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jessara40k_lj) wrote2009-01-27 07:48 am
jessara40k_lj) wrote2009-01-27 07:48 am
FIC Hilary Part III
So, I've got this up to the same point everywhere I post it now.
Hilary took a quick shower when he got back from using the exercise facilities, and just pulled one of his tunics on since he wasn’t going to be leaving the apartment again that day. The laundry basket was empty when he put his exercise clothes into it, so the laundry must have been collected while he was exercising.
Lunch first, and when he looked into the fridge Hilary was extremely pleased to see that Armand had peaches and cherries - they were his favourite type of fruit, and they’d been a rare treat at The Facility. And was that apple juice? Armand hadn’t said anything specific about what he was allowed to drink, but Hilary didn’t think he’d mind - from his attitude Armand expected Hilary to be able to take care of himself to a fairly large degree.
He poured himself a glass of apple juice, and filled a small bowl with cherries before picking up two peaches, sitting down at the table to eat his lunch while he considered what to do in the afternoon. Armand hadn’t ordered him to do the washing up today, but he’d said it would be helpful if he found the time to do that. And it wasn’t as if he had anything else he’d been ordered to do besides writing the alphabet out for half an hour.
He put the kettle on to boil when he’d finished eating and arranged the dirty dishes and cutlery in the sink while he was waiting for it to boil, then washed and dried everything. He wasn’t entirely sure where everything needed to go, but he put what he could away and stacked the pans neatly on the counter before he went to work on writing the alphabet out again and again.
It was awkward, he couldn’t form the letters the way they looked on the sheet he was copying them from, but by the end of the half hour he could see an improvement in the letters, how they’d grown neater while he worked and he thought that he’d be able to remember which shape indicated which letter from now on.
What should he do now? He didn’t really want to write the alphabet out again, it was boring, and even though he knew he needed the practice he’d done as much as Armand had ordered him to. And Armand obviously hadn’t made up his mind about that second task he wanted Hilary to perform while he was working. Hilary briefly considered checking to see what was in the room Armand hadn’t told him about, beside the bathroom, and opposite the kitchen, but decided against it - Armand would show him what was behind the door if it mattered.
He collected the three folders from the bedroom, then went into the living room, setting the folders on the low table in front of the sofa and looking around. Armand had said he could watch any of the entertainment disks from the cupboard to the left of the screen. He opened the cupboard and began looking through the disks, choosing one with a cover showing people wearing period costume, from something like five hundred years ago.
He recognised the play once it started, and even if it wasn’t a favourite Hilary knew he would enjoy watching it. It wasn’t the best performance, the leads weren’t particularly good, but the secondary characters made up for it, and their storyline was just beginning to wrap up when he heard someone at the door.
Hilary’s initial impulse was to just bring the purple folder, with its files on family without keycards, but then he realised that, given the manners most of Armand’s family had displayed, even those with keycards would wait to be invited in and took the blue folder as well.
“Hello Louis.” Hilary was surprised to see that the brunet was wearing make-up today, if a bit more subtle than it had been the previous evening. “Ah...I need to check if you’re one of the people Armand is willing for me to invite in. Do you have a keycard?”
“Yes, I do. Am I interrupting anything?”
“No, you aren’t.” Hilary picked up the blue folder from the table he’d put it on to open the door, and looked through the files for the one with a photo of Louis attached to it. “Thank you for being so considerate, but I’ve already done the things Armand wanted me to do while he was working.” He found the piece of paper he was looking for, and stepped back with a smile. “Come in then.” Belatedly Hilary remembered his lessons in how to serve as a host if that was what his master required. “Would you like a drink?”
“Just water please.” Louis closed the door behind him as he came into the hall. “Should I wait for you in the living room, or would you rather I joined you in the kitchen?”
“Whichever is better for you. I was in the living room, and I’m not sure what I could do to entertain you in the kitchen, but if that is what you would prefer...”
Louis laughed as he trailed off, but somehow Hilary was sure that he wasn’t laughing at him. “You don’t need to entertain me. But I’ll wait for you in the living room.”
Hilary filled a glass with water for Louis and followed him to the living room, arriving just as Louis was removing the disk he’d been watching from the player.
“Thank you for doing that for me.” He was a bit embarrassed about having left the disk on when he answered the door, but Louis almost flinched at his words.
“I’m sorry, I know you must have been watching that, but you hadn’t paused it, so you’ll have lost your place.”
“Yes, I know.” Hilary waved the puzzling apology off as Louis put the disk back into its case and took his glass of water. “I picked it at random from the disks Armand said I could watch. It was something to fill the time. Please, sit down, I’ll put that away.”
“Not yet.” But Louis took a drink from his glass before putting it down on the low table while Hilary put the disk away. “Do you know where Armand keeps his copy of ‘The Terenev: Ibrahim’? I...there’s other things I want to ask you about, but I think you’d enjoy looking through it with me.”
“I’m not sure.” Hilary turned to the drawer Armand had indicated before he left, opening it so Louis could look himself. “Armand said I might like to look at the books in here, is it one of these?”
“Let me see. I know he doesn’t have it out on the shelves.” Hilary stepped to the side to give Louis room, and watched as the older boy looked through the drawer. “What sort of book is it anyway?”
“It’s a history of the Family, focused on our grandfather Ibrahim’s time as the Terenev. It includes a family tree and at least one photo of everyone who was part of the Family during his rule. Midoriko, his consort, put it together and a print run of five thousand copies was produced a year after Mother became the Terenev. Ah, here it is.”
“Five thousand copies? Are there that many in the Family?” Hilary moved to the sofa as he spoke, and Louis followed him, only sitting down after Hilary had, putting the book down on the table first, then carefully arranging his skirt as he sat.
“Oh no. I’m not sure how many of us there are - although I do know it’s less than a thousand, even counting the pleasure slaves currently under contract to those who haven’t been consorted out, but some of the copies were sent to other Families, depending on what sort of ties we have, other copies are requested by historians, and some go into the Family Archives.” Louis opened the book as he spoke, placing it on the table between them.
“Counting the pleasure slaves?” Why would Louis count the pleasure slaves?
“Yes. Ah...maybe I shouldn’t talk about that.”
“Oh, is it something Armand should tell me, if he wants me to know?” It sounded as if Louis thought that he’d revealed a secret or something, or interfered in something he shouldn’t have.
“Yes, yes it is. Ah...did you know you already had an owner when you were at the Heterae Facility?”
“Yes, they trained those of us who belonged to them differently from those of us they were only training and they made sure we knew why. I guess it makes sense that we didn’t go to our owners earlier, it’s one way of making sure we weren’t touched until we were old enough.”
“Did Gwen have the same training as you did then?” From the intensity of that question Hilary knew they were getting closer to the real reason Louis had come to see him.
“Yes and no. She was supposed to learn the same things I was when it came to literature, and so were another two girls and two castratos, but I was the only one pushed really hard when it came to exercising and how to design an exercise programme.” Actually, he thought Armand had mentioned Jocelin last night. “I don’t know what the girls learned instead of that, but I know that Jocelin and Tonio both spent that time learning more about singing than the other castratos did.”
“You all studied literature together then? Even though Gwen’s five years older than you are?” The surprise Louis showed at that idea was more than justified, and Hilary hesitated before answering.
“No, not exactly. Our studies were adapted so we could have discussions as a group from when we were ten onwards. So I worked in a group with everyone who studied the same things I did when it came to literature. I...don’t think you’re supposed to hear this from me.” Not given Armand’s surprise that he couldn’t read.
“I’m sorry if I’ve been asking things you’re forbidden to tell me, but I was never told not to ask, and we tend to assume if something isn’t forbidden it’s permitted.” Louis paused and held the book open so that Hilary could see the photos on each page. “Here, this is my grandfather, Ibrahim, when he took his consort, and when he became the Terenev.” The man in the photos had dirty blonde hair and looked rather harsh, while the two women with him in the first photo were both short, looking almost like dolls, both looked delicate with black hair and eyes, but the older one, the one who was still by him in the second photo, had golden skin, and the younger woman was as pale as Hilary knew he was himself.
“How old was he then, when he became the Terenev? He looks to be in his forties?” But Hilary suspected that he tended to underestimate ages.
“No, he was fifty, but we can afford to take care of ourselves properly so we look younger than we really are. You’ll notice that he has a type, and his Family Head obviously took it into consideration when Midoriko was chosen as his consort.” That was the older woman, and Hilary prepared to learn as much as Louis was willing to teach him about the Terenevs.
~~~0~~~
Armand smiled when he saw the folders on the table near the door as he came in; obviously someone had come to see Hilary, and he hoped it was Louis or Antoinette, since Marie wouldn’t have had the time to come and visit. He went to the kitchen first, getting himself a glass of water before he started looking for Hilary - he wouldn’t just shout for him, that would be rude and selfishly arrogant. But he didn’t have to look for him, when he came out of the kitchen Hilary was standing in the doorway of the living room, a slight smile on his face.
“I thought I heard you come in, Armand, but when I couldn’t see you at first I wasn’t quite sure.”
“You’ve got good ears then.” Armand headed towards Hilary as he spoke, and Hilary hesitated before turning to go back into the living room. “Hello Louis.”
“Hello Armand.” Louis looked up towards him with a smile. “Is Hilary going to be in trouble because I took the chance to question him about my future pleasure slave?” That wasn’t something Louis would have thought about on his own, even if asking if Hilary was in trouble - and making sure Armand knew that he was to blame if Armand was angry, was characteristically considerate of him.
“No, of course not.” Armand laughed, ruefully, only recognising now the opportunities he’d missed in the past. “I never thought of doing the same with Gwen or Jocelin, but I certainly don’t have the right to forbid you to speculate with Hilary about your future companion.” It wasn’t as important to test Louis as to test Terese and Antoinette, since he wouldn’t even remain in the Family, but there might be reasons for the test Armand didn’t know yet. “Only...Hilary, I’d rather you didn’t go into too much detail about how he or she was educated.”
“Oh...” Hilary bit his lower lip, and looked down, blushing. “I told Louis that we shared literature lessons, and that none of the others learned as much about exercising as I did. Was that going too far?”
Armand gave Hilary a quick hug to reassure him - hopefully anyway. “No, generalities like that are okay.” He just didn’t want Louis to know that his companion would be illiterate, not yet.
“So, does that mean my companion’s going to be a girl?”
“A girl?” How did Louis come to that conclusion? Armand pulled Hilary over to the second sofa, bringing the boy down with him as he sat down in one corner.
“Yes. Hilary asked you if it had been alright to mention their literature lessons, and their lack of training in exercise, but not the additional lessons Jocelin and...Tony was it?”
“Jocelin and Tonio were the two castratos who studied literature with me, yes. And...yes, the youngest of the six of us is a girl.” That meant that the pleasure slaves intended for their cousins were being trained at some other facility. That or they weren’t being as well trained as Hilary had been.
“And you wonder why I think you’re wasting your mind.” Armand wasn’t sure he’d have been able to make that sort of deduction from the information Louis said he had. He lifted the hand he didn’t have wrapped around Hilary’s waist to cut off any response. “I know, you don’t think you need that fallback, and I won’t bug you about it, but I’m not going to stop letting you know that I recognise your intelligence.”
“Are you going to nag Hilary as much about education, or your eventual consort?” Louis had a legitimate point, one Armand wasn’t going to argue, not exactly.
“I don’t have to nag Hilary; when I think he’s ready he’ll take the exams to get a basic diploma, probably with a literature bias and the same applies for any further qualifications.”
“You’re going to have me get qualifications?” Hilary twisted to look at him, surprise and joy written clearly on his face.
“Yes, I am. You’re clearly intelligent, so it shouldn’t be that hard for you, not as long as you’re willing to work. That second task I hadn’t quite decided on? I want you to learn another language, I’m just not sure on which one yet. By the time you’re ready to take your basic diploma you should be able to get a secondary certificate in at least one language.”
“At least one?” Hilary sounded shocked and there was confusion in his eyes, as well as eagerness.
“Well, besides Jean, we can all speak at least four languages - I mean fluently enough that we could be mistaken for native speakers. Armand speaks six languages that well, besides Ardisch.” Louis sounded unreasonably proud of him, but at least he hadn’t mentioned the way Armand had taken a short-cut to get an extra ten secondary certificates using languages he’d been learning from childhood.
“Three of those are dialects of Xinian, not really different languages at all. Is there any language you’d specifically like to learn, Hilary?” Maybe that would be the best way to solve his dilemma over whether to start Hilary on a language Armand didn’t know so that he’d be able to act as a translator the way Jerome sometimes did for their mother, or to start him on a language Armand knew so that he could help him learn it.
“You mean you didn’t think about asking him before now?” Louis was teasing, Armand knew that, but he still found it embarrassing to admit that he’d only considered what would be best for him, not what Hilary might prefer, until now.
“Why would my preferences matter if they interfere with what Armand wishes?” Hilary sounded genuinely confused at that, making Armand feel even worse, although he reminded himself that the boy didn’t really know him very well yet, when he continued he sounded reluctant for some reason. “And...if it wouldn’t inconvenience you I’d like to learn Catalyan, or maybe Cyric.”
“Catalyan would be easier for you; it uses the same alphabet as Ardisch and I’m fluent in it so I’d be able to help you. Cyric uses an entirely different alphabet and I don’t know any of it.” Which would make it more useful for him, but Armand wasn’t going to mention that, not now. “If you want to learn both simultaneously I’ll get you a tutor for Cyric as well as what you need to get your basic diploma.” Literacy to start, then mathematics and some history and government, and Armand wasn’t sure what else he needed.
“I...do you need an answer now?” Hilary looked almost trapped, glancing away from him, at Louis for a brief moment, before looking back to Armand.
“No, of course not.” He repressed his faint jealousy as he answered, trying not to give Hilary any reason to think he was angry. “I won’t be hiring your tutor until after we’ve moved, but I want you to think about it, about what you want to learn.”
“I will.” Hilary seemed to relax as he responded, smiling contentedly, and Armand looked over to Louis, wondering if he had anything else he wanted to speak about.
“You never answered my question about nagging your consort about her education, but I can see you’d rather be alone with Hilary. Sorry about interrupting your honeymoon.” Louis stood and Armand reluctantly let go of Hilary to stand as well. “I’ll see you later Hilary.”
“I...enjoyed talking to you Louis. Goodbye for now.” Hilary looked to Armand with a silent question in his eyes.
“Just stay there Hilary, I’ll show Louis out, and put dinner in the oven.”
“I...yes Armand.” Hilary looked embarrassed and Armand couldn’t quite figure out why as he walked Louis to the door.
“I’ll see you later then Armand. Want me to ask about an etiquette tutor for Hilary as well, or about sharing mine with him?”
“If you’d be willing to share, yes. That would mean you’d have to come to him though, I don’t think he’ll be ready to go out of the building by himself for a while.” Armand opened the door for Louis as he spoke, half wishing he’d pulled his brother into the kitchen to discuss this, but knowing that talking about it in the doorway was a better option than talking about it in front of Hilary when the boy seemed so reluctant to speak up for what he wanted.
“Sounds good to me. He’s fun to talk to, all admiring and open. I’m not used to people deferring to me like that.”
“Hmm. He might get less deferential as he gets older.” Armand hoped he would anyway. “You’re welcome here at any time you know.”
“I know, but I’ll leave now so you can get back to your companion. Goodbye.” And with that Louis actually left. Armand put the stew into the oven to heat through and went back to Hilary, finding him looking anxious, almost on the verge of coming to look for him.
“Relax. We can eat in about half an hour, was there anything you wanted to ask me before then?” He sat down, pulling Hilary into his arms again, enjoying the way the boy seemed to relax at his touch.
“Ah, yes...at the...party yesterday Jerome said there were exceptions, but mostly it was people with trust-funds from the Terenev money who were invited to that sort of event. Can you explain about the exceptions?”
“Of course.” Armand felt oddly flattered that Hilary had waited for him to explain this, rather than asking Louis. “What it boils down to is that people who have left the Family generally aren’t invited, and people who have joined the Family are. As an example Francis is only invited because he’s Mother’s consort and joined the Family that way, my first consort will be invited to wider Family events for the same reason. When Louis is consorted to another Family - and unless he falls desperately in love with someone inside the Family he will be consorted to another Family; he’s attracted to women at least as much as to men, and he’s Mother’s son so he’s too high ranked to be given to anyone of our generation inside the Family - he won’t be invited to wider Family events any longer. My sister Marie’s another example of leaving the Family, although she did it by taking an outside spouse and changing her name to found a new Family, and that’s a bit more complicated since her children and grandchildren will get trust funds from Terenev money, but aren’t considered Terenevs unless they ask to rejoin the Family.”
“Will Louis change his name when he’s consorted to another Family then?” Hilary had a faint frown on his face, and somehow the expression looked charming on him. “And what about pleasure slaves like me? I just assumed we were one of the exceptions, but you didn’t mention us.”
“That wasn’t explained at the Facility?” Hilary just blinked in clear confusion. “Alright, I thought you knew some of this already. When you’re released from your contract you’ll get partial access to a trust fund that was started with a tenth of your purchase price. It’s managed now by the same people who manage my trust fund, and I pay so much into your trust fund a year, but that doesn’t matter for this discussion. What matters is that the initial seed money for your trust fund came from the Terenev Family Accounts, which means that you’re part of the Family in a way. You don’t have the right to use the name Terenev, and depending on what happens when you’re released from your contract you’ll either get the right to use our name then, or be considered to have left the Family. And I don’t know if Louis will change his name when he’d consorted, it depends on what his contract says, but his children won’t be Terenevs. I know that Jerome’s contract gives him the right to use our name, but he never had a name of his own.”
“Because he used to be your mother’s pleasure slave?” Hilary sounded almost as if he thought he was doing something wrong just by asking the question, and Armand leaned to kiss him on the temple in reassurance.
“Yes. A consort from outside the Families would probably end up taking our name as well, but I just don’t know if Mother intends to consort Louis to a Family our equal or a Family inferior to us, or what position the sire she has in mind for him holds in her Family.”
“It’s politics isn’t it?” Hilary smiled as he asked that question, and Armand couldn’t help smiling back at him.
“Yes, it is. I’ve been training for this sort of politics all my life, and I still miss things sometimes. It really isn’t something that affects you yet, might not ever affect you unless you end up in the same sort of position Jerome’s in; second consort to a lousy first.” He hoped that didn’t happen, that his consort would be well trained enough to run his household properly without making Hilary do it for her since he wasn’t sure Hilary would be up to that, even in five years time.
“If you decide you want to keep me as your consort.”
“And if you decide you want to stay with me.” Hilary needed to understand that he would have the ability to say no if he wanted to leave Armand when the time came. Hilary didn’t seem interested in continuing the conversation, and over dinner they kept conversation light, discussing plays and operas, letting Armand pick out an opera he thought Hilary might enjoy in Catalyan afterwards.
“I’ve got more discs in Catalyan which should help you learn it if that what you decide on.” Hilary settled down beside him as the disc started, and they watched the disc together, with Hilary occasionally asking a question about the action on screen.
~~~0~~~
Armand had slipped his arm around Hilary’s waist at some point while they’d been watching the opera, and Hilary had moved to lean against him, his head on Armand’s shoulder without really noticing it. He’d mostly understood what was going on without needing too much explanation, and he’d enjoyed watching the disc with his master, and he really enjoyed being held by his master. He hadn’t really expected to feel safe with his master, not so quickly, but...Armand had defended him from Jean, verbally at least, and given him permission to be rude to anyone who made trouble about him being a pleasure slave and he’d made a point of explaining things to Hilary. He lifted his head, pulling back a bit, feeling surprisingly reluctant to do so, but needing the space to look at Armand.
“Is this the weekend?” He knew what the days of the week were, in theory anyway, but they’d never kept track of what day it was in the Facility. Well, the staff probably did, but he hadn’t been able to, not really and he didn’t quite understand what was considered the weekend.
“Hmmm...guess it depends. This is Friday even some people count that as part of the weekend, but some people say it’s just Saturday and Sunday that make up the weekend. Does it matter?” Armand frowned a bit as he asked the question...obviously it wasn’t something freeborn people ever considered.
“No, I just wasn’t sure what day it was today. I thought it might be Friday, I...vaguely remember that yesterday you said you’d planned to start having sex with me this evening, or over the weekend, so I guessed today might be the day just before the weekend, but I wasn’t certain.”
“You made a good guess then.” Armand smiled almost indulgently and pulled Hilary back against his side. “Was that a hint? Do you want to start having sex with me now?”
That wasn’t a question he could really answer, it wasn’t his place to say when or if they had sex; it was Armand’s decision, but...he had been told that some masters preferred their pleasure slaves to initiate things for some reason. He just didn’t know if he dared, how he’d know whether his master wanted him to make a move or not; and how he’d react if Hilary made unwelcome advances...no, wait, he’d offered himself yesterday, when his master hadn’t planned on having sex, and he hadn’t been punished for that.
“If you aren’t too tired, yes, I would.” He murmured his response, lowering his eyes demurely, to match his voice, even if Armand wouldn’t see that.
“No, I’m not too tired, but...don’t we need something to make it easier if we go for full sex? I didn’t know I’d be getting a man, so I don’t have anything that will work for that yet.”
“There’s other things we can do, things that don’t need lube.” He shifted around in Armand’s arms so that he could reach to unfasten his shirt - Armand had already removed his jacket, putting it in with the laundry before they’d eaten. “I...you aren’t angry that I was just wearing a tunic?” He probably shouldn’t remind his master that he might have a reason to be angry with him, but he needed reassurance that he’d made the right decision.
“No.” Armand took hold of Hilary at the waist, lifting him up to straddle Armand’s lap and stroking his hands up against his ribs underneath his tunic. “You weren’t going to leave the apartment, and this is your home, you have the right to be comfortable here. Still...I think we’ll get you a robe tomorrow, I hadn’t thought of it before, but I’d prefer it if you had a robe on over your tunic when some of my family visit.”
“I understand.” Either there were some of his family Armand didn’t trust to keep their hands off him, or some of the people Armand would allow in his home were prudes. And thinking along those lines Hilary realised the other problem. “And you certainly don’t want me dealing with officials or people who work for you wearing just this.”
“No, no I don’t. They won’t respect you if you look like this.” Armand shook his head, then smiled. “So, what ideas did you have that we won’t need lube for? Just remember, I want you to enjoy yourself as well.”
“Ah...I will.” Even if he hadn’t really expected that and Hilary searched his mind for a couple of options to present instead of the blow job he’d intended to offer. “I thought I could undress you and you could take my tunic off and we could kiss and pet each other for a bit, then we could jerk each other off, or sort of rub up against each other, or I could press my legs together and you could rub between them, between my thighs.”
“That sounds odd. What would you get out of it?” Hilary hadn’t expected Armand to know less about sex than he did. Maybe he should have, he’d been trained in at least the theory of a lot of techniques and positions, but he’d assumed his master would have a lot more practical experience than Armand seemed to.
“I’d be rubbing up against your stomach when you did that, or you could jerk me off. Or you could put me on my hands and knees, rub your cock against my ass and reach around to jerk me off like that.” He kept on working on Armand’s buttons as he spoke, then leaned forward to kiss his shoulder as he pushed the shirt back.
“That...sounds good.” What did? Well it didn’t matter, he’d do whatever pleased his master best. “We can fold my trousers into a pad for your knees. I don’t want to get the rug dirty because it would be hard to clean up.” The last suggestion it was then.
“Or the bed, right before we go to sleep? And...we could always use a couple of cushions from the sofa for my knees?”
“Yeah.” Armand took hold of his chin and kissed Hilary deeply before he continued, leaving him feeling just a little light-headed. “We’ll need to get up early tomorrow, since I’ve booked Julio for most of the day.” Hilary must have shown some sign of his reluctance because Armand laughed, stroking his cheek as he spoke. “I know, it’s not exactly how I’d prefer to spend the day either, but you need more clothes, and there might be things there that I haven’t thought about getting that you need.”
“Yes Armand.” Hilary wriggled backwards on Armand’s lap, relieved when he got the hint and let go so that Hilary could slide to kneel in front of him and begin working on unfastening Armand’s trousers.
“Hold on a bit.” Hilary paused at once and sat back on his heels, looking up as Armand shrugged his shirt off, revealing his well-defined muscles, then reached down to take hold of Hilary’s tunic and lift it off over Hilary’s head as Hilary lifted his arms to make it easier. “Go on then.” Armand reached down, stroking Hilary’s hair as he unfastened Armand’s belt and trousers before pulling back and moving down to pull the laces of Armand’s shoes loose, and take them off. Hilary set Armand’s shoes to one side and pulled off his socks as well, before sitting back on his heels.
“You’ll need to stand up now.” He’d be much happier if Armand would just take charge, direct him the way he’d been taught to expect, but Hilary could adapt, and he knew better than to try to give any orders. Armand didn’t seem to mind his suggestion though and pulled Hilary up to his feet and against him for a kiss as he stood. Hilary knew he should help Armand take his trousers and underwear off, but he couldn’t resist the urge to touch him, running his hands up over Armand’s back and clutching at his shoulders.
Armand laughed, one arm still around Hilary’s waist, the other hand lifting to stroke his hair before falling to his side. “That’s nice, just stay as you are for a bit.”
“Ah...yes Armand.” So his master liked Hilary to cling to him. Hilary dipped his head, rubbing his cheek against Armand’s shoulder and kissing his neck while Armand stroked his hair a bit more, then stopped so that he could use that hand to push his trousers down. Hilary stumbled backwards when Armand stepped forward out of his trousers and underwear, and he made a sound of protest before thinking, a sound that was only kept soft by his training.
“Sorry, didn’t think, but I don’t have room to step back.”
“Ah, no, you wouldn’t. I didn’t think about that.” He hadn’t really thought at all, but Armand didn’t seem angry as he lifted Hilary up so he could wrap his legs around Armand’s waist. “Ah...that was what you wanted?”
“Don’t worry about what I want, just enjoy yourself for now.” Armand kissed him again as he turned and put Hilary down on the sofa. Then Armand knelt down, running his hand down Hilary’s side, before he gathered all their scattered clothes and put them to one side. He moved gracefully, but it wasn’t the grace Hilary was used to seeing back at The Facility, it was something else, something exotic and breathtaking. Hilary hesitated, then ran his hands down his body to his half-hard cock, stroking himself until he reached full hardness, letting his eyes fall half-closed and his lips fall open to enhance the effect of the show he was putting on. Armand’s soft gasp told him that it was working, that he was pleasing his master - and enjoying it more than he’d thought he might.
“Come back up here and kiss me, please?” Armand did more than that; he wrapped one arm around Hilary to cup his ass while the other hand wandered up and down his torso as they kissed and Hilary let his own hands explore Armand’s body, feeling the muscle underlying his skin and covering his bones. Eventually Armand broke away, and they just stared at each other for a moment, catching their breath and calming their racing pulses - or at least Hilary needed to catch his breath and let his pulse come back to normal.
“Think we should move to the floor now?”
“Yeah, that sounds good.” Hilary half-thought he’d have risked suggesting it himself if Armand hadn’t, and he followed Armand’s example by grabbing the nearest cushions and tossing them to the floor. That should be enough and he slid down to the floor to arrange them so that he could rest comfortably on hands and knees before glancing over his shoulder with a smile. “I’m ready now.”
“Good.” Armand came to kneel behind him stroking his back and sweeping his hair forward before leaning over him, cock pressed against Hilary’s ass as he kissed the nape of Hilary’s neck. He reached around to stroke Hilary’s cock as he moved against his ass and Hilary shut his eyes to enjoy it, the feel of his master’s hand warm on his cock, his cock pressing hard and hot against his ass, rubbing against him and Armand’s breath hot against his neck and ear.
Armand came first, hot seed covering Hilary’s back, and sooner than he’d expected, and Armand sat back on his heels, pulling Hilary with him, into his lap to hold him against his chest as he stroked Hilary’s cock a few more times, enough to bring him to a rapid climax.
“Thank you.”
“What for?” Armand sounded as if he really didn’t understand why Hilary was grateful and he twisted around just a little awkwardly to kiss him.
“Caring about me, about whether or not I enjoy this.”
“I...it was my pleasure. We need to clean ourselves up before we go to bed.” And he couldn’t get up while Hilary was sitting on him. Hilary got up slowly and Armand followed him then they cleaned up together before going to bed together.
~~~0~~~
Hilary took a quick shower when he got back from using the exercise facilities, and just pulled one of his tunics on since he wasn’t going to be leaving the apartment again that day. The laundry basket was empty when he put his exercise clothes into it, so the laundry must have been collected while he was exercising.
Lunch first, and when he looked into the fridge Hilary was extremely pleased to see that Armand had peaches and cherries - they were his favourite type of fruit, and they’d been a rare treat at The Facility. And was that apple juice? Armand hadn’t said anything specific about what he was allowed to drink, but Hilary didn’t think he’d mind - from his attitude Armand expected Hilary to be able to take care of himself to a fairly large degree.
He poured himself a glass of apple juice, and filled a small bowl with cherries before picking up two peaches, sitting down at the table to eat his lunch while he considered what to do in the afternoon. Armand hadn’t ordered him to do the washing up today, but he’d said it would be helpful if he found the time to do that. And it wasn’t as if he had anything else he’d been ordered to do besides writing the alphabet out for half an hour.
He put the kettle on to boil when he’d finished eating and arranged the dirty dishes and cutlery in the sink while he was waiting for it to boil, then washed and dried everything. He wasn’t entirely sure where everything needed to go, but he put what he could away and stacked the pans neatly on the counter before he went to work on writing the alphabet out again and again.
It was awkward, he couldn’t form the letters the way they looked on the sheet he was copying them from, but by the end of the half hour he could see an improvement in the letters, how they’d grown neater while he worked and he thought that he’d be able to remember which shape indicated which letter from now on.
What should he do now? He didn’t really want to write the alphabet out again, it was boring, and even though he knew he needed the practice he’d done as much as Armand had ordered him to. And Armand obviously hadn’t made up his mind about that second task he wanted Hilary to perform while he was working. Hilary briefly considered checking to see what was in the room Armand hadn’t told him about, beside the bathroom, and opposite the kitchen, but decided against it - Armand would show him what was behind the door if it mattered.
He collected the three folders from the bedroom, then went into the living room, setting the folders on the low table in front of the sofa and looking around. Armand had said he could watch any of the entertainment disks from the cupboard to the left of the screen. He opened the cupboard and began looking through the disks, choosing one with a cover showing people wearing period costume, from something like five hundred years ago.
He recognised the play once it started, and even if it wasn’t a favourite Hilary knew he would enjoy watching it. It wasn’t the best performance, the leads weren’t particularly good, but the secondary characters made up for it, and their storyline was just beginning to wrap up when he heard someone at the door.
Hilary’s initial impulse was to just bring the purple folder, with its files on family without keycards, but then he realised that, given the manners most of Armand’s family had displayed, even those with keycards would wait to be invited in and took the blue folder as well.
“Hello Louis.” Hilary was surprised to see that the brunet was wearing make-up today, if a bit more subtle than it had been the previous evening. “Ah...I need to check if you’re one of the people Armand is willing for me to invite in. Do you have a keycard?”
“Yes, I do. Am I interrupting anything?”
“No, you aren’t.” Hilary picked up the blue folder from the table he’d put it on to open the door, and looked through the files for the one with a photo of Louis attached to it. “Thank you for being so considerate, but I’ve already done the things Armand wanted me to do while he was working.” He found the piece of paper he was looking for, and stepped back with a smile. “Come in then.” Belatedly Hilary remembered his lessons in how to serve as a host if that was what his master required. “Would you like a drink?”
“Just water please.” Louis closed the door behind him as he came into the hall. “Should I wait for you in the living room, or would you rather I joined you in the kitchen?”
“Whichever is better for you. I was in the living room, and I’m not sure what I could do to entertain you in the kitchen, but if that is what you would prefer...”
Louis laughed as he trailed off, but somehow Hilary was sure that he wasn’t laughing at him. “You don’t need to entertain me. But I’ll wait for you in the living room.”
Hilary filled a glass with water for Louis and followed him to the living room, arriving just as Louis was removing the disk he’d been watching from the player.
“Thank you for doing that for me.” He was a bit embarrassed about having left the disk on when he answered the door, but Louis almost flinched at his words.
“I’m sorry, I know you must have been watching that, but you hadn’t paused it, so you’ll have lost your place.”
“Yes, I know.” Hilary waved the puzzling apology off as Louis put the disk back into its case and took his glass of water. “I picked it at random from the disks Armand said I could watch. It was something to fill the time. Please, sit down, I’ll put that away.”
“Not yet.” But Louis took a drink from his glass before putting it down on the low table while Hilary put the disk away. “Do you know where Armand keeps his copy of ‘The Terenev: Ibrahim’? I...there’s other things I want to ask you about, but I think you’d enjoy looking through it with me.”
“I’m not sure.” Hilary turned to the drawer Armand had indicated before he left, opening it so Louis could look himself. “Armand said I might like to look at the books in here, is it one of these?”
“Let me see. I know he doesn’t have it out on the shelves.” Hilary stepped to the side to give Louis room, and watched as the older boy looked through the drawer. “What sort of book is it anyway?”
“It’s a history of the Family, focused on our grandfather Ibrahim’s time as the Terenev. It includes a family tree and at least one photo of everyone who was part of the Family during his rule. Midoriko, his consort, put it together and a print run of five thousand copies was produced a year after Mother became the Terenev. Ah, here it is.”
“Five thousand copies? Are there that many in the Family?” Hilary moved to the sofa as he spoke, and Louis followed him, only sitting down after Hilary had, putting the book down on the table first, then carefully arranging his skirt as he sat.
“Oh no. I’m not sure how many of us there are - although I do know it’s less than a thousand, even counting the pleasure slaves currently under contract to those who haven’t been consorted out, but some of the copies were sent to other Families, depending on what sort of ties we have, other copies are requested by historians, and some go into the Family Archives.” Louis opened the book as he spoke, placing it on the table between them.
“Counting the pleasure slaves?” Why would Louis count the pleasure slaves?
“Yes. Ah...maybe I shouldn’t talk about that.”
“Oh, is it something Armand should tell me, if he wants me to know?” It sounded as if Louis thought that he’d revealed a secret or something, or interfered in something he shouldn’t have.
“Yes, yes it is. Ah...did you know you already had an owner when you were at the Heterae Facility?”
“Yes, they trained those of us who belonged to them differently from those of us they were only training and they made sure we knew why. I guess it makes sense that we didn’t go to our owners earlier, it’s one way of making sure we weren’t touched until we were old enough.”
“Did Gwen have the same training as you did then?” From the intensity of that question Hilary knew they were getting closer to the real reason Louis had come to see him.
“Yes and no. She was supposed to learn the same things I was when it came to literature, and so were another two girls and two castratos, but I was the only one pushed really hard when it came to exercising and how to design an exercise programme.” Actually, he thought Armand had mentioned Jocelin last night. “I don’t know what the girls learned instead of that, but I know that Jocelin and Tonio both spent that time learning more about singing than the other castratos did.”
“You all studied literature together then? Even though Gwen’s five years older than you are?” The surprise Louis showed at that idea was more than justified, and Hilary hesitated before answering.
“No, not exactly. Our studies were adapted so we could have discussions as a group from when we were ten onwards. So I worked in a group with everyone who studied the same things I did when it came to literature. I...don’t think you’re supposed to hear this from me.” Not given Armand’s surprise that he couldn’t read.
“I’m sorry if I’ve been asking things you’re forbidden to tell me, but I was never told not to ask, and we tend to assume if something isn’t forbidden it’s permitted.” Louis paused and held the book open so that Hilary could see the photos on each page. “Here, this is my grandfather, Ibrahim, when he took his consort, and when he became the Terenev.” The man in the photos had dirty blonde hair and looked rather harsh, while the two women with him in the first photo were both short, looking almost like dolls, both looked delicate with black hair and eyes, but the older one, the one who was still by him in the second photo, had golden skin, and the younger woman was as pale as Hilary knew he was himself.
“How old was he then, when he became the Terenev? He looks to be in his forties?” But Hilary suspected that he tended to underestimate ages.
“No, he was fifty, but we can afford to take care of ourselves properly so we look younger than we really are. You’ll notice that he has a type, and his Family Head obviously took it into consideration when Midoriko was chosen as his consort.” That was the older woman, and Hilary prepared to learn as much as Louis was willing to teach him about the Terenevs.
Armand smiled when he saw the folders on the table near the door as he came in; obviously someone had come to see Hilary, and he hoped it was Louis or Antoinette, since Marie wouldn’t have had the time to come and visit. He went to the kitchen first, getting himself a glass of water before he started looking for Hilary - he wouldn’t just shout for him, that would be rude and selfishly arrogant. But he didn’t have to look for him, when he came out of the kitchen Hilary was standing in the doorway of the living room, a slight smile on his face.
“I thought I heard you come in, Armand, but when I couldn’t see you at first I wasn’t quite sure.”
“You’ve got good ears then.” Armand headed towards Hilary as he spoke, and Hilary hesitated before turning to go back into the living room. “Hello Louis.”
“Hello Armand.” Louis looked up towards him with a smile. “Is Hilary going to be in trouble because I took the chance to question him about my future pleasure slave?” That wasn’t something Louis would have thought about on his own, even if asking if Hilary was in trouble - and making sure Armand knew that he was to blame if Armand was angry, was characteristically considerate of him.
“No, of course not.” Armand laughed, ruefully, only recognising now the opportunities he’d missed in the past. “I never thought of doing the same with Gwen or Jocelin, but I certainly don’t have the right to forbid you to speculate with Hilary about your future companion.” It wasn’t as important to test Louis as to test Terese and Antoinette, since he wouldn’t even remain in the Family, but there might be reasons for the test Armand didn’t know yet. “Only...Hilary, I’d rather you didn’t go into too much detail about how he or she was educated.”
“Oh...” Hilary bit his lower lip, and looked down, blushing. “I told Louis that we shared literature lessons, and that none of the others learned as much about exercising as I did. Was that going too far?”
Armand gave Hilary a quick hug to reassure him - hopefully anyway. “No, generalities like that are okay.” He just didn’t want Louis to know that his companion would be illiterate, not yet.
“So, does that mean my companion’s going to be a girl?”
“A girl?” How did Louis come to that conclusion? Armand pulled Hilary over to the second sofa, bringing the boy down with him as he sat down in one corner.
“Yes. Hilary asked you if it had been alright to mention their literature lessons, and their lack of training in exercise, but not the additional lessons Jocelin and...Tony was it?”
“Jocelin and Tonio were the two castratos who studied literature with me, yes. And...yes, the youngest of the six of us is a girl.” That meant that the pleasure slaves intended for their cousins were being trained at some other facility. That or they weren’t being as well trained as Hilary had been.
“And you wonder why I think you’re wasting your mind.” Armand wasn’t sure he’d have been able to make that sort of deduction from the information Louis said he had. He lifted the hand he didn’t have wrapped around Hilary’s waist to cut off any response. “I know, you don’t think you need that fallback, and I won’t bug you about it, but I’m not going to stop letting you know that I recognise your intelligence.”
“Are you going to nag Hilary as much about education, or your eventual consort?” Louis had a legitimate point, one Armand wasn’t going to argue, not exactly.
“I don’t have to nag Hilary; when I think he’s ready he’ll take the exams to get a basic diploma, probably with a literature bias and the same applies for any further qualifications.”
“You’re going to have me get qualifications?” Hilary twisted to look at him, surprise and joy written clearly on his face.
“Yes, I am. You’re clearly intelligent, so it shouldn’t be that hard for you, not as long as you’re willing to work. That second task I hadn’t quite decided on? I want you to learn another language, I’m just not sure on which one yet. By the time you’re ready to take your basic diploma you should be able to get a secondary certificate in at least one language.”
“At least one?” Hilary sounded shocked and there was confusion in his eyes, as well as eagerness.
“Well, besides Jean, we can all speak at least four languages - I mean fluently enough that we could be mistaken for native speakers. Armand speaks six languages that well, besides Ardisch.” Louis sounded unreasonably proud of him, but at least he hadn’t mentioned the way Armand had taken a short-cut to get an extra ten secondary certificates using languages he’d been learning from childhood.
“Three of those are dialects of Xinian, not really different languages at all. Is there any language you’d specifically like to learn, Hilary?” Maybe that would be the best way to solve his dilemma over whether to start Hilary on a language Armand didn’t know so that he’d be able to act as a translator the way Jerome sometimes did for their mother, or to start him on a language Armand knew so that he could help him learn it.
“You mean you didn’t think about asking him before now?” Louis was teasing, Armand knew that, but he still found it embarrassing to admit that he’d only considered what would be best for him, not what Hilary might prefer, until now.
“Why would my preferences matter if they interfere with what Armand wishes?” Hilary sounded genuinely confused at that, making Armand feel even worse, although he reminded himself that the boy didn’t really know him very well yet, when he continued he sounded reluctant for some reason. “And...if it wouldn’t inconvenience you I’d like to learn Catalyan, or maybe Cyric.”
“Catalyan would be easier for you; it uses the same alphabet as Ardisch and I’m fluent in it so I’d be able to help you. Cyric uses an entirely different alphabet and I don’t know any of it.” Which would make it more useful for him, but Armand wasn’t going to mention that, not now. “If you want to learn both simultaneously I’ll get you a tutor for Cyric as well as what you need to get your basic diploma.” Literacy to start, then mathematics and some history and government, and Armand wasn’t sure what else he needed.
“I...do you need an answer now?” Hilary looked almost trapped, glancing away from him, at Louis for a brief moment, before looking back to Armand.
“No, of course not.” He repressed his faint jealousy as he answered, trying not to give Hilary any reason to think he was angry. “I won’t be hiring your tutor until after we’ve moved, but I want you to think about it, about what you want to learn.”
“I will.” Hilary seemed to relax as he responded, smiling contentedly, and Armand looked over to Louis, wondering if he had anything else he wanted to speak about.
“You never answered my question about nagging your consort about her education, but I can see you’d rather be alone with Hilary. Sorry about interrupting your honeymoon.” Louis stood and Armand reluctantly let go of Hilary to stand as well. “I’ll see you later Hilary.”
“I...enjoyed talking to you Louis. Goodbye for now.” Hilary looked to Armand with a silent question in his eyes.
“Just stay there Hilary, I’ll show Louis out, and put dinner in the oven.”
“I...yes Armand.” Hilary looked embarrassed and Armand couldn’t quite figure out why as he walked Louis to the door.
“I’ll see you later then Armand. Want me to ask about an etiquette tutor for Hilary as well, or about sharing mine with him?”
“If you’d be willing to share, yes. That would mean you’d have to come to him though, I don’t think he’ll be ready to go out of the building by himself for a while.” Armand opened the door for Louis as he spoke, half wishing he’d pulled his brother into the kitchen to discuss this, but knowing that talking about it in the doorway was a better option than talking about it in front of Hilary when the boy seemed so reluctant to speak up for what he wanted.
“Sounds good to me. He’s fun to talk to, all admiring and open. I’m not used to people deferring to me like that.”
“Hmm. He might get less deferential as he gets older.” Armand hoped he would anyway. “You’re welcome here at any time you know.”
“I know, but I’ll leave now so you can get back to your companion. Goodbye.” And with that Louis actually left. Armand put the stew into the oven to heat through and went back to Hilary, finding him looking anxious, almost on the verge of coming to look for him.
“Relax. We can eat in about half an hour, was there anything you wanted to ask me before then?” He sat down, pulling Hilary into his arms again, enjoying the way the boy seemed to relax at his touch.
“Ah, yes...at the...party yesterday Jerome said there were exceptions, but mostly it was people with trust-funds from the Terenev money who were invited to that sort of event. Can you explain about the exceptions?”
“Of course.” Armand felt oddly flattered that Hilary had waited for him to explain this, rather than asking Louis. “What it boils down to is that people who have left the Family generally aren’t invited, and people who have joined the Family are. As an example Francis is only invited because he’s Mother’s consort and joined the Family that way, my first consort will be invited to wider Family events for the same reason. When Louis is consorted to another Family - and unless he falls desperately in love with someone inside the Family he will be consorted to another Family; he’s attracted to women at least as much as to men, and he’s Mother’s son so he’s too high ranked to be given to anyone of our generation inside the Family - he won’t be invited to wider Family events any longer. My sister Marie’s another example of leaving the Family, although she did it by taking an outside spouse and changing her name to found a new Family, and that’s a bit more complicated since her children and grandchildren will get trust funds from Terenev money, but aren’t considered Terenevs unless they ask to rejoin the Family.”
“Will Louis change his name when he’s consorted to another Family then?” Hilary had a faint frown on his face, and somehow the expression looked charming on him. “And what about pleasure slaves like me? I just assumed we were one of the exceptions, but you didn’t mention us.”
“That wasn’t explained at the Facility?” Hilary just blinked in clear confusion. “Alright, I thought you knew some of this already. When you’re released from your contract you’ll get partial access to a trust fund that was started with a tenth of your purchase price. It’s managed now by the same people who manage my trust fund, and I pay so much into your trust fund a year, but that doesn’t matter for this discussion. What matters is that the initial seed money for your trust fund came from the Terenev Family Accounts, which means that you’re part of the Family in a way. You don’t have the right to use the name Terenev, and depending on what happens when you’re released from your contract you’ll either get the right to use our name then, or be considered to have left the Family. And I don’t know if Louis will change his name when he’d consorted, it depends on what his contract says, but his children won’t be Terenevs. I know that Jerome’s contract gives him the right to use our name, but he never had a name of his own.”
“Because he used to be your mother’s pleasure slave?” Hilary sounded almost as if he thought he was doing something wrong just by asking the question, and Armand leaned to kiss him on the temple in reassurance.
“Yes. A consort from outside the Families would probably end up taking our name as well, but I just don’t know if Mother intends to consort Louis to a Family our equal or a Family inferior to us, or what position the sire she has in mind for him holds in her Family.”
“It’s politics isn’t it?” Hilary smiled as he asked that question, and Armand couldn’t help smiling back at him.
“Yes, it is. I’ve been training for this sort of politics all my life, and I still miss things sometimes. It really isn’t something that affects you yet, might not ever affect you unless you end up in the same sort of position Jerome’s in; second consort to a lousy first.” He hoped that didn’t happen, that his consort would be well trained enough to run his household properly without making Hilary do it for her since he wasn’t sure Hilary would be up to that, even in five years time.
“If you decide you want to keep me as your consort.”
“And if you decide you want to stay with me.” Hilary needed to understand that he would have the ability to say no if he wanted to leave Armand when the time came. Hilary didn’t seem interested in continuing the conversation, and over dinner they kept conversation light, discussing plays and operas, letting Armand pick out an opera he thought Hilary might enjoy in Catalyan afterwards.
“I’ve got more discs in Catalyan which should help you learn it if that what you decide on.” Hilary settled down beside him as the disc started, and they watched the disc together, with Hilary occasionally asking a question about the action on screen.
Armand had slipped his arm around Hilary’s waist at some point while they’d been watching the opera, and Hilary had moved to lean against him, his head on Armand’s shoulder without really noticing it. He’d mostly understood what was going on without needing too much explanation, and he’d enjoyed watching the disc with his master, and he really enjoyed being held by his master. He hadn’t really expected to feel safe with his master, not so quickly, but...Armand had defended him from Jean, verbally at least, and given him permission to be rude to anyone who made trouble about him being a pleasure slave and he’d made a point of explaining things to Hilary. He lifted his head, pulling back a bit, feeling surprisingly reluctant to do so, but needing the space to look at Armand.
“Is this the weekend?” He knew what the days of the week were, in theory anyway, but they’d never kept track of what day it was in the Facility. Well, the staff probably did, but he hadn’t been able to, not really and he didn’t quite understand what was considered the weekend.
“Hmmm...guess it depends. This is Friday even some people count that as part of the weekend, but some people say it’s just Saturday and Sunday that make up the weekend. Does it matter?” Armand frowned a bit as he asked the question...obviously it wasn’t something freeborn people ever considered.
“No, I just wasn’t sure what day it was today. I thought it might be Friday, I...vaguely remember that yesterday you said you’d planned to start having sex with me this evening, or over the weekend, so I guessed today might be the day just before the weekend, but I wasn’t certain.”
“You made a good guess then.” Armand smiled almost indulgently and pulled Hilary back against his side. “Was that a hint? Do you want to start having sex with me now?”
That wasn’t a question he could really answer, it wasn’t his place to say when or if they had sex; it was Armand’s decision, but...he had been told that some masters preferred their pleasure slaves to initiate things for some reason. He just didn’t know if he dared, how he’d know whether his master wanted him to make a move or not; and how he’d react if Hilary made unwelcome advances...no, wait, he’d offered himself yesterday, when his master hadn’t planned on having sex, and he hadn’t been punished for that.
“If you aren’t too tired, yes, I would.” He murmured his response, lowering his eyes demurely, to match his voice, even if Armand wouldn’t see that.
“No, I’m not too tired, but...don’t we need something to make it easier if we go for full sex? I didn’t know I’d be getting a man, so I don’t have anything that will work for that yet.”
“There’s other things we can do, things that don’t need lube.” He shifted around in Armand’s arms so that he could reach to unfasten his shirt - Armand had already removed his jacket, putting it in with the laundry before they’d eaten. “I...you aren’t angry that I was just wearing a tunic?” He probably shouldn’t remind his master that he might have a reason to be angry with him, but he needed reassurance that he’d made the right decision.
“No.” Armand took hold of Hilary at the waist, lifting him up to straddle Armand’s lap and stroking his hands up against his ribs underneath his tunic. “You weren’t going to leave the apartment, and this is your home, you have the right to be comfortable here. Still...I think we’ll get you a robe tomorrow, I hadn’t thought of it before, but I’d prefer it if you had a robe on over your tunic when some of my family visit.”
“I understand.” Either there were some of his family Armand didn’t trust to keep their hands off him, or some of the people Armand would allow in his home were prudes. And thinking along those lines Hilary realised the other problem. “And you certainly don’t want me dealing with officials or people who work for you wearing just this.”
“No, no I don’t. They won’t respect you if you look like this.” Armand shook his head, then smiled. “So, what ideas did you have that we won’t need lube for? Just remember, I want you to enjoy yourself as well.”
“Ah...I will.” Even if he hadn’t really expected that and Hilary searched his mind for a couple of options to present instead of the blow job he’d intended to offer. “I thought I could undress you and you could take my tunic off and we could kiss and pet each other for a bit, then we could jerk each other off, or sort of rub up against each other, or I could press my legs together and you could rub between them, between my thighs.”
“That sounds odd. What would you get out of it?” Hilary hadn’t expected Armand to know less about sex than he did. Maybe he should have, he’d been trained in at least the theory of a lot of techniques and positions, but he’d assumed his master would have a lot more practical experience than Armand seemed to.
“I’d be rubbing up against your stomach when you did that, or you could jerk me off. Or you could put me on my hands and knees, rub your cock against my ass and reach around to jerk me off like that.” He kept on working on Armand’s buttons as he spoke, then leaned forward to kiss his shoulder as he pushed the shirt back.
“That...sounds good.” What did? Well it didn’t matter, he’d do whatever pleased his master best. “We can fold my trousers into a pad for your knees. I don’t want to get the rug dirty because it would be hard to clean up.” The last suggestion it was then.
“Or the bed, right before we go to sleep? And...we could always use a couple of cushions from the sofa for my knees?”
“Yeah.” Armand took hold of his chin and kissed Hilary deeply before he continued, leaving him feeling just a little light-headed. “We’ll need to get up early tomorrow, since I’ve booked Julio for most of the day.” Hilary must have shown some sign of his reluctance because Armand laughed, stroking his cheek as he spoke. “I know, it’s not exactly how I’d prefer to spend the day either, but you need more clothes, and there might be things there that I haven’t thought about getting that you need.”
“Yes Armand.” Hilary wriggled backwards on Armand’s lap, relieved when he got the hint and let go so that Hilary could slide to kneel in front of him and begin working on unfastening Armand’s trousers.
“Hold on a bit.” Hilary paused at once and sat back on his heels, looking up as Armand shrugged his shirt off, revealing his well-defined muscles, then reached down to take hold of Hilary’s tunic and lift it off over Hilary’s head as Hilary lifted his arms to make it easier. “Go on then.” Armand reached down, stroking Hilary’s hair as he unfastened Armand’s belt and trousers before pulling back and moving down to pull the laces of Armand’s shoes loose, and take them off. Hilary set Armand’s shoes to one side and pulled off his socks as well, before sitting back on his heels.
“You’ll need to stand up now.” He’d be much happier if Armand would just take charge, direct him the way he’d been taught to expect, but Hilary could adapt, and he knew better than to try to give any orders. Armand didn’t seem to mind his suggestion though and pulled Hilary up to his feet and against him for a kiss as he stood. Hilary knew he should help Armand take his trousers and underwear off, but he couldn’t resist the urge to touch him, running his hands up over Armand’s back and clutching at his shoulders.
Armand laughed, one arm still around Hilary’s waist, the other hand lifting to stroke his hair before falling to his side. “That’s nice, just stay as you are for a bit.”
“Ah...yes Armand.” So his master liked Hilary to cling to him. Hilary dipped his head, rubbing his cheek against Armand’s shoulder and kissing his neck while Armand stroked his hair a bit more, then stopped so that he could use that hand to push his trousers down. Hilary stumbled backwards when Armand stepped forward out of his trousers and underwear, and he made a sound of protest before thinking, a sound that was only kept soft by his training.
“Sorry, didn’t think, but I don’t have room to step back.”
“Ah, no, you wouldn’t. I didn’t think about that.” He hadn’t really thought at all, but Armand didn’t seem angry as he lifted Hilary up so he could wrap his legs around Armand’s waist. “Ah...that was what you wanted?”
“Don’t worry about what I want, just enjoy yourself for now.” Armand kissed him again as he turned and put Hilary down on the sofa. Then Armand knelt down, running his hand down Hilary’s side, before he gathered all their scattered clothes and put them to one side. He moved gracefully, but it wasn’t the grace Hilary was used to seeing back at The Facility, it was something else, something exotic and breathtaking. Hilary hesitated, then ran his hands down his body to his half-hard cock, stroking himself until he reached full hardness, letting his eyes fall half-closed and his lips fall open to enhance the effect of the show he was putting on. Armand’s soft gasp told him that it was working, that he was pleasing his master - and enjoying it more than he’d thought he might.
“Come back up here and kiss me, please?” Armand did more than that; he wrapped one arm around Hilary to cup his ass while the other hand wandered up and down his torso as they kissed and Hilary let his own hands explore Armand’s body, feeling the muscle underlying his skin and covering his bones. Eventually Armand broke away, and they just stared at each other for a moment, catching their breath and calming their racing pulses - or at least Hilary needed to catch his breath and let his pulse come back to normal.
“Think we should move to the floor now?”
“Yeah, that sounds good.” Hilary half-thought he’d have risked suggesting it himself if Armand hadn’t, and he followed Armand’s example by grabbing the nearest cushions and tossing them to the floor. That should be enough and he slid down to the floor to arrange them so that he could rest comfortably on hands and knees before glancing over his shoulder with a smile. “I’m ready now.”
“Good.” Armand came to kneel behind him stroking his back and sweeping his hair forward before leaning over him, cock pressed against Hilary’s ass as he kissed the nape of Hilary’s neck. He reached around to stroke Hilary’s cock as he moved against his ass and Hilary shut his eyes to enjoy it, the feel of his master’s hand warm on his cock, his cock pressing hard and hot against his ass, rubbing against him and Armand’s breath hot against his neck and ear.
Armand came first, hot seed covering Hilary’s back, and sooner than he’d expected, and Armand sat back on his heels, pulling Hilary with him, into his lap to hold him against his chest as he stroked Hilary’s cock a few more times, enough to bring him to a rapid climax.
“Thank you.”
“What for?” Armand sounded as if he really didn’t understand why Hilary was grateful and he twisted around just a little awkwardly to kiss him.
“Caring about me, about whether or not I enjoy this.”
“I...it was my pleasure. We need to clean ourselves up before we go to bed.” And he couldn’t get up while Hilary was sitting on him. Hilary got up slowly and Armand followed him then they cleaned up together before going to bed together.
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