September 29, 2007

Snits by Mav Anthony

Mikjial was growling, anger swirling around him like a storm, making everything grey.  His hair was changing color, sliding from silver to burgundy to gold and back to silver again, magic dripping from him like fat drops of rain.  He picked up random objects, flinging them against the castle walls.

There wasn't a single servant he hadn't yelled at and he was making his way toward the harem, intent on making a clean sweep of it.  The younger men scattered before him, most of them taking one look at him and heading for their rooms.  Probably hiding under their beds.

As if that could save them.

He needed a mouth or an ass to fuck.  Maybe both.  Maybe a dozen of both.

He stood in the main hall of his harem, glaring at the empty corners.  "Someone will appear before me and service me or there will be hell to pay!"

"We can't have that, my Lord." Simeon stumbled in from the sleeping area, dressed only in a short sleep shirt, curls touseled and eyes sleepy. "How can I serve you?"

The man looked endearing and sweet and his bad mood almost eased.

The bastard also looked unafraid.

"Why aren't you cowering like the rest of them?" he snarled.

Bright green eyes shone up at him. "Would you like me too, my Lord?"

"What?"

Simeon moved closer, hands sliding through his hair, leaving violet behind. "Do you want me to cower? Do you want me to be scared?"

He blinked, utterly undone. 

Soft hands touched his lips, his cheeks. "Here, my Lord? Or shall I follow you?"

"Here," he snarled, anger returning.  The boy was trying to dull his rage, trying to seduce *him*.  That wasn't how it worked.  "On your knees."

"Yes, my Lord." Simeon settled on his knees without a hint of fear, without defiance.

"Open up," he growled.  His heart wasn't in it though - oh, he still wanted the boy to suck him, but... his anger had softened.  In fact, he wasn't sure he quite remembered why he'd been so upset in the first place.

"Yes, my Lord." Those hungry lips opened, eager, inviting, eyes focused on him.

He pushed his cock into Simeon's mouth, moaning as the slick, wet heat surrounded him.  Oh, the man was magic, with those big green eyes and sweet curls.  He slid his hand along one high cheekbone, holding Simeon still as he began to rock.

A soft hum vibrated along his cock, Simeon taking him in, tongue sliding over his shaft like the man was borne for it, for him. He refused to admit he was enjoying it, refused to admit that his anger was all but gone.  Instead he took Simeon's mouth, owned it.

And Simeon welcomed him.

Hot and soft, Simeon opened farther and farther, taking him deep, letting him slide into that arched throat. So different from the panicked eyes and nervous eyes and panicked gasps at the beginning, and yet the blase indifference of the practiced concubines had not yet infected his Simeon.

He held Simeon's eyes as he fucked the boy's mouth, long deep pushes that felt so good, that made the boy's eyes widen, but not with fear or disgust.

The soft sounds the boy made were delicious, rich, traveling up his shaft to settle in his balls.

He was growling again, though anger had nothing to do with it this time.

That mouth was good.  Very good.

He held Simeon's eyes until he came and then his own eyes closed as his pleasure shot down the boy's throat.

Simeon swallowed him down, suction easing into sweet warmth as he relaxed.

He slid his thumbs along Simeon's cheeks, following the curves and tracing where Simeon's mouth caved in with his suction.

Such a pretty thing.

He eased out of Simeon's mouth.

Those green eyes were still shining. "My Lord. So good."

"Mm," he murmured, hands still moving over the lean face.  "You've ruined a perfectly good snit, you know.  I was going to fuck my way through the place and now I just want to take only you to bed and make you scream with pleasure."

"I promise to scream loudly enough to preserve your reputation, my Lord." Simeon nuzzled into his hand, kissing the palm.

He chuckled.  "Come back to my chambers, Simeon, we'll see just how good a screamer you are."

Simeon pinked beautifully. "Yes, my Lord. I will attempt my very best."

He purred, petting the dear man's cheek.  Perhaps it wasn't such a bad day after all.