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Alternate ending part 3!
Yay! Our favourites, Algernon and Percy~ Hope you enjoy!
Alternate Ending, Chapter 3
Claimer: Ours~
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: m/m sex (the usual kinky sort), probably some language, more-than-hinted shota, mentions of cheating and stuff, very vague angst.
Perceval angled his head forward so that his hair fell off his shoulder and cascaded down in front of him while he ran his fingers through it distractedly. Upon deeming his hair satisfactory, he replaced the small crown on his head and straightened, crossing his legs and folding his hands in his lap as he looked out across the elegant marble ballroom floor. He wasn’t particularly watching the dancers—none of them were quite up to his standards of dress or form—rather, he was inspecting the glimmering snowflakes suspended from the high glass vaulted ceiling. The majority of them were made from exquisite cut glass of all colors and cast small rainbows across the white marble floor as they reflected the starlight streaming in from the crisp winter sky above them. The rest of the snowflakes—the most breathtaking—were cut diamonds, and the way these reflected the light made it appear as if the purest white light was falling down over the dancers like snow.
As every ball Perceval hosted, everything was flawless. He enjoyed taking a few moments at the start of each party to sit and take it all in, to bask it the marvel of all of his guests, and to display his own perfection seated in a grand thrown at the front of the room, next to Algernon—the only aspect of the party that was more breathtaking than himself. “What do you think, Algernon?” Perceval purred, leaning over to rest his head against Algernon’s shoulder as the grand orchestra concluded its first overture.
Algernon smiled, running a hand through Perceval's hair affectionately as he gazed into the crowd with some boredom. "It's all beautiful, as always, darling," he responded diplomatically, not mentioning the fact that he hardly cared for Perceval's quarter-yearly ordeals. They made his Queen happy, after all, and that was enough for Algernon. Besides, sitting on the throne, surveying the crowd... it did have a sort of poetic feel to it, a sort of realistic view: he ruled the country now, and everyone else was beneath him. Though, in the past four years, the idea had lost its novelty, it still gave him a bit of a rush of power, to think about the concept; the country was his, and his alone.
And, of course, he couldn't forget the second half of his mantra from years past: he was ruling, and he had Perceval by his side. Now that they could do whatever they pleased, he loved pleasing Perceval, spoiling him to pretty things and luxuries he couldn't afford to give before. Perceval's engagement ring, in and of itself, was of twenty-four carat white gold and contained enough emeralds and diamonds to feed a third world country-- after all, Perceval, in all of his beautiful perfection, deserved nothing less. These extravagant parties were of the same vein; Algernon didn't care for them, himself, but they made Perceval happy, and whatever made his Queen happy made Algernon happy.
He watched Perceval watch the crowd for a few more minutes, planning, in the back of his mind, just how he was going to ruin all that perfection later this evening, but for now, he would be a good boy. Rising, he offered Perceval his arm. "Would you care to dance, Percy?"
Perceval took his arm and looked up at Algernon through his lashes adoringly. “Yes, oh but of course!” Perceval chimed, lighting to his feet and twirling himself into Algernon’s arms. He’d been hoping Algernon would ask; he loved the way everyone cleared the center when they stepped out onto the floor. Perceval knew that as the two of them danced, the attention and especially the envious glances people directed him would be a delight, and he loved more than anything to gracefully flit among his subjects so that his elegance could remind the commoners of their own plainness. After all, no one could compare to Algernon, and Perceval knew he looked dazzling in his collection of gifts from Algernon—he knew because he’d spent hours in front of the mirror with fifteen servants preparing for this single event. Perceval was quite confident that he out shown all the glimmering snowflakes combined, and that he looked perfectly fabulous on the arm of Algernon, in all his infinite magnificence.
Algernon smiled back, enjoying the look of pure devotion Perceval always gave him at times like these and leading him down the few steps from the thrones to the dance floor. As they passed, their guests nodded their heads or even bowed, and, being gracious and considerate, Algernon nodded back and shook his head, urging them to rise. Once amidst the crowd of dancers, Algernon took a step apart from Perceval, appropriate distance for dancing, and smiled at him, waiting for the music to start.
Of course, Perceval was a wonderful dancer, and Algernon always enjoyed watching the grace and fluidity with which he moved, but there were downsides to dancing, too. Since Algernon had changed the laws, it was perfectly all right for Perceval to dance opposite him, in the women's line, but that also meant that at least seventy five percent of the time, Algernon had to dance with women. Since becoming ruler of the country, Algernon's dislike of the female gender hadn't weakened, and he really did dislike being forced to make conversation with or to touch them, but he did for Perceval, because dancing made Perceval happy. The sacrifices he made for love, he sighed inwardly, but he knew that there were more important things in the world than having to touch the opposite gender, and so he didn't think about it, and was just all the more glad when he returned to Perceval's side.
When the dance finished, Algernon drew Perceval away, placing a kiss on his jeweled fingers. "May I get you some champagne, dear?" he asked considerately, looking over Perceval distractedly. He really did look lovely, dressed all in white and silver the glittered like the snowflake crystals that decorated the ballroom. His jewelry, almost all gifts from Algernon, added to the sparkle of his attire, and Algernon was quite certain he was more perfect than even the diamond decorations Perceval so prided himself in. Perceval really was perfect in every way, and Algernon smiled to himself. Life, it seemed, really was perfect.
Once the dance had ended, Donavan took Faustino’s hand in his and lead him across the floor to where Algernon and Perceval were standing, arriving just in time to hear Algernon’s question and answer before Perceval had the chance. “Allow me, Algernon.” Donavan drawled, gesturing at his three women and sending them all on the errand. He’d brought them along for precisely three reasons, the first of which was exactly for this circumstance. Secondly, of course, he’d explained to Faustino that it was good for their entrance and for their business to be always seen with attractive women, and third and most important, Donavan had brought them along just in case Perceval’s party began to bore him. He was almost certain it would. “Four glasses, would you?” He called after them, glancing down at Faustino, whom he was sure would want to be seen drinking with the three of them; it was doubtful that Faustino actually enjoyed it. “Lovely ball, cousin.” Donavan said casually, looking up from Faustino at Perceval, who was staring after the three women in disgust.
“Thank you.” Perceval replied tightly, his eyes narrowing. “Who are they?”
“My newest investments.” Donavan replied, looking after them as well. Their dresses were all inappropriately scanty, and Perceval’s disapproval amused him greatly. “See any to your liking?”
Perceval rolled his eyes and turned away from Donavan in disgust, folding his arms and taking a breath to compose himself for greetings. “Good evening, Faustino.” Perceval said cordially.
Faustino was unhappy. He didn't, in the first place, particularly like going to the Queen's royal balls when he could be home with Donavan, and he especially hated when he had to go anywhere with Donavan's dumb whores. It was bad enough when Donavan was off with them doing god-only-knew-what, but when he made Faustino spend time with them, too, as if there wasn't anything wrong with it at all... as if he didn't know it made Faustino jealous almost to the point of tears. At times like these, however, as strange as it seemed even to him, Perceval was his one source of solace, his one compatriot in the love of one who could never be exclusively his own. At first, the two had been entirely unable to get along, but when they began to realize how much they really had in common, some form of bond, not friendship, but perhaps more like that of sisters, began to form, and now Faustino could almost say he liked to spend time with Perceval, who he still, on most occasions, found incredibly irritating.
Looking away from Donavan and his little toys, Faustino took a deep breath and put on a smile, though he knew Perceval would be able to tell exactly how he felt. "Good evening, M. Mauvais," he responded congenially, nodding respectfully before glancing around. "It's a very nice party," he complemented, knowing Perceval would want to hear it, before gesturing to some seats off to the side. "May I impose a chat on you? Or are you...busy?" a glance to the Commandant, who was now having some sort of apparently amusing conversation with Donavan, chuckling and seemingly intentionally avoiding the gaze of the hookers told him that Perceval was probably free, but he had to ask. He did, after all, know how to be polite.
“Yes,” Perceval replied, “Yes, I think that would be…nice.” He smiled back at Faustino in a similarly irritated face. Why did Donavan have to come and spoil all of his parties with his foul disgraceful women? And more importantly, why did he insist on taking Algernon away from him? Perceval looked at Algernon pathetically, his eyes filled with longing. He was forced to turn back to Faustino and once again collect himself when Donavan—likely purposefully—stepped in front of him, stealing Algernon away as he did so often. “Let’s have a seat.” Perceval said darkly, snatching a glass from one of the women who had returned with the four glasses. Hardly waiting for Faustino, he turned in the direction of the seats to which Faustino had gestured and worked purposefully slowly and gracefully to disguise his mood.
Faustino accepted his glass, as well, with a foul pout, giving the champagne itself a disgusted look as he followed Perceval to the seating area. He disliked most alcohol as it was, but the fact that one of those gross women had touched this glass made it all the worse. However, he knew Perceval would be offended if he didn't drink it and pretend to like it, and so, as he sat, he took a sip, forcing a smile. As he set the glass aside, however, he looked down at his lap, his facade falling. He hated to be childish or vulnerable around Perceval, but there just got to be a point where it was all too much. Still, niceties first, and another forced smile, though this one less believable. "I hope you are well...?"
“I was better before Donavan arrived.” Perceval huffed, then sipped his champagne slowly, looking over Faustino. He looked thoroughly distraught, and Perceval sighed, his expression softening slightly. Donavan’s disgusting little toys were ruining his party, but at least he didn’t have to deal with Donavan’s antics on a daily bases—at least the creatures Donavan took to bed were of no real consequence to him. Poor Faustino. So young. So damaged… But he was intriguing—his situation almost reminded Perceval of Algernon. “I’m sure he just thinks it’s funny, or something.” Perceval pouted, indicating with an incline of his head that he was referring to Donavan and the three women, who, thankfully, Donavan was now sending off into the crowd. If their presence had upset Algernon, too, Perceval would have been fuming. “He doesn’t realize how improper—how hurtful—he always is.” Perceval tossed his hair back over his shoulder and looked away. He wanted to comfort Faustino, but he certainly didn’t want his words to come off that way for he knew he shouldn’t concern himself with the problems of a twelve-year-old, and certainly not with his cousin’s issues. However, his bond with Faustino was such that Perceval could relate…and felt he should try his best to be nice whenever possible.
"Yeah... I know..." Faustino replied ruefully, taking another sip of champagne and trying not to make a face. "It's just..." he sighed, doing his best to fight to stay proper, to fight back the tears. He was a grownup, damnit, he was an adult, not some kid. "It's only... He says he loves me, and then he..." Faustino cut off, staring pointedly at his lap to keep the tears at bay. "I just... I hate it, sometimes, and I don't know what to do..." He bit his lip, looking up at Perceval, hope, almost, in his eyes. "If I may ask... I mean... what do you do when something like this happens...? Because... it's just... it's so hard..." He swallowed, he wouldn't cry, but he fell silent, hoping he could recover before he needed to respond.
“What do I do?” Perceval asked, blinking, turning back to Faustino and feigning surprise. “Algernon would never put me through what Donavan makes you suffer.” Perceval explained pointedly. “I have my suspicions, but I truly believe in Algernon.” His voice was a little tight; there were times when it was harder to believe Algernon was entirely truthful about his activities, especially when it came to Donavan… “I trust him when he assures me I’m the only one he loves. If you believe Donavan, then you just have to…you must ignore it.” Perceval said firmly, glaring at Donavan and Algernon somewhat accusingly as they began slowly moving to the far end of the ballroom.
Faustino nodded solemnly, looking at his hands around his champagne glass for a moment before turning back to Perceval with a weak smile. "Of course, you've been with the Commandant so long... it must get better, right?" he asked hopefully, though trying not to seem too naive. "I do believe Donavan... it's just... so hard, sometimes." He laughed wryly, humourlessly, taking another sip of his drink. "I love him with all of my heart, and so I don't complain... but it's just so hard, sometimes." He sighed, gazing out into the ballroom. In the end, Perceval was right-- he always was, being so much older and having been in a relationship so much longer-- he just had to trust Donavan, and know that, no matter what filth he brought to bed, he would always come back to Faustino in the end. "At least it's all girls... It shouldn't, but it makes me feel a little bit better," Faustino added, a little more lightly. "And at least Dragomir's dead now..." He shrugged, taking another drink. There was a good thing about alcohol... it always helped him forget his worries.
“Yes, well,” Perceval grimaced, stiffening, “that is the reason for this party.” He took a sip of his champagne and glared at Algernon once again bitterly. “Let me assure you, Faustino,” Perceval said coldly after a moment, his voice tight and low, “once Algernon’s finally ready to part with that Christian, the party will be much more extravagant.” Perceval sighed and leaned back, turning finally to look at Faustino; there were times he just had to let go and hope for the best. He couldn’t keep staring at them, after all—it was quite improper. “Algernon’s never been with a woman.” Perceval said it proudly, as though it were just one of the many superior qualities Algernon possessed and Donavan did not. Although…it was interesting to think that the gender of Donavan’s playthings made Faustino feel better… Perceval looked down into his glass and swiveled the liquid around slightly, breathing in the aroma of the finest champagne in the country. “When Algernon and I first met, it was much more difficult for me.” Perceval confided. “Now it’s…it’s not so much but…it’s worse. At least then, I could understand why he did it…” Perceval looked back at Faustino and wished he could say that yes, it does get easier, but unfortunately, that wasn’t quite his experience.
"I'm sure we'll be here, whenever the time comes," Faustino replied disinterestedly, following Perceval's gaze to where Donavan had placed a hand on the Commandant's shoulder. Watching the two of them made Faustino possibly even angrier than the girls... but he knew he just had to let go, because there was nothing and there never would be anything that he could do about anything Donavan did with anyone else. Sighing, he looked back to Perceval, raising his eyebrows. "Really? Never?" Though, he supposed, it didn't really surprise him... whenever he had been around, the Commandant had done his best to stay away from anyone of the opposite gender. "I don't know... I guess it makes me feel less like... like I'm not good enough, or something. If it's just girls, then... I can tell myself that it's not that he doesn't love me, he just wants something different sometimes... I don't know." Faustino blushed a little at his own stupidity, taking another sip of his drink to hide it.
At Perceval's next statement, Faustino had the burning desire to ask why, why did he do it, but he held his tongue, nodding instead. "I... I'm sorry," he offered lamely, sighing again and fingering the stem of his champagne glass. "I never understand why he does it. I'm always with him, I'm always willing to do whatever he wants me to do, because I love him... but I guess it just isn't enough. I don't know." Looking at Perceval, he offered a half-smile. "At least the Commandant married you. He changed the laws for you. Donavan'd never..." he trailed, sighing wistfully and staring at his reflection in his champagne glass. He tried not to think about it, but he knew he'd give anything just for that one joy, and he knew he'd never get it.
“Yes, that’s true!” Perceval bubbled—never mind that it obviously hurt Faustino to think about it. “Algernon is the most wonderful person I know. He does so much for me—it may sound silly, but it’s true—he really has made all of my dreams come true!” He smiled and took a sip of his champagne happily. “I really should never complain. But like you said… the fact that he needs things, other than what I can give him… I just wish I could be enough.”
Faustino gloomed slightly, sighing into his champagne. He always felt bitter when the Queen raved about how wonderful the Commandant was... because Faustino found he really had no response. Nothing Donavan did for him could ever compare to the magnificent wonder that was "Algernon," no matter how Faustino phrased it. When he was a child, Faustino had responded to remarks like those with threats of violence, or else tried to defend Donavan, but in the end, it never worked. And now he was an adult, and he couldn't act that way anymore. With another sigh, he shook his head. "It doesn't really matter, I guess, in the end. I'll stay by Donavan's side, no matter whatever... whoever else he does."
“Sorry to have kept you waiting, baby.” Donavan said coolly, taking a seat next to Faustino and putting an arm over his shoulder. He chuckled slightly when Perceval sprung to his feet, a look of disgust on his features. “This is really good stuff, Perceval.” Donavan grinned, lifting his glass to his cousin before draining it.
“Yes, I try.” Perceval replied through pursed lips before turning away from the two and smiling up at Algernon, pressing himself into his arms. “What were you two discussing?”
"Donavan," Faustino replied, instantly smiling brightly and pressing a chaste kiss to Donavan's cheek. Drawing back and making a show of yawning, he put his head on Donavan's shoulder. "Can we go home soon? I'm really getting sleepy..." After all these years of wanting Donavan to himself, he had developed quite a few methods he found effective. "I don't wanna fall asleep on the car ride back or anything..." He hoped Donavan would get the implication, would take the bait... then, at least, he'd have Donavan to himself for the rest of tonight.
Algernon, meanwhile, smiled charmingly at Perceval. "Nothing, dearest. Petty matters, that's all. Nothing you should worry your pretty head about." He pressed a kiss to the top of Perceval's head, drawing him closer. "Say goodbye to your cousin, now. I need you to myself for the rest of the night, all right?" It really was a shame that Donavan hadn't been able to track down those women... but, in the end, Algernon wasn't worried, and what better way to cheer himself up than with Perceval?
“Oh, all right.” Donavan nodded, setting his glass aside and turning to Faustino. “Of course we can go.” He grinned, then pressed a kiss to Faustino’s lips roughly. “I’d hate for you to fall asleep now…It’s still so early.” Donavan murmured smoothly as he pulled back, just barely.
“Do you mind?” Perceval snapped at the two of them. He didn’t really care what they did—he just didn’t want to see it—ever. He took sharp breath and turned quickly back to Algernon, making his face into one of prefect serenity and expectance. “Good bye, Donavan.” Perceval breathed, not really to Donavan, but only in order to comply with Algernon’s wishes. Then sighed, “You can have me for as long as you’d like.”
The ballroom was empty now, save for the two of them, and the only sound that could be heard was Perceval's uneven breathing. Algernon glanced around the room, running a hand down Perceval's heaving chest as he admired the cut-glass and diamond decorations still in place from the party earlier in the evening. They really were perfect... though not as perfect as his own prized possession, he thought to himself with a smirk, pressing a kiss to Perceval's throat, listening to him gasp and pant. When he had undressed Perceval much earlier, he had left on all of his jewelry, and it now glimmered like stars in the dim light, making Perceval seem almost more beautiful than he was, if possible, and there was something Algernon liked about the jewels contrasting with the dark red marks now scattered about Perceval's pale body. Smirking to himself again, he climbed back on top of Perceval, pressing a kiss to his ear as he heard the grande piano creak beneath them. "Don't tell me you're too tired already, Percy... It's only been twice, and you promised me as long as I liked." He licked along Perceval's jawline, coming to his lips, where he placed another kiss. "I'm not through with you yet, you know."
“Keep—keep going—!” Perceval gasped, shuddering with delight and anticipation as he felt Algernon’s weight on top of him once again. He managed to open his eyes a quarter of the way and looked up into Algernon’s, smiling weakly as he struggled to catch his breath. Perceval’s heart was beating so fast, and he felt like he was burning—he wanted Algernon so badly! He couldn’t think beyond the pleasure, couldn’t control himself any longer, and his body arched up against Algernon’s desperately. He was exhausted and already beginning to ache, but he longed for more—needed more—and he had indeed promised Algernon as much as he liked.
"Well!" Algernon remarked with a pleased smirk, drawing back slightly. "Aren't we eager! You're not tired, after all, are you?" Running his hands up and down Perceval's body, he found his nipples, teasing them to watch Perceval squirm. "What a little slut. You really want it that bad? I want to hear you beg for it, then." Trailing one hand lower, he slid two fingers inside of Perceval, chuckling to himself as he leaned in, nipping at Perceval's lips enough to draw blood. After a moment, he murmured, "Even after going twice, you're still so tight... you're sucking me in. You like that, hmm, Percy?" Smirking against Perceval's lips, he pressed his fingers further, knowing just what spot would get him the best reaction. "Do you like it, my fingers inside you? Let me know if you want more... I'm waiting on you." Smiling wickedly, he traced a single finger along Perceval's new erection, just to add to the tease.
Algernon’s flavor mixed with his own blood, and the contrast the pain provided only heightened the pleasure Perceval felt at having Algernon’s fingers inside of him. Algernon’s voice…the way he spoke and the words he used…Perceval loved it, and it sent chills throughout his entire body as he flushed and squirmed against Algernon, only to cry out in response to Algernon’s well-placed touches. “Yes—” Perceval gasped, rocking his hips up against Algernon’s hand as he tried to recapture the exquisite feeling once again. “Yes, please, Algernon—” He tightened his hold on Algernon’s shoulders slightly and opened his eyes once again for as long as he could, looking up at Algernon beseechingly. “More…” Perceval breathed unevenly, squeezing his eyes shut once again and gasping as Algernon touched him, whimpering softly with want.
"Good... good," Algernon murmured, kissing Perceval's lips again before drawing back, withdrawing his hand. Grasping Perceval's thighs, he bent him back roughly with a smirk, hesitating a moment to enjoy the sight before slowly pressing inside him, watching Perceval's face, such a wonderful shade of red, his eyes squeezed shut with pleasure. "Is that good, Percy?" he asked softly, leaning in to nip at Perceval's neck and effectively bending him in half. "You must--" he emphasized the statement as pressed fully inside, ceasing movement for a moment and smirking wickedly, "--let me know."
“N-no,” Perceval whined, “Don’t—don’t stop!” He thrust up against Algernon desperately, his nails digging in to Algernon’s back slightly as he strained to get closer to him. “It’s…” Perceval gasped, “So good—! Please…” He rolled his hips forward once again, flexing and releasing his muscles as best as he could to make it as good for Algernon as possible…so that Algernon would be willing to indulge him—he needed him so badly, desperately, and after two times already just this evening, Perceval just didn’t think he could take any teasing now.
"Well," Algernon replied with a throaty chuckle, drawing back slightly, "Since you've said 'please'..." Pulling almost all the way out, he suddenly slammed back into Perceval, biting his lip at the sensation and squeezing his eyes shut for a moment at the pleasurable feeling. Beginning to speed up but continuing his merciless thrusts, he ran his hand along Perceval's erection again, lightly, insubstantially, still teasing. Algernon couldn't help it, it was just too good to tease Perceval. "I want to know how you're feeling, Percy," he demanded, his fingers dancing along Perceval's member before giving it a sudden sharp tug. "I want to hear you, I want to know you want it."
“Algernon—!” Perceval cried out sharply, gasping as Algernon thrust deeper and deeper inside of him and the pleasure began to overwhelm him more and more. “It’s—it’s so good—!” He cried out again, writhing at Algernon’s touches and straining for something more substantial. All the teasing—he couldn’t take it! He was so close already, he just had to feel Algernon against him, and he craved a more substantial touch— anything! “Oh please—Algernon…” Perceval whined, fighting to open his eyes once more, only to close them again and let out another cry as the sensations began to push him further out of control.
Pleased, Algernon continued to quicken his pace, nipping at Perceval's neck as he touched him in earnest, stroking in time with his thrusts. "You like it that much, hmm?" he murmured huskily against Perceval's skin. Perceval's loud cries echoed in the high-ceilinged room, and it gave Algernon a rush just to know he was the one driving him to make such noise. "Just think of what your subjects would think of you, if they heard you, saw you like this," he prompted with a dark smile. "How does that make you feel, Percy?" He thrust in particularly hard, hissing softly at the sensation. "Let me know, I want to hear you scream."
Perceval let out a little yelp of pleasure at the sharp movement, gasping at the immensely pleasurable sensation of having Algernon inside him—of being so close to the perfection that was Algernon. He didn’t want to think or feel anything but Algernon, but the hypothetical question brought Perceval a little out of his daze and he suddenly became very self-conscious and quickly brought his hand to his mouth, biting down on his fingers to keep form making any more loud noises. A thick blush was heating his face, and Perceval let out a small whimper of embarrassment around his hand as he imagined the room how it had been hours before—filled with everyone of any consequence whatsoever.
"Come now, Percy," Algernon murmured, suddenly slowing, drawing almost all the way out. "Don't hold out on me... if you don't let me know what you like, what am I to do?" Digging his nails into Perceval's thighs, he smirked, leaning in close and enjoying the way Perceval bent so easily. "Don't hold back..." Excruciatingly slowly, he began to ease back in, smiling wickedly the whole time. "Tell me what you want, show me that you want it."
At Algernon’s change in pace, Perceval opened his eyes once more and looked up pathetically into Algernon’s, perfectly prepared to beg. Then as Algernon began to move at a torturously slow speed, Perceval squeezed his eyes shut and unconsciously let his hand fall from his mouth to cry out once again in desperation, gasping. “Algernon,” Perceval chocked. “You have to—you can’t—don’t just stop—!” He breathed haltingly, balling his hands into fists against Algernon’s back and trying to pull closer as he let out another strangled cry. “Oh, please—faster!”
"As you wish," Algernon replied, pleased. Kissing Perceval briefly, he began to speed up, adjusting the angle of his thrusts, hoping to see Perceval overwhelmed with pleasure. "You know I love to please you." He bit at Perceval's neck, drawing blood, before sucking the spot, continuing to speed up his thrusts. "Let me hear it," he murmured thickly, "I want to hear your pleasure."
Perceval felt a wave of pure ecstasy surge through him and he took in a sharp breath of air as he felt Algernon’s mouth on his neck. The pain of the bite and then the soothing feel of Algernon’s mouth against it, coupled with the new angle, the speed—it was all perfect, and entirely too much for Perceval to take any longer. He didn’t want it to stop…didn’t want to lose the exquisite sensation…but there was nothing he could do. It was just so good that he couldn’t hold on any longer and he came, crying out Algernon’s name, all reservations and embarrassment lost in the rapture of the perfect instant.
Pleased, Algernon listened to Perceva's final cry before thrusting hard one last time, coming deep inside Perceval's body. He let his eyes fall shut as he dropped down on top of Perceval, catching his breath and allowing his vision to clear, content in achieving his prize, in Perceval's utter loss of control. After a moment, he pulled himself together, lifting his head from Perceval's heaving chest to lick along the line of his neck, cleaning away the last few droplets of blood beaded there. "Was that good, Percy?" he murmured, placing a kiss on his jaw, then another just below his ear.
Perceval didn’t want to open his eyes, didn’t want to let go of the sensation of pleasure that still seemed to pulse through him. He didn’t want Algernon to move, and he drew in a quick breath as Algernon’s mouth moved across his neck. Perceval nodded in response to the question and sighed happily, relaxing his hold on Algernon but not quite letting go. “Yes…” Perceval murmured, slowly opening his eyes just enough to peer at Algernon through his lashes contentedly. “It was amazing…”
Algernon placed another kiss on Perceval's ear, laying back against him and listening to his heart race. He didn't want to move... he was too comfortable... but, he knew, the piano was hardly a place to spend the night, and Perceval would certainly not be happy with it. Slowly, he slid off of Perceval, off of the piano, before gathering him into his arms, kissing him softly. "Come, Percy, love... it's time for bed."
Perceval nodded vaguely in agreement, going near-limp in Algernon’s arms, happy to still be so close and relieved that he wouldn’t have to walk. As wonderful it had been, the piano certainly wouldn’t have been tolerable for much longer, cold and hard as it was, and the warmth and comfort of their bed would be a welcome change. Though, as Perceval nuzzled closer to Algernon, he became distinctly aware that neither of them was yet decent, and a thick blush spread across his face. “Algernon,” Perceval giggled nervously in embarrassment, “I’m—I’m not dressed…”
Algernon smirked but didn't let go, holding Perceval close to his chest. "You know no one's around at this time of night, Percy," he replied softly, beginning to walk towards the end of the ballroom, a door which led towards the living areas of the palace. "And we live here. There's nothing wrong with it." Chuckling, he made a point of looking down over the body in his arms before continuing. "No one will see you but me."
Perceval blushed an even brighter shade of red and squirmed slightly in Algernon’s arms. “All the same—!” He began, though he knew it would change nothing, “Anyone could—And! Please, Algernon, don’t look! I’m—!” Perceval didn’t quite know what to say he was, so he squirmed again, pressing his face against Algernon’s chest and trying desperately not to think about how disheveled…and naked…he really was.
"Hush, Percy... if you make so much noise, someone just might hear," Algernon replied softly, pressing his lips against Perceval's ear. "Would you like me to put you down? I'd hate to keep you from getting dressed if you so desire it... I just wanted to keep you close..." It was passive-aggressive, but since when did Algernon care? His sole concern was keeping Perceval's beautiful, warm body as close as possibly for as long as possible.
“No, please don’t let go of me,” Perceval said quickly, keeping his voice down and wrapping his arms securely around Algernon’s neck just in case. “I’m sorry, just…just as long as we remember to get the clothes in the morning before the servants find them…” He smiled sheepishly up at Algernon, remembering how Algernon brought the thoughts of others concerning their escapades to his attention earlier that evening and not wanting to draw any extra attention to their actions if possible.
"Anything to make you happy," Algernon replied with a soft smile, kissing Perceval again. "Now hush, Percy. It's time for bed."
Alternate Ending, Chapter 3
Claimer: Ours~
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: m/m sex (the usual kinky sort), probably some language, more-than-hinted shota, mentions of cheating and stuff, very vague angst.
Perceval angled his head forward so that his hair fell off his shoulder and cascaded down in front of him while he ran his fingers through it distractedly. Upon deeming his hair satisfactory, he replaced the small crown on his head and straightened, crossing his legs and folding his hands in his lap as he looked out across the elegant marble ballroom floor. He wasn’t particularly watching the dancers—none of them were quite up to his standards of dress or form—rather, he was inspecting the glimmering snowflakes suspended from the high glass vaulted ceiling. The majority of them were made from exquisite cut glass of all colors and cast small rainbows across the white marble floor as they reflected the starlight streaming in from the crisp winter sky above them. The rest of the snowflakes—the most breathtaking—were cut diamonds, and the way these reflected the light made it appear as if the purest white light was falling down over the dancers like snow.
As every ball Perceval hosted, everything was flawless. He enjoyed taking a few moments at the start of each party to sit and take it all in, to bask it the marvel of all of his guests, and to display his own perfection seated in a grand thrown at the front of the room, next to Algernon—the only aspect of the party that was more breathtaking than himself. “What do you think, Algernon?” Perceval purred, leaning over to rest his head against Algernon’s shoulder as the grand orchestra concluded its first overture.
Algernon smiled, running a hand through Perceval's hair affectionately as he gazed into the crowd with some boredom. "It's all beautiful, as always, darling," he responded diplomatically, not mentioning the fact that he hardly cared for Perceval's quarter-yearly ordeals. They made his Queen happy, after all, and that was enough for Algernon. Besides, sitting on the throne, surveying the crowd... it did have a sort of poetic feel to it, a sort of realistic view: he ruled the country now, and everyone else was beneath him. Though, in the past four years, the idea had lost its novelty, it still gave him a bit of a rush of power, to think about the concept; the country was his, and his alone.
And, of course, he couldn't forget the second half of his mantra from years past: he was ruling, and he had Perceval by his side. Now that they could do whatever they pleased, he loved pleasing Perceval, spoiling him to pretty things and luxuries he couldn't afford to give before. Perceval's engagement ring, in and of itself, was of twenty-four carat white gold and contained enough emeralds and diamonds to feed a third world country-- after all, Perceval, in all of his beautiful perfection, deserved nothing less. These extravagant parties were of the same vein; Algernon didn't care for them, himself, but they made Perceval happy, and whatever made his Queen happy made Algernon happy.
He watched Perceval watch the crowd for a few more minutes, planning, in the back of his mind, just how he was going to ruin all that perfection later this evening, but for now, he would be a good boy. Rising, he offered Perceval his arm. "Would you care to dance, Percy?"
Perceval took his arm and looked up at Algernon through his lashes adoringly. “Yes, oh but of course!” Perceval chimed, lighting to his feet and twirling himself into Algernon’s arms. He’d been hoping Algernon would ask; he loved the way everyone cleared the center when they stepped out onto the floor. Perceval knew that as the two of them danced, the attention and especially the envious glances people directed him would be a delight, and he loved more than anything to gracefully flit among his subjects so that his elegance could remind the commoners of their own plainness. After all, no one could compare to Algernon, and Perceval knew he looked dazzling in his collection of gifts from Algernon—he knew because he’d spent hours in front of the mirror with fifteen servants preparing for this single event. Perceval was quite confident that he out shown all the glimmering snowflakes combined, and that he looked perfectly fabulous on the arm of Algernon, in all his infinite magnificence.
Algernon smiled back, enjoying the look of pure devotion Perceval always gave him at times like these and leading him down the few steps from the thrones to the dance floor. As they passed, their guests nodded their heads or even bowed, and, being gracious and considerate, Algernon nodded back and shook his head, urging them to rise. Once amidst the crowd of dancers, Algernon took a step apart from Perceval, appropriate distance for dancing, and smiled at him, waiting for the music to start.
Of course, Perceval was a wonderful dancer, and Algernon always enjoyed watching the grace and fluidity with which he moved, but there were downsides to dancing, too. Since Algernon had changed the laws, it was perfectly all right for Perceval to dance opposite him, in the women's line, but that also meant that at least seventy five percent of the time, Algernon had to dance with women. Since becoming ruler of the country, Algernon's dislike of the female gender hadn't weakened, and he really did dislike being forced to make conversation with or to touch them, but he did for Perceval, because dancing made Perceval happy. The sacrifices he made for love, he sighed inwardly, but he knew that there were more important things in the world than having to touch the opposite gender, and so he didn't think about it, and was just all the more glad when he returned to Perceval's side.
When the dance finished, Algernon drew Perceval away, placing a kiss on his jeweled fingers. "May I get you some champagne, dear?" he asked considerately, looking over Perceval distractedly. He really did look lovely, dressed all in white and silver the glittered like the snowflake crystals that decorated the ballroom. His jewelry, almost all gifts from Algernon, added to the sparkle of his attire, and Algernon was quite certain he was more perfect than even the diamond decorations Perceval so prided himself in. Perceval really was perfect in every way, and Algernon smiled to himself. Life, it seemed, really was perfect.
Once the dance had ended, Donavan took Faustino’s hand in his and lead him across the floor to where Algernon and Perceval were standing, arriving just in time to hear Algernon’s question and answer before Perceval had the chance. “Allow me, Algernon.” Donavan drawled, gesturing at his three women and sending them all on the errand. He’d brought them along for precisely three reasons, the first of which was exactly for this circumstance. Secondly, of course, he’d explained to Faustino that it was good for their entrance and for their business to be always seen with attractive women, and third and most important, Donavan had brought them along just in case Perceval’s party began to bore him. He was almost certain it would. “Four glasses, would you?” He called after them, glancing down at Faustino, whom he was sure would want to be seen drinking with the three of them; it was doubtful that Faustino actually enjoyed it. “Lovely ball, cousin.” Donavan said casually, looking up from Faustino at Perceval, who was staring after the three women in disgust.
“Thank you.” Perceval replied tightly, his eyes narrowing. “Who are they?”
“My newest investments.” Donavan replied, looking after them as well. Their dresses were all inappropriately scanty, and Perceval’s disapproval amused him greatly. “See any to your liking?”
Perceval rolled his eyes and turned away from Donavan in disgust, folding his arms and taking a breath to compose himself for greetings. “Good evening, Faustino.” Perceval said cordially.
Faustino was unhappy. He didn't, in the first place, particularly like going to the Queen's royal balls when he could be home with Donavan, and he especially hated when he had to go anywhere with Donavan's dumb whores. It was bad enough when Donavan was off with them doing god-only-knew-what, but when he made Faustino spend time with them, too, as if there wasn't anything wrong with it at all... as if he didn't know it made Faustino jealous almost to the point of tears. At times like these, however, as strange as it seemed even to him, Perceval was his one source of solace, his one compatriot in the love of one who could never be exclusively his own. At first, the two had been entirely unable to get along, but when they began to realize how much they really had in common, some form of bond, not friendship, but perhaps more like that of sisters, began to form, and now Faustino could almost say he liked to spend time with Perceval, who he still, on most occasions, found incredibly irritating.
Looking away from Donavan and his little toys, Faustino took a deep breath and put on a smile, though he knew Perceval would be able to tell exactly how he felt. "Good evening, M. Mauvais," he responded congenially, nodding respectfully before glancing around. "It's a very nice party," he complemented, knowing Perceval would want to hear it, before gesturing to some seats off to the side. "May I impose a chat on you? Or are you...busy?" a glance to the Commandant, who was now having some sort of apparently amusing conversation with Donavan, chuckling and seemingly intentionally avoiding the gaze of the hookers told him that Perceval was probably free, but he had to ask. He did, after all, know how to be polite.
“Yes,” Perceval replied, “Yes, I think that would be…nice.” He smiled back at Faustino in a similarly irritated face. Why did Donavan have to come and spoil all of his parties with his foul disgraceful women? And more importantly, why did he insist on taking Algernon away from him? Perceval looked at Algernon pathetically, his eyes filled with longing. He was forced to turn back to Faustino and once again collect himself when Donavan—likely purposefully—stepped in front of him, stealing Algernon away as he did so often. “Let’s have a seat.” Perceval said darkly, snatching a glass from one of the women who had returned with the four glasses. Hardly waiting for Faustino, he turned in the direction of the seats to which Faustino had gestured and worked purposefully slowly and gracefully to disguise his mood.
Faustino accepted his glass, as well, with a foul pout, giving the champagne itself a disgusted look as he followed Perceval to the seating area. He disliked most alcohol as it was, but the fact that one of those gross women had touched this glass made it all the worse. However, he knew Perceval would be offended if he didn't drink it and pretend to like it, and so, as he sat, he took a sip, forcing a smile. As he set the glass aside, however, he looked down at his lap, his facade falling. He hated to be childish or vulnerable around Perceval, but there just got to be a point where it was all too much. Still, niceties first, and another forced smile, though this one less believable. "I hope you are well...?"
“I was better before Donavan arrived.” Perceval huffed, then sipped his champagne slowly, looking over Faustino. He looked thoroughly distraught, and Perceval sighed, his expression softening slightly. Donavan’s disgusting little toys were ruining his party, but at least he didn’t have to deal with Donavan’s antics on a daily bases—at least the creatures Donavan took to bed were of no real consequence to him. Poor Faustino. So young. So damaged… But he was intriguing—his situation almost reminded Perceval of Algernon. “I’m sure he just thinks it’s funny, or something.” Perceval pouted, indicating with an incline of his head that he was referring to Donavan and the three women, who, thankfully, Donavan was now sending off into the crowd. If their presence had upset Algernon, too, Perceval would have been fuming. “He doesn’t realize how improper—how hurtful—he always is.” Perceval tossed his hair back over his shoulder and looked away. He wanted to comfort Faustino, but he certainly didn’t want his words to come off that way for he knew he shouldn’t concern himself with the problems of a twelve-year-old, and certainly not with his cousin’s issues. However, his bond with Faustino was such that Perceval could relate…and felt he should try his best to be nice whenever possible.
"Yeah... I know..." Faustino replied ruefully, taking another sip of champagne and trying not to make a face. "It's just..." he sighed, doing his best to fight to stay proper, to fight back the tears. He was a grownup, damnit, he was an adult, not some kid. "It's only... He says he loves me, and then he..." Faustino cut off, staring pointedly at his lap to keep the tears at bay. "I just... I hate it, sometimes, and I don't know what to do..." He bit his lip, looking up at Perceval, hope, almost, in his eyes. "If I may ask... I mean... what do you do when something like this happens...? Because... it's just... it's so hard..." He swallowed, he wouldn't cry, but he fell silent, hoping he could recover before he needed to respond.
“What do I do?” Perceval asked, blinking, turning back to Faustino and feigning surprise. “Algernon would never put me through what Donavan makes you suffer.” Perceval explained pointedly. “I have my suspicions, but I truly believe in Algernon.” His voice was a little tight; there were times when it was harder to believe Algernon was entirely truthful about his activities, especially when it came to Donavan… “I trust him when he assures me I’m the only one he loves. If you believe Donavan, then you just have to…you must ignore it.” Perceval said firmly, glaring at Donavan and Algernon somewhat accusingly as they began slowly moving to the far end of the ballroom.
Faustino nodded solemnly, looking at his hands around his champagne glass for a moment before turning back to Perceval with a weak smile. "Of course, you've been with the Commandant so long... it must get better, right?" he asked hopefully, though trying not to seem too naive. "I do believe Donavan... it's just... so hard, sometimes." He laughed wryly, humourlessly, taking another sip of his drink. "I love him with all of my heart, and so I don't complain... but it's just so hard, sometimes." He sighed, gazing out into the ballroom. In the end, Perceval was right-- he always was, being so much older and having been in a relationship so much longer-- he just had to trust Donavan, and know that, no matter what filth he brought to bed, he would always come back to Faustino in the end. "At least it's all girls... It shouldn't, but it makes me feel a little bit better," Faustino added, a little more lightly. "And at least Dragomir's dead now..." He shrugged, taking another drink. There was a good thing about alcohol... it always helped him forget his worries.
“Yes, well,” Perceval grimaced, stiffening, “that is the reason for this party.” He took a sip of his champagne and glared at Algernon once again bitterly. “Let me assure you, Faustino,” Perceval said coldly after a moment, his voice tight and low, “once Algernon’s finally ready to part with that Christian, the party will be much more extravagant.” Perceval sighed and leaned back, turning finally to look at Faustino; there were times he just had to let go and hope for the best. He couldn’t keep staring at them, after all—it was quite improper. “Algernon’s never been with a woman.” Perceval said it proudly, as though it were just one of the many superior qualities Algernon possessed and Donavan did not. Although…it was interesting to think that the gender of Donavan’s playthings made Faustino feel better… Perceval looked down into his glass and swiveled the liquid around slightly, breathing in the aroma of the finest champagne in the country. “When Algernon and I first met, it was much more difficult for me.” Perceval confided. “Now it’s…it’s not so much but…it’s worse. At least then, I could understand why he did it…” Perceval looked back at Faustino and wished he could say that yes, it does get easier, but unfortunately, that wasn’t quite his experience.
"I'm sure we'll be here, whenever the time comes," Faustino replied disinterestedly, following Perceval's gaze to where Donavan had placed a hand on the Commandant's shoulder. Watching the two of them made Faustino possibly even angrier than the girls... but he knew he just had to let go, because there was nothing and there never would be anything that he could do about anything Donavan did with anyone else. Sighing, he looked back to Perceval, raising his eyebrows. "Really? Never?" Though, he supposed, it didn't really surprise him... whenever he had been around, the Commandant had done his best to stay away from anyone of the opposite gender. "I don't know... I guess it makes me feel less like... like I'm not good enough, or something. If it's just girls, then... I can tell myself that it's not that he doesn't love me, he just wants something different sometimes... I don't know." Faustino blushed a little at his own stupidity, taking another sip of his drink to hide it.
At Perceval's next statement, Faustino had the burning desire to ask why, why did he do it, but he held his tongue, nodding instead. "I... I'm sorry," he offered lamely, sighing again and fingering the stem of his champagne glass. "I never understand why he does it. I'm always with him, I'm always willing to do whatever he wants me to do, because I love him... but I guess it just isn't enough. I don't know." Looking at Perceval, he offered a half-smile. "At least the Commandant married you. He changed the laws for you. Donavan'd never..." he trailed, sighing wistfully and staring at his reflection in his champagne glass. He tried not to think about it, but he knew he'd give anything just for that one joy, and he knew he'd never get it.
“Yes, that’s true!” Perceval bubbled—never mind that it obviously hurt Faustino to think about it. “Algernon is the most wonderful person I know. He does so much for me—it may sound silly, but it’s true—he really has made all of my dreams come true!” He smiled and took a sip of his champagne happily. “I really should never complain. But like you said… the fact that he needs things, other than what I can give him… I just wish I could be enough.”
Faustino gloomed slightly, sighing into his champagne. He always felt bitter when the Queen raved about how wonderful the Commandant was... because Faustino found he really had no response. Nothing Donavan did for him could ever compare to the magnificent wonder that was "Algernon," no matter how Faustino phrased it. When he was a child, Faustino had responded to remarks like those with threats of violence, or else tried to defend Donavan, but in the end, it never worked. And now he was an adult, and he couldn't act that way anymore. With another sigh, he shook his head. "It doesn't really matter, I guess, in the end. I'll stay by Donavan's side, no matter whatever... whoever else he does."
“Sorry to have kept you waiting, baby.” Donavan said coolly, taking a seat next to Faustino and putting an arm over his shoulder. He chuckled slightly when Perceval sprung to his feet, a look of disgust on his features. “This is really good stuff, Perceval.” Donavan grinned, lifting his glass to his cousin before draining it.
“Yes, I try.” Perceval replied through pursed lips before turning away from the two and smiling up at Algernon, pressing himself into his arms. “What were you two discussing?”
"Donavan," Faustino replied, instantly smiling brightly and pressing a chaste kiss to Donavan's cheek. Drawing back and making a show of yawning, he put his head on Donavan's shoulder. "Can we go home soon? I'm really getting sleepy..." After all these years of wanting Donavan to himself, he had developed quite a few methods he found effective. "I don't wanna fall asleep on the car ride back or anything..." He hoped Donavan would get the implication, would take the bait... then, at least, he'd have Donavan to himself for the rest of tonight.
Algernon, meanwhile, smiled charmingly at Perceval. "Nothing, dearest. Petty matters, that's all. Nothing you should worry your pretty head about." He pressed a kiss to the top of Perceval's head, drawing him closer. "Say goodbye to your cousin, now. I need you to myself for the rest of the night, all right?" It really was a shame that Donavan hadn't been able to track down those women... but, in the end, Algernon wasn't worried, and what better way to cheer himself up than with Perceval?
“Oh, all right.” Donavan nodded, setting his glass aside and turning to Faustino. “Of course we can go.” He grinned, then pressed a kiss to Faustino’s lips roughly. “I’d hate for you to fall asleep now…It’s still so early.” Donavan murmured smoothly as he pulled back, just barely.
“Do you mind?” Perceval snapped at the two of them. He didn’t really care what they did—he just didn’t want to see it—ever. He took sharp breath and turned quickly back to Algernon, making his face into one of prefect serenity and expectance. “Good bye, Donavan.” Perceval breathed, not really to Donavan, but only in order to comply with Algernon’s wishes. Then sighed, “You can have me for as long as you’d like.”
The ballroom was empty now, save for the two of them, and the only sound that could be heard was Perceval's uneven breathing. Algernon glanced around the room, running a hand down Perceval's heaving chest as he admired the cut-glass and diamond decorations still in place from the party earlier in the evening. They really were perfect... though not as perfect as his own prized possession, he thought to himself with a smirk, pressing a kiss to Perceval's throat, listening to him gasp and pant. When he had undressed Perceval much earlier, he had left on all of his jewelry, and it now glimmered like stars in the dim light, making Perceval seem almost more beautiful than he was, if possible, and there was something Algernon liked about the jewels contrasting with the dark red marks now scattered about Perceval's pale body. Smirking to himself again, he climbed back on top of Perceval, pressing a kiss to his ear as he heard the grande piano creak beneath them. "Don't tell me you're too tired already, Percy... It's only been twice, and you promised me as long as I liked." He licked along Perceval's jawline, coming to his lips, where he placed another kiss. "I'm not through with you yet, you know."
“Keep—keep going—!” Perceval gasped, shuddering with delight and anticipation as he felt Algernon’s weight on top of him once again. He managed to open his eyes a quarter of the way and looked up into Algernon’s, smiling weakly as he struggled to catch his breath. Perceval’s heart was beating so fast, and he felt like he was burning—he wanted Algernon so badly! He couldn’t think beyond the pleasure, couldn’t control himself any longer, and his body arched up against Algernon’s desperately. He was exhausted and already beginning to ache, but he longed for more—needed more—and he had indeed promised Algernon as much as he liked.
"Well!" Algernon remarked with a pleased smirk, drawing back slightly. "Aren't we eager! You're not tired, after all, are you?" Running his hands up and down Perceval's body, he found his nipples, teasing them to watch Perceval squirm. "What a little slut. You really want it that bad? I want to hear you beg for it, then." Trailing one hand lower, he slid two fingers inside of Perceval, chuckling to himself as he leaned in, nipping at Perceval's lips enough to draw blood. After a moment, he murmured, "Even after going twice, you're still so tight... you're sucking me in. You like that, hmm, Percy?" Smirking against Perceval's lips, he pressed his fingers further, knowing just what spot would get him the best reaction. "Do you like it, my fingers inside you? Let me know if you want more... I'm waiting on you." Smiling wickedly, he traced a single finger along Perceval's new erection, just to add to the tease.
Algernon’s flavor mixed with his own blood, and the contrast the pain provided only heightened the pleasure Perceval felt at having Algernon’s fingers inside of him. Algernon’s voice…the way he spoke and the words he used…Perceval loved it, and it sent chills throughout his entire body as he flushed and squirmed against Algernon, only to cry out in response to Algernon’s well-placed touches. “Yes—” Perceval gasped, rocking his hips up against Algernon’s hand as he tried to recapture the exquisite feeling once again. “Yes, please, Algernon—” He tightened his hold on Algernon’s shoulders slightly and opened his eyes once again for as long as he could, looking up at Algernon beseechingly. “More…” Perceval breathed unevenly, squeezing his eyes shut once again and gasping as Algernon touched him, whimpering softly with want.
"Good... good," Algernon murmured, kissing Perceval's lips again before drawing back, withdrawing his hand. Grasping Perceval's thighs, he bent him back roughly with a smirk, hesitating a moment to enjoy the sight before slowly pressing inside him, watching Perceval's face, such a wonderful shade of red, his eyes squeezed shut with pleasure. "Is that good, Percy?" he asked softly, leaning in to nip at Perceval's neck and effectively bending him in half. "You must--" he emphasized the statement as pressed fully inside, ceasing movement for a moment and smirking wickedly, "--let me know."
“N-no,” Perceval whined, “Don’t—don’t stop!” He thrust up against Algernon desperately, his nails digging in to Algernon’s back slightly as he strained to get closer to him. “It’s…” Perceval gasped, “So good—! Please…” He rolled his hips forward once again, flexing and releasing his muscles as best as he could to make it as good for Algernon as possible…so that Algernon would be willing to indulge him—he needed him so badly, desperately, and after two times already just this evening, Perceval just didn’t think he could take any teasing now.
"Well," Algernon replied with a throaty chuckle, drawing back slightly, "Since you've said 'please'..." Pulling almost all the way out, he suddenly slammed back into Perceval, biting his lip at the sensation and squeezing his eyes shut for a moment at the pleasurable feeling. Beginning to speed up but continuing his merciless thrusts, he ran his hand along Perceval's erection again, lightly, insubstantially, still teasing. Algernon couldn't help it, it was just too good to tease Perceval. "I want to know how you're feeling, Percy," he demanded, his fingers dancing along Perceval's member before giving it a sudden sharp tug. "I want to hear you, I want to know you want it."
“Algernon—!” Perceval cried out sharply, gasping as Algernon thrust deeper and deeper inside of him and the pleasure began to overwhelm him more and more. “It’s—it’s so good—!” He cried out again, writhing at Algernon’s touches and straining for something more substantial. All the teasing—he couldn’t take it! He was so close already, he just had to feel Algernon against him, and he craved a more substantial touch— anything! “Oh please—Algernon…” Perceval whined, fighting to open his eyes once more, only to close them again and let out another cry as the sensations began to push him further out of control.
Pleased, Algernon continued to quicken his pace, nipping at Perceval's neck as he touched him in earnest, stroking in time with his thrusts. "You like it that much, hmm?" he murmured huskily against Perceval's skin. Perceval's loud cries echoed in the high-ceilinged room, and it gave Algernon a rush just to know he was the one driving him to make such noise. "Just think of what your subjects would think of you, if they heard you, saw you like this," he prompted with a dark smile. "How does that make you feel, Percy?" He thrust in particularly hard, hissing softly at the sensation. "Let me know, I want to hear you scream."
Perceval let out a little yelp of pleasure at the sharp movement, gasping at the immensely pleasurable sensation of having Algernon inside him—of being so close to the perfection that was Algernon. He didn’t want to think or feel anything but Algernon, but the hypothetical question brought Perceval a little out of his daze and he suddenly became very self-conscious and quickly brought his hand to his mouth, biting down on his fingers to keep form making any more loud noises. A thick blush was heating his face, and Perceval let out a small whimper of embarrassment around his hand as he imagined the room how it had been hours before—filled with everyone of any consequence whatsoever.
"Come now, Percy," Algernon murmured, suddenly slowing, drawing almost all the way out. "Don't hold out on me... if you don't let me know what you like, what am I to do?" Digging his nails into Perceval's thighs, he smirked, leaning in close and enjoying the way Perceval bent so easily. "Don't hold back..." Excruciatingly slowly, he began to ease back in, smiling wickedly the whole time. "Tell me what you want, show me that you want it."
At Algernon’s change in pace, Perceval opened his eyes once more and looked up pathetically into Algernon’s, perfectly prepared to beg. Then as Algernon began to move at a torturously slow speed, Perceval squeezed his eyes shut and unconsciously let his hand fall from his mouth to cry out once again in desperation, gasping. “Algernon,” Perceval chocked. “You have to—you can’t—don’t just stop—!” He breathed haltingly, balling his hands into fists against Algernon’s back and trying to pull closer as he let out another strangled cry. “Oh, please—faster!”
"As you wish," Algernon replied, pleased. Kissing Perceval briefly, he began to speed up, adjusting the angle of his thrusts, hoping to see Perceval overwhelmed with pleasure. "You know I love to please you." He bit at Perceval's neck, drawing blood, before sucking the spot, continuing to speed up his thrusts. "Let me hear it," he murmured thickly, "I want to hear your pleasure."
Perceval felt a wave of pure ecstasy surge through him and he took in a sharp breath of air as he felt Algernon’s mouth on his neck. The pain of the bite and then the soothing feel of Algernon’s mouth against it, coupled with the new angle, the speed—it was all perfect, and entirely too much for Perceval to take any longer. He didn’t want it to stop…didn’t want to lose the exquisite sensation…but there was nothing he could do. It was just so good that he couldn’t hold on any longer and he came, crying out Algernon’s name, all reservations and embarrassment lost in the rapture of the perfect instant.
Pleased, Algernon listened to Perceva's final cry before thrusting hard one last time, coming deep inside Perceval's body. He let his eyes fall shut as he dropped down on top of Perceval, catching his breath and allowing his vision to clear, content in achieving his prize, in Perceval's utter loss of control. After a moment, he pulled himself together, lifting his head from Perceval's heaving chest to lick along the line of his neck, cleaning away the last few droplets of blood beaded there. "Was that good, Percy?" he murmured, placing a kiss on his jaw, then another just below his ear.
Perceval didn’t want to open his eyes, didn’t want to let go of the sensation of pleasure that still seemed to pulse through him. He didn’t want Algernon to move, and he drew in a quick breath as Algernon’s mouth moved across his neck. Perceval nodded in response to the question and sighed happily, relaxing his hold on Algernon but not quite letting go. “Yes…” Perceval murmured, slowly opening his eyes just enough to peer at Algernon through his lashes contentedly. “It was amazing…”
Algernon placed another kiss on Perceval's ear, laying back against him and listening to his heart race. He didn't want to move... he was too comfortable... but, he knew, the piano was hardly a place to spend the night, and Perceval would certainly not be happy with it. Slowly, he slid off of Perceval, off of the piano, before gathering him into his arms, kissing him softly. "Come, Percy, love... it's time for bed."
Perceval nodded vaguely in agreement, going near-limp in Algernon’s arms, happy to still be so close and relieved that he wouldn’t have to walk. As wonderful it had been, the piano certainly wouldn’t have been tolerable for much longer, cold and hard as it was, and the warmth and comfort of their bed would be a welcome change. Though, as Perceval nuzzled closer to Algernon, he became distinctly aware that neither of them was yet decent, and a thick blush spread across his face. “Algernon,” Perceval giggled nervously in embarrassment, “I’m—I’m not dressed…”
Algernon smirked but didn't let go, holding Perceval close to his chest. "You know no one's around at this time of night, Percy," he replied softly, beginning to walk towards the end of the ballroom, a door which led towards the living areas of the palace. "And we live here. There's nothing wrong with it." Chuckling, he made a point of looking down over the body in his arms before continuing. "No one will see you but me."
Perceval blushed an even brighter shade of red and squirmed slightly in Algernon’s arms. “All the same—!” He began, though he knew it would change nothing, “Anyone could—And! Please, Algernon, don’t look! I’m—!” Perceval didn’t quite know what to say he was, so he squirmed again, pressing his face against Algernon’s chest and trying desperately not to think about how disheveled…and naked…he really was.
"Hush, Percy... if you make so much noise, someone just might hear," Algernon replied softly, pressing his lips against Perceval's ear. "Would you like me to put you down? I'd hate to keep you from getting dressed if you so desire it... I just wanted to keep you close..." It was passive-aggressive, but since when did Algernon care? His sole concern was keeping Perceval's beautiful, warm body as close as possibly for as long as possible.
“No, please don’t let go of me,” Perceval said quickly, keeping his voice down and wrapping his arms securely around Algernon’s neck just in case. “I’m sorry, just…just as long as we remember to get the clothes in the morning before the servants find them…” He smiled sheepishly up at Algernon, remembering how Algernon brought the thoughts of others concerning their escapades to his attention earlier that evening and not wanting to draw any extra attention to their actions if possible.
"Anything to make you happy," Algernon replied with a soft smile, kissing Perceval again. "Now hush, Percy. It's time for bed."