Lip Service

Lip service
“There must be a way to get around without sneaking past the guards.” Vaan was pulled back from the throne room for the fourth time. The young man was getting tired of being brought back to the cellar over and over. These Imperials must be new to the city and to service in Rabanastre. They were too sharp and classy and seemed endlessly professional as they dragged him back to the cellar over and over. They didn't call him peasant or slave. They didn't poke at him with spears and smack him on the head. Their eyes said all this without a single word.
Vaan had snuck into the palace pretending he was one of the palace servants and now was trying to find a secret passageway to the treasure trove. The Cellarmaster dusted off his hands looking harried. He then turned to Vaan. "You. Come here! Now!"
"Uh." Vaan gasped. Had Vaan been discovered? Maybe they didn't recognize him and knew he was an impostor.
The man motioned him over, not looking like he was aware of anything past his own nose "We need someone to take out the Lord Consul his Serpent musk Wine. He is getting drunk."
"I'll do it." Vaan said. “I'm not doing anything.
"Thats a good boy." He slapped him on the back and sent him to get the wine on the golden platter with the finest of the goblet. The Cellarmaster returned to his overseeing duties. That was certainly too close for Vaan's comfort.
The head steward of the palace approached the cellarmaster. "He get his wine yet?"
"The boy is coming out with it. Just now."
"The dining is over. Migelo came through for us, now we just need to watch the entertainment and we have to find companionship for the Consul after the fete." He said
"Aye I don't want these my nice palace girls to get in any scrapes. Do you know any ladies of the night?"
Vaan perked his ear carrying the tray. "What were those again?" Vaan couldn't recognize the term.
"Negotiable virtue." He said.
"Huh?" He said those words were to fancy for him.
"How old are you boy?" they looked at him incredulously as if he was from another planet.
Vaan puffed out his chest. "I'm 17."
"Never you mind, get the man out his wine. This is man's talk."
"There are the few in Lowtown." the Steward of the Palace said "Not so pretty."
"I don't think Lord Vayne can see straight now." The Cellarmaster laughed as he helped some of the lads heft up another cask. “These Imperials are big drinkers.”
The servants had learned from the Imperial servants that Vayne, while generally even tempered could misbehave after a few drinks. It was best to distract him and lure him out of the room. After a few distasteful acts, he would Esuna himself and appear fresh and clean.
His favorite lure was hot flesh. It was best if the lure were someone unimportant, rather then one of the Imperial nobles or royals, or even Lord Larsa. The kind of person no one would miss and one who could not raise their voice. There was no thing as consent to a consul. The son of an emperor could go his entire life without asking for anything if he played his triad right..

Vaan arrived into the dining hall and was assailed with the glamor and life of the place. The fete was a spectacle for the eyes, let alone the things that the smell of such wonderful food did to his stomach. The blue and red and black banners reached to the ceilings and the tops of the Galtaean cathedral ceilings. Scars of garish color surrounded him. The Imperial sensibility was far darker they the blues and greens of the old palace design. There were white flowers on the tables.
Vaan noticed Migelo deep in his cups on one end of the table. The old bangaa had ran afoul of the Consul for some reason. Perhaps it was the creatures forced politeness and civility got under the mans nerves. Migelo was a stuffy old man and never had a rel word about anyone. Vaan would call that sort a suck up. Now Vayne was committed to drink with him until he called him by name. And Vayne was drinking under the table, though none of them were to healthy from it.
Migelo's head scarf had collapsed and he had one ear flopped over his neck as they laughed. Vayne was wearing a discarded turban.
"Ma Laird. I don't think I had such a fine posset in days..." Migelo slurred
"Please its Vayne. And you have not please continue drinking." Vayne pat him on the shoulder.
"Vaaaay-" Migelo sounded out "I don't know."
"Give to this fine gentleman more drink steward." Vayne cried.
"Pah." The bangaa barked at him. "I don't think I can can get any... drunker. Laird. Shabby name anyway."
"Come on now. I promised you that you wouldn't get away with it."
"Paaaah." Migelo practically spat at him. “I don't feel like to say your name now.”
The lord laughed in his face as his breath was rancid with drink. “Then you'll keep drinking till I drown your brains.”
Migelo out of his wits and unable to defy the new consul tilted back another drink.
"I guess bangaa can't help being rude." Vayne smiled with a loud exclamation. The whole dining hall erupted with laughing imperials.
Migelo passed out.
“Is he okay?” One of the nobles asked.
“I don't really care.” Vayne said as the bangaa was carried away “Drop him outside the palace gates.”
Seeing Migelo disgraced like this boiled his temper. Migelo may be sober and boring, and straight laced, but no one had the right to put him on spectacle. He wasn't a bad sort of bangaa. And to be thrown out of the fete because of this was shameful/
Vaan smirked to himself and decided that Vayne wasn't the only one who could make sport of someone.
"For you sire." He bowed low.
"Thank you." Vayne said off handed, not looking at the boy.
Vaan spilled the whole drink in his lap. The consul gasped. The boy gave a vicious grin hidden by an insincere look of surprise.
"You know us Dalmascans shouldn't be around liquor. No manners. Can't help being rude"
The nobleman were in an uproar. Cursing the boy and threatening him various other loud reactions.
He lifted one hand "It is a trifle.” He silenced them all “There is no offense you can commit upon me of any note." He said so sharp and confident withering Vaan's sense of rebellion. "Do you need help cleaning this mess?"
"No sir." Vaan tried to avoid his black gaze and his sharp smirkless lips. But when they were trained upon you it made it even worse. He crawled to the floor knowing he had been an idiot.
Vaan wiped it up and remained their hoping Vayne would forget what he had done.
The nobles were quieted for seconds. A few of them thought Vayne soft and decorous, too noble to be swayed with conceits. Vayne had his compassionate side after all. Others who knew the Consul well knew his appetites were darker then that on some occasions. From the looks Vayne gave the boy at his feet, they knew these appetites would win out tonight. No one would miss a Dalmascan boy, and it just as well they get out of Vayne's way, lest they upset the Emperor.
Vayne's eyes focused on the boy. Tan skin, mostly bare and tawny white blond hair, and green eyes. It was that soft cheek and young face that entranced him. The Dalmascan was wearing nothing on his body, still muscular and fit in abject privation. Even a little soft, especially his pouty lips. Producing a figure that was vital and strong. So many of the Dalmascans were thin, weak and broken, refusing even to have their health
Vaan stood up from his cleaning. The boy carried the drink in awkwardly, with the dregs in it for the Consul to drink. He said nothing unable to look in his dark eyes. They seemed to dark.
The Lord Consul smiled at him, and he touched Vaan's hand as he handed him the drink "You'll do indeed."
"Boy come with me. I do believe I need some air." He pointed at the boy.
He looked nervous "Me?" The boys light eyes grew in shock. “But I ...”
Vayne looked at him warmly “You did nothing wrong. What have you to fear?”
“I have to...”
“I could use some help to my room. This palace is still new to me.”
Vaan panicked it seemed. The place was even newer to him.
"This is my first day in the Fete, and I hunger for some companionship." Vayne grasped the hand holding the wine goblet.
"Do you need someone to help you throw up?" the boy asked shyly.
"Something like that." Vayne smiled. He had his eyes on Vaan's hands, having eyes for nothing else except the boy. Vayne shamelessly inspected every wrinkle on his palm and every vein in his finger. It was a wonder he didn't bring down his lips to kiss it.
Vaan's eyes furtively looked back and forth "O-ok." He stammered.
"Well then I better put my arm around your shoulder so I will not fall. He gripped one hand on Vaan's shoulder. "We must hurry and get back to the party."
"It's a lot of fun." Vaan said blandly, trying to go with the flow.
"God I hate these things." The Imperial consul practically laughed in Vaan's ear. “I don't think you even know the meaning of the word. Vaan looked troubled, as the Consul hooked an elbow about his neck, but was even more puzzled when the Man grabbed his opposite hip forcing him to face him. Vaan shrugged him off.

*****
Vayne had been born different from all his brothers. From his earliest days, he would sit alone at the party, watching while his glamorous pretty brothers wooed the pretty ladies and laughed hard. It would have been enjoyable if he was allowed to only watch and disappear into the background. What sort of man sat in the corner of a party like a lump? Timidity and silence were no virtues, even for the lowest most dubious prince in the kingdom. A prince must be proud, dashing and gay. The center of attention. What are you doing Vayne? Why don't you talk to the girls Vayne? What an awkward thing you are Vayne? And that was from his mother, anyone he endeavored to engage was far more painful learned from these girls that anything could be used as a weapon. A comment about his ears or nose. A foolish sounding chortle, a time one tripped in the hall. They would not forgive or leave him to himself. For several years of his young life girls would surround him laughing their cruel laughs.
He did not enjoy his parties.
In the midst of the attention, he needed release and control. Sometimes it had even been a girl, done some objectionable violence unworthy of him. A black eye, a cauliflower ear, a bite mark. Aggressive and brutish. The girl would never speak of it. He hurt her to make up for all those gay beauties laughing at his expense, at his lack of confidence, his awkward gait, anything at all that was different. He could because not only was he the emperor's son, but because he was stronger and more powerful then they were.
Then came the boys. That was indeed a terrible shock, like the smell after lightning struck. But it made things easier. Boys were stronger. And more of a challenge.
It was the same at first he would lure the person away with a kind word. At first it was the same deal. Violence, aggression, shame.
There was a preening noble named Fiore, whose father came to pay his respects to Emperor Gramis, a boy of sixteen when Vayne was nineteen. A pretty poppet, delicate and elegant with the worst of all vices,a waspish tongue. Long blond hair, soft white skin and big sweet eyes the color of serpent skin could not soak up the hateful and spiteful humor. The boy never raised his voice or spoke profanity, but spoke with such sarcasm and low meaning that Vayne could not bear his company. This deceitful creature frequently used such speech against him, his social better. This wretch gave him nicknames, and mocked his sober and serious nature, saying it nothing but affectation. When Vayne would be away, he would see Fiore mocking him.
Vayne could not quit the awful boy and every day for a 4 day fete his father forced them to share company. His father said it was for diplomatic reasons. Vayne knew it was vindictive. It was all a trial for the Emperor to test the extent of his patience. His father knew this boy was the most hateful of all companions. To make young Vayne tough against such indignity. Vayne pushed himself physically with no complaints. So the Emperor broke him by forcing him to become ruthless and hypocritical as he was strong and brave.
Then one day it happened. In the corner of the fete hall away from the gaiety, a darkened hall. It began with a snide insincere apology, which escalated to heated blows. Soon the two boys brawled, still honorable as they wrestled each other in some corner of the place.
They rolled about beating each other. The younger lighter boy had almost won, pinning Vayne to the floor.
"Yield to me you bastard!" Fiore tried to step on his chest.
"Never" Vayne grunted. “You foul...” he grunted.
"I'm no slave girl you can slap around." He hissed in like a viper, spittle landing in Vayne's opened eye.
Vayne growled and saw blood. The anger and frustration shook his limbs. He leapt up and in a motion was upon his victim. He forced Lord Fiore against the wall.
Clothing torn and offended Fiore snarled like a beast. “Fuck you.”
“FUCK YOU!” Vayne yelled so hard his face hurt.
Still against the wall the young Solidor Prince couldn't stop himself he was drunk and desperate and the teasing had unleashed a beast in him. They were loud, both screaming till the halls rang. They were both so hard and their passions engulfed them too swiftly.
Soon he forced his lips Against Prince Fiore's until their lips were blood red. His mouth touched his skin right at the neck and he gripped hard. He squeezed the boy tight. The boy squirmed and struggled, too spent to scream. The jerking continued until all was deathly still. Vayne was terrified that he had strangled his rival, but Fiore was merely overwhelmed with pleasure flushed in the skin and let out the faintest softest sigh.
They locked onto each other's eyes only to stop to kiss . It was so fierce, Vayne didn't let the creature down off the wall, rutting with him right there over his knee under the pilaster with a leaf carved in it. It was intense and sharp pleasure with biting clawing and licking the wounds he made on pale skin. All feral noises by muffled by pants and moans, each of them shivering like frightened children as they did motions so familiar to them somehow. As if they couldn't believe it was happening.
He left, Fiore sat against the floor curled up to the wall with his knees to his chest. Vayne did up his pants smirking. Looking at the red bas-relief of a ivy plant pressed into the other boys back, like a brand.
This is what it took to silence Fiore. From then on, the boy did not speak ill of him, and his address was honest and respectful. Even though he had earned Fiore's deference Vayne's vengeance against the foolish noble was still unborn. Vayne would stalk him in the palace, cut off his sarcasm with dark threatening looks. The bright gay lad was soon haunted and bullied, losing all popularity and standing he had among his fellows. Vayne relished the Prince's fall, watching his hateful tongue dry up. When no one was looking, he would man handle the creature in the alley in the stables, in the restroom of the bailey where they trained with swords. Fiore would never refuse him.
It gave him confidence to destroy someone who had caused him such pain. He could deal with the taunting and the teasing of the others. Because he imagined only what he would do to them and plan ahead for it. That confidence gained the upper hand in all his dealings. Unlike Fiore, Vayne never shamed his lips with the bitter sharp words like his previous tormentor, but his own brand of smooth civil communication. There was nothing worse then a foul mouth. Lord Fiore learned that
The physical dominance bloomed into something else for the two of them. Lord Fiore became meek and adoring of him, completely dominated by him. No longer did Vayne wish to beat his quarry, but change their minds and convince him of his desires, through pain and pleasure. It gave him the power to maintain order and defeat his enemies. Fiore was sick with love for him. He cut off their distasteful assignation and moved on. The young noble never could and became quite eccentric and a recluse somewhere in the wilderness, but Vayne had learned much from him.
It all lead to this pale haired Dalmascan serving boy, mincing about next to him, eyes wandering down the hall.
*****

Vaan shivered. Calm down Vaan. You need to get to the Lion. This palace is bursting with goodies and if you play your cards right you'll never have to work again. Maybe even get your ship. Just follow behind him wait till he passes out.
They entered the large bedchamber once of Raminas. Vaan felt his legs turn into rubber yet he managed into the room. The bed was as large as his whole room that he and Reks shared in Lowtown, if his eyes served him right. He touched it to test it somehow never seeing a bed like this. It was softer then it looked. He mashed his hand on the silken quilts surface.
Vayne sat down as Vaan stood meekly. The Imperial Consul spoke to him from his seat "There is something soft for you to wear if you wish to take off your clothes."
"I think I'm okay." the boy said nervously, yet sure of that sentiment, he wasn't about to take off his clothes.
"The Dalmascan men showing off their slim bodies.. It was unfair. Like throwing meat before a westersand wolf." Vayne muttered to himself. Vaan had little idea what he was saying. Why was it necessary for Vayne to dress him now? And what did the Consul need with him? They had made a tour of the gardens, the throne room and now his private bedchamber and still he was not dismissed.
"What is your name? Boy" The seated man asked. Taking off his gauntlet.
"Vaan. But they call me Rat's bane." Vaan could barely meet his eyes keeping his head down. The guy was so strong, and confident. He didn't care. He didn't care what he had to say and that made him ashamed and angry. Vaan wanted to leave badly, but that would make Vayne angry as well to leave without permission.
"Vaan. Do you work in the palace or you one of the hired boys from Lowtown sent by Ilgam?" Vayne asked.
"Uh yes?" Vaan stammered. It was easier then coming up with a lie. Neither one being true. He might as well be whomever Vayne thought he was. Instead of questioning further Vayne opened the window from his seat.
"I don't know what recompense you will receive from your employer. But I can assure you generosity to my friends is one of my virtues, my detractors call it my single fault."
"Happy to help... I guess." Vaan scratched the back of his neck.
Vayne stood up. It felt like he towered over him. Vaan turned to face the prowling imperial. He had little idea what was going on, and he couldn't let Vayne get the jump on him.
"Sit down." Vayne motioned to his seat.
Vaan practically fell in the chair as his knees no longer functioned. The boy needed to know something, he couldn't just sit here all night with the guy staring at him making fun of his clothes. "Lor..."
Lord Vayne touched his lips. His look was hot and melting and somewhat more tender then before.
"You call me Vayne." He said in full command of his universe.
Vaan looked at him. What have I got myself into, was this some sort of..."Vayne." Vaan said this as Vayne paced about him lazily. Did Vayne wish some other kind of companionship?
"I can't abide by formality." He put his hands on his shoulders rubbing them lazily. Vaan's shoulders completely tensed on contact as if someone cast petrify on him. Vayne cooed at him warmly then lowered his head, giving Vaan's soft skin a sniff. He nuzzled Vaan's cheek.
Vaan jerked "My lord." and spun around to face him.This was a pick up. Lord Vayne wanted to woo him. Vaan could have fallen off his chair. “You want... me.”
"Enough of that." Vayne cut off any questions with a glare, though his voice was still soft.
"Lord...." He tried to cut off. Vayne didn't like people calling him lord, “I mean Vayne... Please." Vaan was confused "I don't think we should do this."
"You don't-" Vayne grasped his chin. The older man smiled appreciatively and put his hand on Van's body sly and slow.
"We shouldn't. I'll just go." Van squirmed through an opening and bolted for the door. Wherever it was. The drapery in the chamber concealed the back door and Vayne was ahead of him blocking the exit.
"I am an imperial consul, young man.” He said “That is no reason to be afraid. Quite the opposite.” He said “I can give you more then you have dreamed of." He purred "I will give you a house. The king had one for his mistress, and I'm not using it."
"A house?" Vaan exclaimed. “You are crazy.”He shook his head.
"Crystals, magic, licences. All at your disposal." Vayne whispered in his ear from over his shoulder. Vayne drew one arm over his belly.
"You'd give me things for... making nice?" Vaan looked at him incredulously. “You shouldn't have to.”
"Its all for my pleasure boy." He drew his hand across his chest. "I want to please you first. So that..." he smiled "I can count on your performance tonight." Vayne said "Everyone deserves a little happiness of some form or another. And I can not think of a way to show such esteem."
He is a really just a normal guy, even if he is weird. Maybe he just wants Dalmascans to be happy. Maybe he's just lonely ... And maybe you are as naive as Penelo.

"I just..."
"Stay with me." Vayne said a husky timber to his voice. Both arms wrapped around him
Vaan's mind whirled. He could have free run of the palace with Vayne's permission. And he could find the way to the treasury. Its not like he would make his life any easier acting up now, he was as good as dead if they knew what he was up to. As for the strangeness, Vaan was no saint. He couldn't pretend that he was better then this. He was a thief and at least this was some straight commerce. For services rendered. Though Vayne must have thought him more skilled then he really was. It seemed a foolish thing to do to waste money on an inexperienced person.
"I don't know what you think I can do," Vaan said "but I can try it." His face was red.
"You're dear. I think you will enjoy it." Vayne grasped his shoulder. His embrace complete. “Remember what every I do tonight you said yes to it.”
“Yeah. I won't tell.”
Vaan almost lost his head there. The man's hands were strong and in control. The touching was so intimate making him feel small and vulnerable. His breath picked up as Vayne stroked his face softly. He turned his head up to face Vayne when a Judge's armor caught his eye. The eyeless fiendish looking mask aver their helm. Vaan panicked and disengaged. He pushed him away a bit.
"What is it now?" Vayne asked exasperated. Looking in Vaan's eyes
"They are watching us." Vaan said.
Vayne shook his head, "That is their duty to watch."
"Send everyone away." Vaan said looking at the guards.
"That is not going to happen." He said "They are here for protection." Vayne said “I'm not going to hurt you. I'm trying to be nice... stop being difficult young man.”
"No way.” Vaan backed up to the wall “That's sick. Let me out of here." Vaan's face screwed up in disgust "You are a creep."
"I'm a creep?" The man smiled. Such a silly immature and vernacular protest bemused him and made the man chuckle.

He would not be satisfied by just taking the boy. An emperor could have sex anytime he wanted. He could murder, maim and torture at will. But to break a man down, to bend his will, no imperial power alone could achieve.

"We'll have to do this in front of them.” Vayne placed his hand on the side of Vaan's head his large strong finger tickled Vaan's ear.
“No.”
“Yes or I'll have you arrested for prostitution. It is against the law in Archadia to sell your body. And I'll send you and Ilgam to Nalbina Dungeons."
"There is a law about that? I never heard of it." Van pouted. "This kind of thing doesn't happen everyday." Vaan prickled, he was probably the sullen type.
"Oh but it does Boy. And there are many others who would not hesitate when their Consul asked something of them. And they would not barter like a merchant selling nana cheese.“
"But I didn't do anything yet."
"There is not time to mull through such technicalities in our courts. To try is just as bad."

Galtean custom spoke against prostitution, but Dalmasca had only obeyed it in spirit, permitting a small red light district to exist in Low Town, where children were forbidden. Vaan had questioned his brother about this place for a long time. But Reks being a sober young lad forbid him to ever go, though the elder brother had no idea what such a place was himself.
Vayne wondered if the law had become lax against such things. All crime had risen in Rabanastre in his absence: murder, robbery and prostitution. It seemed minors were participating in the flesh trade now as well, since times were so lean and many parents were dead or fighting in the army. None could shield their children against such indecencies.

"I'm not a... I." Vaan struggled “I am just doing what you. It was your idea.”
"They aren't going to tell a single soul." Vayne smiled at him paternally "It would shame them to bring shame to me." They don't even know who you are.” Vayne embraced him gripping his left shoulder firmly.
The boy was closing his eyes thinking "Alright, but can they face away."
"Of course." He smiled. "But they'll still hear what you are doing." Vayne smiled at him.
Vaan was troubled by that, as much as Vayne was excited. The consul new he was a terribly perverse voyeur from early in life.
Vayne nibbled on his throat “Have you tried techniques such as this with your sweetheart?” He made his way up to his ear. “Your maid?” He bit his earlobe.
“No.” Vaan said “Nice Girls don't do things like this.”
"Do you like girls?" Vayne continued his questions.
"Yea.”
"I can't stand to see a lad close minded. There is no reason you can't like both, I say." Vayne pet his shoulder more he had wickedly expert hands and much of the tension melted as Vayne squeezed it away.
Vaan held his head still as Vayne firmly rubbed his back. He had a feeling what they would do next wasn't terribly complicated,. Just let him kiss you and touch you. He knew how it was done, the man goes in the woman. It was easier then finding a enemy on your map. Even with his parts Vaan had enough imagination and heard enough hunters jokes to know what men did with each other alone. It just sounded painful. Vaan wondered if he should do something to help. The boy got to his toes and tried to press his lips against Vayne's. The imperial pulled away "What is this?” Vayne acted surprised.
"Don't you want to kiss?" The boy asked him. “To make nice with you.”
Vayne said nothing but looked almost a little sickened by the thought of Vaan kissing him.
"Isn't that how it's done?" Vaan softly. He was completely out of his element.
"You are new to this." Vayne laughed and it was "We'll do it how I say. You do trust I know what I am doing?"
"Right Vayne." The boy's head gave a fluttering nod.
Vayne sat down on the bed pushing aside the quilt "Get down on your knees, on the floor."
“Will this take long?” Vaan asked. He wasn't used to the position. His leggings did protect his knees from rug burn.
"I'm not here for foreplay. This is just to take the edge off. I'll retire with you at 4 bells and teach you you're trade you darling little whore. Right now I just want a blow job."
Vaan knelt looking up. Well this was a lot more complicated and less fun then he had imagined.
"How are you with your mouth?"
"As good as any!" Vaan's brow furrowed as the man seemed to doubt him.
Vayne chuckled "Fine then you can show me." He opened his leggings "Try not to use your hands too much."
Vaan opened his lips. He hadn't even ever touched a man's cock before and now he would have to taste it. He closed his eyes and let it licked against some unknown expanse of skin over and over.
"Open your eyes. You are licking my crotch."
"Sorry." He squeaked and started licking the area with a bit of hesitation, this time aiming once his face got used to being between his thighs. Trying not to look where he was looking. He willed himself to continue and tried to focus on the single area, knowing if it felt good Vayne might want more, and Vaan would be forced into it anyway.
"Try to do more then just lap like a kitten. Its unsatisfying. You could do much better boy."
Vaan licked his cock properly along the shaft then making the imperials breath pick up imperceptibly to anyone else. Vaan hoped that this was enough.
"It's not poison." the man urged him "Suck it." Vayne said, incurably coarse.
Vaan took the man's girth in his mouth. He made it up a third of the way before he pulled out. "Yuck." He said. He was certainly no cocksucker. It was disgusting. The taste sent him into a panic.
"Is there something wrong?" Vayne said sharply “Are you injured?”
“No,” Van looked up at him meekly.
“Then continue.” Vayne ordered "You aren't doing your damn task at hand. Suck me."
Its gross. I'm sorry." Vaan lowered his head.
“You said you would try." Vayne looked down at him. No I will give you a chance to breathe and then you will continue.
"I can't. I'm going to throw up." He even stood up. Vayne drew his knife, fearing the boy would get away.
"No. You made your bargain boy. Not until I come in your prissy little mouth, boy. Now get back down before I hurt you."
"Let me go. I don't like it" Van said again, he thrashed his head. This last protest gave Vayne the opportunity to grab the boys hair hard and pull.
With Vayne wrangling him, Vaan had his cock down his throat against his will. He could make it halfway this time but he was forbidden to spit by the grip on his hair. "You've got enough drool, you slut. I want you to work for your pay. No more foolishness."
He was trying to move his teeth, to bite down
"Every time I feel teeth you feel steel." He brushed the flat side on the boy's cheek. Vaan panicked even being to enthusiastic and pleasing could risk his life. What if he sucked so hard Vayne dropped his knife.
He began sucking with the knife's flat edge against a vein trying to work his tongue and lips. Anything to keep away from the knife, But a few fierce pulls on his scalp informed him that he needed to use his head and neck as well. The dull edge sawing into his neck's flesh. The tip pressed into the skin as he tried to slow down to catch his breath, and panic made it hard as it was to keep a cool head. He tried to gasp air like a ichthion in the sea.
“In and out through your nose. You won't spoil it for me, by making me slit your throat.” He laughed at him. It wasn't expert work, but the consul was enjoying the arrangement. Vaan's eyes were red and sleepless looking with tears. He looked up at him, as if sad looks could urge orgasm. And Vaan's task had only begun, the knife lost it's substance as Vayne felt pleasure ripple through his body from Vaan's mouth. He grunted at the boy to adjust, speed depth even area. He set the knife aside as he lost control. Someone could lose an ear or their pretty face.
Van was red with exertion. It had been interminable for him, conserving shallow breaths and allowing his imperial filth to enter him. He looked up with sniffles. Please do not leave me to suffer. Just let me go. He could emote with his face from above the nose.
"No. You aren't going." Vayne was breathless. “Your frown feels nice there. I wonder what it would be to feel you whimper like a dog.” He said chatting through the pleasure.
Vaan tried one protest against him a loud cry against the thick member. But it was for naught. He still looked up at him under his mercy.
Vayne was not looking for love making or his elusive pleasure He was looking for subservience. And Vaan could never fake that.

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Minutes later Vaan washed his face in the next room. It was strange and ordinary.
Vayne was lying on the bed still recovering his breath"Take off your clothes and wait for me here boy. I don't want to be alone tonight." The man said. Probably not pleased that Vaan had been so willful.
Vaan started by taking off his boot, listlessly. Whether he was pretending to serve Vayne or really just obeying the man out of fear he was not sure. Vayne sat on the bed, casting Esuna to alleviate his hangover.
"Do you have a potion sire?" Van couldn't look up at him. He cricked his neck badly.
"Take what you want. Potions and Elixirs mean not a thing to me."
“Then I'll take an elixir.” He said.
“You have expensive tastes I see.” Vayne joked without even cracking a smile. The imperial consul looked clean and bored. Not even a flush on his cheek. He took out the gil from the drawer next to the bedstead. "This is your retainer." He said "There is twice as much if you return tonight."
Vaan reached for the gil shyly. Then without warning Vayne kissed the boy hard holding the money in the other hand, and even in Vaan's limited experience not a very nice kiss, laden with aggression and dominance.
Vaan pulled away and just slapped his aggressor. He shuddered as Vayne walked down the hall out of the room.
"Well next time I just better just sneak past the guards and take the easy way out.” He began to dress again to explore before Vayne returned.