed and crawled on top of him. He broke the kiss and kissed his way down his chest to the tops of his stockings.

"Please?"

Frank asked shakily, his voice thick with need, his back arching slightly off of the fine silk sheets.

"Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need."

"Anything...everything."

"I want to hear you say it."

Gerard whispered into his ear, ghosting his hand over the young beautie's clothed cock.

Frank shuddered at Gerard's touch.

"Please...I...I need you...inside."

"What about the Judge?"

Gerard knew he was being cruel, but he needed this.

"I don't want him...only you."

"You say that now, but in the light of day you will see me for the devil I am and leave me."

Gerard bit down on Frank's earlobe.

Frank's breath hitched.

"Never. You are an angel."

“Angel huh?”

Gerard worked his way down biting and sucking on the pale skin. He knew he was leaving marks that would require powder to hide. He couldn't mark the boy up and he shouldn't mark Frank, but he was tired of not being able to do what he wanted to do.

"Ah..."

Frank arched, needing more.

"More...please?"

Gerard growled and sat up. He pulled his nightshirt off. Frank's eyes widened, his fingers reaching out to touch the flawless skin. Gerard stayed still and let Frank explore. Frank ghosted his cold fingertips over Gerard's pale chest, entranced as he left a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

"Is he as pale as I? Is he as young? Does he make you feel like I do?"

"No."

"No to all?"

Frank shook his head.

"He sits in the sun...he has done for...forever."

Frank ran his fingers over Gerard's collarbone.

"He makes me feel...nothing."

He whispered.

"And how do I make you feel?"

Gerard leaned in and whispered against Frank's lips

"Wanted."

Frank breathed. Gerard kissed him. Frank melted into the kiss, his arms sliding around Gerard's neck. Gerard pushed his hands into Frank's hair intensifying it. Frank was overwhelmed, he didn't know what sensation to focus on first.

"On your knees. I'm going to fuck you like a bitch in heat."

Ryan was relaxing in the conservatory. His mother was out with friends and Ryan had declined to go. He was enjoying the rain, watching it fall down the panes of green glass. With his mother out, he did not have to be so formal in his dress. He was relaxing in a light pair of britches and his light jacket was tossed on the chair beside him. His animal print vest was open to show the light gray shirt below it. He was sipping on a glass of blush when a servant arrived.

"Sir, Magistrate Bryar is here."

Ryan sat up nearly spilling his drink.

"Mother is not home."

"I told him this, he still requested an audience with you."

Ryan thought about it and thought about what he had been through this week. He boldly made a decision.

"Show him in please."

Robert was pleased that Ryan consented to see him, especially so since his mother was apparently out. He followed the servant through to the conservatory, where he saw the pretty young boy sat with a glass in his hand.

"Good evening Master Ross..."

He bowed, removing his hat and placing it on a table just inside the room before taking a step closer.

"...I appreciate that the hour is late so I will not keep you for long..."

He took a breath and sighed, a smile slipping onto his lips.

"May I say, you do look lovely tonight?"

"I do apologize for my attire. I was not expecting any company, but thank you for the compliment."

Ryan began to rise from his seat.

"No no..."

Robert held up a hand.

"Do not worry, your attire is most acceptable, there is no need for you to change."

He moved a little further into the room and indicated the seat opposite Ryan's.

"May I?"

Ryan nodded.

"Thank you..."

Robert sat.

"Would it be alright if I were to call you Ryan, we are to be married, after all."

"I suppose it is fine, but not in mixed company."

"Of course..."

Robert agreed with a smile.

"And you may call me Robert...if you like."

"Were you always Robert? It seems like such a grown up name."

Ryan doesn't know where his continued boldness was coming from.

Robert chuckled lightly.

"Oh no, no. When I was younger, everyone called me Bobby..."

He smiled at Ryan.

"You could call me that if it makes you more comfortable?"

"Bobby, I like that. Can I ask you another question?"

"Of course."

Robert smiled, faint laughter lines creasing at the corner of his eyes.

"How old are you?"

"I'm 41...does that worry you?"

Ryan thought about how old Gerard was and then how old his mother is.

"Why do you want to marry someone as young as I?"

Robert thought for a moment, scratching at his cheek.

"Well, I have always wanted a family, but I have never found someone I wished to have one with...and now, well, ladies and fair ones my age are all either married already or do not wish to be."

He smiled as he leaned forward slightly in his seat.

"I could make you happy, I know I could...if you'd let me?"

"So you want children? I don't know if I would make a very good mother, though. I have been told that I am still too childish myself."

Ryan looked down at his feet.

"I think you would make a wonderful mother...and by the way, the young and young at heart make the best parents, in my view."

Ryan nodded again.

"So I know you are a Magistrate and considered a young one, in fact, the youngest in the history of London. You are also a skilled swordsman and train the militia, but what else do you do, I mean for enjoyment?"

Robert raised his eyebrows, surprised that Ryan knew even that about him.

"Well...I enjoy listening to good music, I like to ride through the park in the early evenings when the sun is low in the sky...and I love the operetta..."

He smiled.

"Have you ever been?"

Ryan's face lit up.

"I have! I went with Brendon....uh, Widow Urie and we met his friend Master Way, whose home I just came from visiting in the country...well it was his grandmother's actually, but there was a feast and we danced and he..."

Ryan stopped before he mentioned the letter Gerard helped him write...and then what they did next. Robert smiled, he found himself entranced by Ryan's youth and exuberance...he couldn't help but wonder if he would be as excitable in the bedroom.

"Did you like the operetta?"

"Oh yes, I asked Spen...my music teacher to show me how to play a few sonnets from it."

Again Ryan cursed his slips.

"Really?...oh I would love to hear you play sometime...and perhaps take you to the operetta as well?"

Ryan was thankful that Robert had not noticed any of his slips. He smiled.

"Yes, I would like that very much."

Ryan rose from his seat.

"Would you like a drink?"

Ryan moved away to the cart by the window. He didn't drink port himself, but his mother entertained in here and there was always a carafe of it. He carefully lifted the lid, letting the strong fragrance out. He carefully poured some into the snifter and capped it. Ryan went to pick up the glass when thunder crashed outside and lightening lit the sky. He jumped and squealed.

"Oh, my..."

Robert stood and crossed to Ryan's side, placing a hand comfortingly on the boy's arm.

"Are you alright, that was rather close, wasn't it?"

"It was. I guess it scared me a little and I..."

Another crash sounded and Ryan jumped and buried his face in Robert's chest clutching his shirt in his small fists.

"Aww, shh...I've got you. You're safe little one."

Robert wrapped one arm around the boy as he stroked Ryan's soft hair with his other hand and rocked him gently. Ryan looked up at Robert. The man he was betrothed to. It was the first time that they had any intimate contact. Suddenly he had to know something.

"May I ask a favor...Bobby?"

Robert looked down with a warm smile, his fingers still running absently through Ryan's hair.

"Of course little one...anything."

"Kiss me? I know we should wait, but I believe that I can know for sure that marrying you is the right thing...for both of us that is...and what if it all goes wrong at the alter and we...I mean I do it wrong, cause you must have kissed many times and I'm..."

Ryan was turning redder and redder as he spoke more and his voice was taking on a high pitch.

"Shhhh..."

Robert smiled kindly, moving his fingers from the boy's hair to place one against Ryan's pink lips.

"I understand."

He smiled again as he leaned in, his hand slipping back into Ryan's hair as he captured the boy's lips with his. It was different than kissing Gerard. Gerard had soft lips that he put bees wax on like the fair ones and ladies did, but Robert's were rough like a man's lips and Ryan found he liked it. He pushed against Robert's chest and circled his arms around the older man's neck. He took a chance and parted his lips slightly offering the invitation cautiously. Robert, of course, accepted the invitation and slid his tongue softly in between the fair one's pink lips, tasting the sweetness within. Ryan held in the moan threatening to leak out. He knew Gerard wanted to hear them, but Robert might be different. He felt himself being held closer and his cock started to come to life presses against Robert's thigh. Robert was a little surprised by Ryan's reaction to him, but pleasantly so. He pressed into the kiss more as he ran his hand down the boy's back, hesitating a moment before moving further to gently squeeze Ryan's pert little ass through the thin fabric of his britches, pulling the boy in tighter against him. Now Ryan's moan did escape. It was captured by Robert's warm mouth. Still, he pulled away slightly embarrassed at his actions. Robert opened his eyes, not that he remembered closing them, and looked down at Ryan.

"I'm sorry...was that too much? I didn't mean to scare you little one."

He cooed softly.

"You must think me brazen."

Ryan looked down. He could feel the tears welling up.

"No no, not at all...you are young, and even I remember what it is like to be young."

Robert chuckled slightly, placing a finger under Ryan's chin and lifting it gently so their eyes could meet.

"It's quite alright little one."

Ryan found courage in Robert's eyes.

"Kiss me again?"

Robert smiled.

"It would be my pleasure."

He leaned down and took Ryan's lips, his hands moving confidently, but gently over the boy's smaller body, pulling him in and molding their forms together. Ryan was more relaxed this time. He let the older man take control. It was like what Gerard did, but still different. Robert moved his right hand down to Ryan's ass again, holding him in close. He shifted his hips slightly so the boy's crotch was pressed against his thigh as he deepened the kiss. Ryan could feel the pressure on his cock and he whimpered. He had done this in his dorm late at night, but this was new.

"Relax little one, let me take care of you, and help you forget about the thunder."

Robert murmured as he moved his lips to Ryan's ear, the storm rumbling above them. Ryan nodded. Robert softly kissed Ryan's neck, trailing from behind the boy's ear, down to where Ryan's shoulder met his neck. He held Ryan close as he rubbed his thigh against the small bulge in the boy's britches...he loved the noises this drew out.

"Warm."

"Nice?"

"Very. More?"

"How much more?"

Robert didn't want to go too far, too soon.

"I don't know, I'm not..."

He could not admit he was not a virgin anymore.

Robert shook his head.

"No, no little one...you misunderstand. I have no intent to deflower you tonight...I merely wish to make you glow, like the treasure you are."

He slid his hand to the front of Ryan's britches, slipping just the tip of one finger inside to show what he meant.

"May I?"

"Please."

Robert smiled. He carefully unbuttoned Ryan's britches and slipped his hand inside. He found the top of the boy's white bloomers and delved inside, his fingers quickly finding the boy's stiff member. He wrapped his fingers loosely around the shaft and started to stroke slowly.

"Oh God...sorry I..."

Ryan didn't know if Robert was religious.

Robert smiled.

"It's alright little one...God you look good like this."

Ryan tipped his head back. His eyes closed and breath hitched, biting his lip.

"So beautiful."

Robert breathed as he continued to watch the boy fall apart in his hand. Ryan gripped Robert's shirt as he started to come apart. Robert couldn't resist Ryan's throat any longer. He lowered his mouth to it and sucked lightly at the skin. Gerard had not done this to him cause he was not entitled to, but this was his fiancé. He could mark him. In fact, Ryan wanted him too.

"Please."

Robert smiled into Ryan's skin, then sucked harder, leaving dark marks in his wake.

"Fuck!"

Robert smirked and continued to mark the boy more, his spare hand pulling down on the front of Ryan's shirt to reveal his pale collarbones, just begging to be marked. His other hand quickened, tightening a little as he stroked the boy fast.

"Close."

Robert moved up to Ryan's ear, breathing hotly into it.

"Cum for me little one."

That was all it took. Ryan let out a high keen as he covered Robert's hand in his cum. He slumped back in the man's arms.

Robert smiled, slipping his hand out of the boy's underwear and carefully scooping him into his arms.

"Rest little one. You were so good."

He murmured, carrying Ryan out of the conservatory, through the hallway, and straight up the stairs to the boy's bedroom. The door was open a crack, so Robert elbowed his way in, trying not to wake the boy, and lay him down on his bed. There was a nightshirt on the pillow, so Robert decided to carefully strip the boy of his clothes, being as respectful as he could of Ryan's dignity in his passed out state...then used the boy's shirt to clean him off, dropping it in a hamper that was sat by a door that lead to a small salon, before gently slipping the nightshirt over Ryan's head and arms, then tucking the boy in quietly under his covers.

Robert leaned down and softly kissed Ryan's forehead.

"Goodnight little one."

He whispered, gazing at the boy who was quickly winning his heart, then turned to leave.

"Bobby?"

Robert turned back and smiled.

"Yes, little one?"

"I am looking forward to attending an Operetta with you after we are married."

Robert felt his heart flutter.

"Me too my sweet...me too."

He reached out and gently brushed Ryan's hair from his face.

"Sleep well little one."

"Night Bobby."

"Goodnight Ryan."

Robert turned and left the room with a happy smile on his face.

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Frank woke as the first glow of dawn shone on the horizon. The room was dark, save for a tiny sliver of light that snuck in through a crack in the curtains, but Frank could no longer sleep as his thoughts were heavy with the events of the previous evening, and the words that Gerard had said.

"You say that now, but in the light of day you will see me for Devil I am and leave me."

Frank climbed out of bed and walked into Gerard's salon. He had not thought of Gerard that way, but now, in the early light of day as he peered at his reflection in the large mirror on the wall by the door...now he thought maybe Gerard was right. There were bruises, marks on his body that should not be...marks that had no right to be there, unless they were made by Frank's husband. But they hadn't been. They had been made by the beautiful Devil that lay sleeping still in his bed. Gerard may look like an angel, especially when he slept, but Frank knew better now, and would not make that mistake again. Slipping back into the bedroom, he collected his wet clothes from where they were dropped on the floor, dressed with a shudder at the chill, then quietly left the room, closing the door behind him. Turning from the door, he gasped as he came face to face with Gerard's servant...who looked equally as surprised as he.

"Master Iero..."

Patrick bowed.

"Can I get you anything?"

Frank shook his head.

"No thank you. I just need to go home."

He stepped past the other man and headed down the stairs.

"Wait..."

Patrick ran after the fair one. He honestly liked him.

"Master Iero."

Frank turned his head, pausing on the stairs.

"Yes?"

"Please let me get you home."

Patrick walks up lightly.

"Please."

Frank considered for a moment but decided that with how wet and cold his clothing still was, a walk in the early morning chill would more than likely make him sick.

"Thank you."

He smiled, nodding slightly and starting down the stairs again.

"Let me get you something else to wear."

Patrick disappeared and returned with simple britches and a shirt.

"It isn't much, but it is dry."

Frank smiled, taking the clothes carefully.

"Where can I change?"

He asked, not wanting to return to Gerard's room and risk waking him.

"Here, you can change here."

Patrick opened up the salon.

Frank smiled and quietly stepped inside.

"I won't be long."

He closed the door.

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Frank stepped out of the salon in the dry clothes and smiled shyly at Patrick.

"Thank you..."

He was holding his wet clothing in his hands.

"Do you have something I could put these in please?"

Patrick smiled and produced a bag.

Frank smiled back and slipped the sodden clothes inside.

"Thank you. Shall we go?"

Patrick bowed and opened the door.

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They were nearly to Frank's home. It had been a quiet ride, but Patrick knew something was on the young master’s mind. Frank sighed, frowning slightly.

"Patrick, could I ask you something?"

"Of course Master Iero."

Frank looked down at his lap, fidgeting with his hands.

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

"Since we were both sprouts."

Frank giggled slightly at the phrase and looked up.

"Could you tell me about him and Widow Urie?...They seem very...familiar with each other...though not exactly friends."

Patrick sighed.

"May I speak freely Master Iero?"

Frank nodded.

"Of course."

"Gerard and Brendon are a match made Hades."

"How so?"

Frank tilted his head slightly.

"Gerard and Brendon met through a mutual friend. They courted for a bit, but they soon realized that they were too alike to be together. Instead they started to play games with conquest’s minds and hearts. They did not care who they hurt, it was all just a game to them. In the end they were fine and they would laugh at what fools the others were. They never knew the damage that their cruel intentions could cause. I have seen it first hand, but as a servant could never say anything."

Patrick was quiet as they turned onto the road that led to Frank's town house.

"I believe you and Young Master Ross were the latest pawns in their game. The flaw in this one though was that Gerard always played fair while Brendon...didn't. That includes this time. You are older and wiser and were smart to get away, but I fear Master Ross..."

Patrick slowed the carriage up at the entrance.

"That poor boy..."

Frank lamented.

"He did not deserve their...attentions."

"According to Brendon, he slighted him."

Patrick got down and helped Frank off the driver’s seat.

"How could one so young and innocent slight the likes of him?"

Frank asked Patrick in confusion as he heard his maid open the front door behind him.

"Do you know Magistrate Robert Bryar?"

Frank nodded.

"My...my husband introduced us once."

He blushed, looking down.

"Did you know that Magistrate Bryar is betrothed?"

Frank looked up.

"I heard that...but not to whom."

"Master Ryan Ross."

"Oh, my!"

Frank was taken aback somewhat. An age difference between man and fair one was nothing unusual...but one that large?! He frowned slightly.

"But...what has that to do with Widow Urie?"

Patrick took a breath.

"Widow Urie has been Magistrate Bryar's mistress for quite some time."

Frank's eyebrows rose in surprise.

"So...so he blamed the boy for what I can only presume to be an arranged marriage? Surely the Magistrate is more at fault than a mere child."

"I do not have answers for that, I only know what I hear as a servant when no one notices me there and Brendon speaks quite freely of his plans with Gerard, even the latest one."

"Dare I ask?"

"Do you want to know?"

Frank swallowed, trying to steal himself for whatever he was about to hear.

"I don't want to, but I fear I must."

"Master Ross is no longer...as innocent as he was before he met Gerard."

As Patrick saw the horror come upon Frank's face he back peddled a bit.

"I can tell you it was consent and Gerard has been trying to help Ryan get out of his arranged marriage and be with the boy he has fallen in love with. Please don’t think Gerard a complete monster. He generally makes poor decisions when Brendon is involved.”

Frank sighed deeply.

"It seems he is quite adept at getting others to make bad decisions too."

"I am truly sorry for his behavior towards you. I am supposing that this is farewell for us."

Patrick bows and lifting Frank's hand places a small kiss on it.

"Have a good day Master Iero."

Frank smiled sadly.

"You too Patrick...I feel that you deserve a good day after everything you deal with."

He looked down at the clothes he was wearing.

"I will have these cleaned and returned to you. And Patrick?"

"Yes Master Iero?"

Frank stepped over then tiptoed slightly and placed a small kiss on Patrick's cheek before stepping back.

"Thank you."

He smiled, then turned and went inside, his maid closing the door after him. Patrick looked at the closed door stunned. He touched his cheek and a small smile appeared on his lips as he climbed onto the carriage.

Notes

Hi there chipmunks...how's you?

So all of THAT happened!...did you expect Robert and Ryan to get so...close?

Until next time...PLEASE COMMENT, and peace out babies!
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