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Graham couldn't sleep...
Every time he closed his eyes he saw Doctor Arcane's face. Or Tony Yiu's face. The latter image startled him. And the fact of it worried him.
He felt it was somehow cheating on the Doctor. Which, he told himself, was just plain stupid. He was not in any kind of a relationship with the Doctor – well, he was, but it was certainly nothing intimate – and he had barely even touched Tony.
Although he'd felt, several times, that he wanted to. The man was kind, easy to get on with, and – he had to admit it – very attractive.
NO! He belonged to Arcane. He always had done. It didn't matter that the Doctor didn't reciprocate. That wasn't important. What mattered was that he was loyal, faithful, devoted, completely dependable. He must never give the Doctor any cause to doubt his dedication...
Why? He doesn't deserve it. Look at how he treats you. Bullies you. Humiliates you in front of others. Takes out his own frustrations on you.
He's a brilliant man. He's entitled.
Entitled to make you feel worthless?
If he wants to.
Don't be so bloody spineless! Stand up for yourself, man.
Graham rubbed his hand across his eyes.
He means so much to me. Not just because I love him – it's everything else as well. Just being with him, being able to say I'm Doctor Anton Arcane's personal assistant – it's wonderful. It earns me respect in the outside world.
And I'm safe here. I know what to expect, how to behave, what's expected of me. I don't want to upset that.
How would grabbing a little happiness upset that?
It's Doctor Arcane. You know how jealous he is. How he always needs to be in control. If I break that... there's no saying what he might do.
Then don't tell him! What you do in your own time is none of his business.
But what if someone else tells him?
Now you're being paranoid.
Hey, don't knock it! It's kept me alive all these years...
You call this being alive? This snivelling, fawning, butt-kissing, cowed existence is not being alive...
Graham turned onto his side and curled up in a foetal ball, fists over his ears, incipient tears stinging his eyes.
Shutupshutupshutupshutup...
The mocking inner voice faded as he forced himself to focus, to write formulae on a blackboard in his mind. Slowly his breathing calmed, his mind settled, and he was able to uncurl a little.
But he was too overwrought to consider sleep. Perhaps a little reading might help. He was too physically weary to think about playing his guitar, but maybe some music would relax him...
No, he didn't feel like venturing out of bed to find a tape. And he didn't have any books or journals handy either. Tired and twitchy and frustrated, what he really wanted was someone to hold.
And Yiu was right next door.
It was so tempting, especially after the Doctor's behaviour this evening. But self-preservation won out, again. He didn't dare risk it.
He was aching, though. The thought of Yiu, so close yet so out of the question, had sparked that warmth in his groin, and he knew sleep would be impossible until he took care of it. Eh well. He was no stranger to masturbation. Obviously he'd prefer company, but since that was impossible... He slid his hand down his belly, skimming over the surface of his rapidly swelling cock, wishing the hand was Arcane's. Or Yiu's. Or someone else's...
Sighing, he reached for the lubricant in the drawer of his night-stand, squeezing a small blob into his hand then stroking his erection, shivering as his cock responded to the cool slickness. Cupping his balls in his other hand, he imagined Arcane naked beside him, that lean smooth body stretched and tense, lips slightly parted and eyes closed as he fondled himself... Graham gasped as he came, grabbing for a tissue and mopping himself clean, then groaning: it had been too fast, he still felt... unsatisfied.
He lay on his back, running his nails over his chest, across his nipples, teasing his limp cock with the other hand, imagining the hands were Arcane's – Arcane's elegant hands stroking him, tugging gently on his hair at chest and groin, pinching his nipples... His cock responded, swelling and rising, the blissful ache growing low down in his belly. He shuddered as he imagined Arcane's lips around his erection, tongue licking him, mouth sucking... He swallowed a cry as he came for the second time, tensing, sweat breaking out over his body. Gasping, he slumped, fumbling for another tissue, swiping at the cooling semen on his belly then rolling onto his side, finally ready to sleep.
He dreamed of Yiu.
As the alarm went off at six, Graham woke with a headache, feeling sluggish and still tired. He vaguely remembered his sleep being plagued by unpleasant dreams – not quite nightmares – but couldn't recall any details, just that they had resulted in an uneasy, un-restful night. He dragged himself to the shower, setting it for cooler than normal in an attempt to wake himself up, then threw on some clothes and headed outwards.
As always, Yiu was waiting for him outside the door – and Graham flushed as he suddenly remembered the content of some of the dreams. Yiu greeted him cheerfully.
'Breakfast, sir?'
Graham kept his head lowered, afraid his eyes would be too revealing.
'Yeah. Better get something for Doctor Arcane too...'
'Ah Graham. Good.' Arcane absently took the brioche his assistant handed him and bit into it, washing it down with a swallow of coffee. 'Busy day today. First I want you to enter this data into the central database and correlate the results.' He shoved a thick stack of papers into Graham's arms. 'Depending on those results, I'll be able to advance our latest genetic project in the direction our clients require.' He folded his arms, face assuming a predatory expression. 'Just think, Graham – a toxin that targets specific racial types through their DNA. Ethnic cleansing at a distance.' He shook his head. 'Very nasty. But so beautifully deniable...'
'Yes sir.'
Arcane sighed happily, then glowered at his assistant.
'Well, what are you waiting for? Get to work.'
The data entry computer was in the antechamber to the Doctor's main lab. Graham resigned himself to several hours of repetitive, painstaking typing. At least the room was comfortable, and had its own coffee machine.
Five hours later he was roused from the data-entry trance he'd fallen into by the Doctor's irritated voice. Pausing his typing, he shook his head and blinked, glancing towards the door. Arcane stood there, face thunderous.
'Are you actually awake, Graham? You'd better not have made any mistakes...'
'I haven't, Doctor.'
'If I find you have...' He scowled. 'There'll be hell to pay.'
'You won't, sir.'
'I'd better not.' He frowned, trying to remember what he wanted. Oh yes... 'It's lunchtime. Go and rustle me up something nutritious to eat, there's a good chap.'
Yiu saluted as Graham exited the elevator.
'Lunchtime sir?'
'Yeah.' Graham paused, blinking in the sunlight, and stretched, rubbing at his lower back. Yiu inclined his head.
'Been sitting too long?'
'Yeah...'
'Want a massage?'
Graham just stopped himself from saying yes, and glanced at the soldier, uncertain whether he was joking or not. Yiu raised an eyebrow.
'I've had training, sir.'
To his intense annoyance, Graham found himself blushing, but for once he tried not to hide his face.
'Yeah, I'd like that.' Well, it would help him work more effectively if he wasn't being distracted by an aching back, wouldn't it...
Yiu checked his watch.
'When are you due back? We might have time for a quick session now.'
Graham considered the question. If he made something for the Doctor that required oven-cooking, he could leave it while Yiu worked his magic. Well, what Graham hoped would be magic anyway. He nodded.
'Yeah, I think so.'
Yiu grinned.
'Great! So let's get organised.'
Leaving the guinea fowl safely roasting slowly, Graham and Yiu hastened back to the assistant's suite. Yiu glanced around appraisingly, then moved to the bed, testing its firmness.
'It's not ideal, but will certainly do for now. Can you lay a large towel over it, sir, while I get the oil? Then strip and lie face down? If you're comfortable with that, I mean. If not, leave your shorts on.'
Graham nodded speechlessly, feeling his cock stir at the words, and gazed after the lieutenant as Yiu headed for his own room. As the door closed he dived for the bathroom for a towel, then undressed at record speed. By the time Yiu returned he was lying, tense and trembling, face down on the bed.
'Ah, good sir. I'll be right with you.'
Graham stared as inconspicuously as he could as Yiu locked the door, then briskly removed his own clothes down to his briefs.
He had a beautiful body, lean and muscular and golden... Graham shivered, and Yiu rested a hand on his shoulder.
'Easy sir. I'm not going to do anything... unseemly. Normally you'd be on a proper massage bed, and I'd stay fully clothed, but there isn't one in the complex. I'll get one ordered later, but for now I'm going to have to sit on your legs to reach your back, and this will be much more comfortable for us both. Are you OK with this sir?'
Graham managed to croak out a 'yeah', and Yiu patted his shoulder.
'If at any time you feel any discomfort or you aren't happy with anything I do, just say and we'll stop.'
'OK...' The anticipation was making Graham sweat, and his cock was swelling under him. He shifted slightly to allow for the erection he knew was about to make itself thoroughly known, and was grateful that he only needed to lie on his front.
'Good.' Yiu climbed onto the bed and settled himself over Graham's thighs, his knees resting to either side of the assistant's backside, holding him firmly but gently. The assistant shuddered as the pressure – and the feel of Yiu's cotton-encased genitals resting against the sensitive skin where his buttocks met his thighs – sent a surge of lust through his groin.
'OK?'
Unable to speak, Graham nodded shakily.
'Good. This may feel a little cold to start with...'
Graham gasped as he felt cool oil pooling in the hollow of his back: moments later he groaned as strong hands smoothed it into his skin. Then Yiu shifted slightly – and the next thing Graham felt was strong fingers firmly working the muscles of his lower back, stroking and kneading rhythmically.
He very nearly came. The whole situation was intensely erotic, the sensation of the other man sitting on him, thumbs pressing either side of his spine while the fingers massaged deeply into the flesh of his hips and the upper part of his buttocks while he lay here, naked and vulnerable... the stuff of fantasies. He lay as still as he could, unaware of the tiny thrusting motions his hips were making as his cock hardened further. After ten minutes Yiu paused.
'OK, Graham?'
There was a smile in his voice. Graham shivered and whimpered a shaky 'yes' – and Yiu leaned forward to kiss between his shoulderblades as his hands slid over the crest of the assistant's hips to stroke the hollows just above his groin. And Graham did come at that, feeling his buttocks tense, belly twitching as he moaned quietly.
Yiu let him lie for a moment, fingers gently kneading, then slowly slid his hands back to Graham's lumbar region, resuming the rhythmic massage as he leaned down again to murmur in Graham's ear.
'Forgive me. I couldn't resist the temptation...'
Graham twisted his head to glance over his shoulder, finding himself eye to chocolate-brown eye with the guard.
'Th... thank you...'
Yiu kissed his cheek.
'You seemed tense. You're a lot less stressed now.'
'... feel like I'm melting...'
Yiu chuckled, stroked firmly down his ribs, pressing deeply and soothingly into the slope of his buttocks for another few minutes then finished off with a gentle tap to his lower back. Graham moaned again as he felt the wonderful pressure of the guard's weight lift from him.
'I'm sorry sir – but dinner will be cooked very shortly. We should perhaps get back to the Doctor.'
Graham nodded, feeling himself drifting into a doze. Yiu chuckled and patted his backside.
'You need to get up, Graham. Much as I'd love to keep you here, I think Doctor Arcane might be a little annoyed if you don't deliver his lunch...'
Sighing, Graham raised himself onto his elbows and nodded reluctantly.
'Yeah, I guess... Thanks. That was... wonderful.'
Yiu tilted his head enquiringly.
'Would you like me to work on you again, later? You have some deep-seated tension down your spine and across your shoulders that I can shift for you.'
Graham blushed, then nodded.
'That'd be great.'
Yiu gave him a brilliant smile.
'Good. After dinner then.' He pulled his clothes on quickly then saluted. 'I'll leave you for a couple of minutes to get ready, then we really must head over to the kitchens.'
'OK...' As the door closed Graham hauled himself upright, wiping himself down with the towel. He could really use a shower, but there was no time... Dragging his clothes back on he stretched and shook himself, startled to realise how deliciously relaxed and loose he felt. Even that nagging little ache below his left shoulder had gone. Yiu really did know his business.
But if he didn't get a move on Doctor Arcane's dinner would be ruined. Yiu at his side, he hastened to the kitchens, pulled the perfectly-cooked guinea fowl from the oven, added a little salad and slid it into the insulated container. Yiu smiled encouragingly.
'That should make up for any lateness...'
'You've been a whole bloody hour!' Arcane threw an empty test tube at his cringing assistant. 'What the hell do you think you've been up to?'
'I... I'm sorry, sir, it was a new recipe...'
'I told you at the beginning, your job here is as my assistant, not my bloody personal chef! I need those data within the next hour or there will be trouble.'
Graham hurried through to his interrupted data-entry and began work, only then realising that he hadn't had time to eat anything himself. Damn. Oh well, coffee would have to do. He drained a full mug and grimly bent his head to his computer, trying to ignore the delicious smells drifting in from the main lab where Arcane was tucking into his lunch...
He finished the data-entry with two minutes to spare. Afterwards Arcane had him correlating results from two previous experiments, one research into using ivy berries as a natural constituent of a new form of slow-acting nerve gas; the other an investigation into the use of yew leaves as a toxin in foods – another painstaking and very boring task. He found himself drinking a lot of coffee just to stay awake...
Arcane glowered in the direction of the antechamber. There was something very suspicious going on.
Graham had arrived back from lunch looking a great deal happier and more relaxed than when he'd left the lab. Not to mention dishevelled, as though he'd been undressed then re-dressed in a hurry. He was moving differently too – more easily, more flexibly. And, the Doctor thought, sniffing discreetly, Graham smelt different, oddly musky. Admittedly Graham had a somewhat musky natural scent – it was quite pleasant, actually, light, slightly spicy, and very masculine – but this was different. Heavier. Darker. Sexier.
Just what, exactly, had he got up to while he was supposed to be at lunch?
Arcane gritted his teeth, desperate to know but constrained by his need to not appear the least bit interested in his assistant's personal life. It was beneath him to concern himself with the affairs of underlings.
But that didn't mean he couldn't make life very uncomfortable for the man...
Ten p.m. Yiu frowned to himself. Graham should have finished by now, surely? Arcane had left at six, heading into Houma for a business meeting and meal with several of his new clients, very influential people, apparently, and wasn't expected back until at least noon the following day. Graham hadn't been invited, of course, and Yiu had expected him to appear soon after his master had left the complex. Instead... here he was, still waiting for his ward. He hesitated for a moment, then decisively called for the elevator.
'Sir? Are you here?'
A weary voice answered Yiu.
'In here Tony...'
Yiu walked through to the antechamber, appalled to see how exhausted Graham looked.
'Sir, what are you doing?'
One hand indicated a stack of folders on the desk.
'Data-entry.'
'What – all that? Tonight?'
'As soon as possible.' Graham rested his elbows on the desk and sunk his head into his hands. 'I... I can't do it all tonight. I'm too tired, I'm going to make mistakes. Then I'll have to do it all again.'
Yiu rested both hands on Graham's shoulders.
'It's gone ten, sir, and you've had no food since breakfast. Doctor Arcane won't be back until midday. You should stop now, eat and rest and continue tomorrow.'
Graham nodded wearily.
'Yeah. Makes sense.' He rubbed at his eyes. 'Too tired to cook though.'
'I'll make something for you. You go have a shower and relax.'
'But...' Graham twisted to look up at his guard. 'You sure you don't mind?'
'I'd enjoy it, sir.'
Graham still hesitated, then slumped with a sigh.
'Thank you.'
Yiu patted his shoulder.
'My pleasure. Come on – up you get.'
Yiu accompanied Graham up to his suite, then hastened over to the kitchens. The quickest and easiest meal he could make just now was a stir-fry, which would have to do. He made a double portion – he also hadn't had much to eat today – and hurried it back to the assistant's quarters, arriving as Graham finished dressing – in loose sweat pants and a teeshirt – after his shower. Yiu grinned as he served the meal on the small table at the window.
'Here you go sir. Nothing special, but it should keep you going.'
Graham eyed the plate piled with steaming strips of beef, peppers, bean sprouts and water chestnuts on a bed of rice with hungry eyes and smiled gratefully at Yiu.
'Smells wonderful.'
'Then please, enjoy.'
They ate in silence, Graham wolfing down his portion then sitting back with a satisfied sigh.
'Thank you. That was great.'
'You're welcome.' Yiu eyed him appraisingly. 'Still up for a massage?'
Graham bit his lip. He was very tired, yes, almost aching with the need to sleep – but the thought of Yiu's hands on him again... He could feel his cock responding already. He nodded, and Yiu grinned.
'Good. You get the towel, I'll go get the oil. And get changed.'
Graham was naked and lying on his front when Yiu returned a few minutes later, in similar sweat pants and teeshirt to the assistant. He seated himself on the edge of the bed and ran a finger down Graham's spine, making him shiver.
'Will it bother you if I'm naked, too?'
Graham swallowed in a suddenly dry mouth. He knew he wasn't the most imaginative man in the world, but even he knew what was going to happen if he said no.
And god, he really wanted it!
He shook his head, and Yiu leaned down to kiss his shoulder.
'Thank you, Graham...'
The oh-so-welcome weight settled on his thighs again, only this time he could feel the heavy softness of Yiu's balls, the hardening flesh of his swelling penis as it nudged delicately between Graham's buttocks. Yiu scratched lightly down Graham's back, and the assistant shivered, skin sensitised and aching for Yiu's touch. The guard chuckled quietly.
'Let's take our time...'
As earlier, the cool oil pooled in the small of Graham's back, and Yiu slowly and luxuriously spread it over his skin. And then...
It was almost as though he unleashed some sort of sensuous, sexual animal part of himself. Graham was stroked and kneaded, lightly scratched and nibbled, from neck to toes, Yiu twisting to work on his legs and feet. Graham moaned and whimpered and cried out, and very nearly came at least four times, but bit down on the need, wanting to be facing Yiu, touching him, when he finally allowed himself that release.
Yiu shifted himself back to his original position and tugged lightly at Graham's shoulder.
'Turn over?'
'Oh yeah...' Yiu lifted himself slightly as Graham twisted to lie on his back, erection freed and throbbing. He wasn't sure whether to be pleased or worried at Yiu's look of part shock, part wonder as the guard's gaze settled on his groin.
OK. So when the sergeant said assets, he really, really meant assets. I'm going to need a lot of lubrication for this...
'Are... are you OK...?' Graham sounded so worried. Yiu grinned and ran a finger down the impressive girth of the cock pressing hard against his own.
'Oh yes, Graham. I'm absolutely fine.'
Trembling, Graham wrapped the fingers of one hand around Yiu's cock, the other cupping a muscular buttock. His eyes closed as he moaned quietly, a shiver dancing over his body. Yiu smiled down: Graham in ecstasy was a beautiful sight. He dribbled a little oil over the assistant's impressive penis and quickly stroked it all over the rigid flesh, trying hard not to provide too much stimulation: Graham peered up at him curiously.
'Tony? What are you doing?'
'Preparing you, Graham. I want to enjoy this too.'
'But...' Graham frowned. 'Shouldn't I be doing that to you?'
Yiu stared at him for a moment, then the light dawned.
'Haven't you topped before?'
Graham blushed and lowered his gaze.
'... no...'
Yiu's eyebrows climbed half way to his hairline. What a fucking waste. How could anyone see that wonderful cock and not want it in them? He leaned down and brushed a kiss over Graham's lips.
'You do tonight...'
Graham stared at him, eyes huge, then pulled his head down, kissing him clumsily but fiercely, incoherent with anticipation. His other hand groped blindly at the nightstand for the lubricant, fumbling the top off and awkwardly slathering his erection. Yiu chuckled softly and caught his hand.
'Slowly, Graham.'
'Can't... can't wait... don't know how... how long...'
And Yiu could feel the assistant's penis quivering against his own. He wished, fleetingly, he'd brought a cockring with him – but then, if he had any say in the matter there would be plenty of occasions for that in the future. In the meantime – well, there were methods of slowing his partner down.
'... please...'
Graham was begging. Yiu leaned to down to gently bite a nipple, then raised his body, eased the slick head of Graham's penis into position, then very very slowly slid down an inch, hands resting firmly on Graham's hips to prevent him from thrusting upwards.
Graham whimpered and gritted his teeth.
'... T... Tony...'
'Shhhh... I know...'
He tensed his own jaw and relaxed his lower body and slid down another couple of inches, resolutely ignoring the burning sensation and focussing on the deliriously happy expression on Graham's face. If he could just angle things so this beautiful monster rubbed his prostate...
It took him a couple more minutes to ease Graham's cock completely into him, and by the time he was fully seated his partner was sweating, hands gripping his hips so tightly there'd be bruises tomorrow. As Yiu rested for a moment, forcing himself to become accustomed to the size of the penis inside him, he leaned forwards to kiss Graham again, swallowing the man's moan then shifting to nip at his earlobe..
'OK?'
'.... yeah.... Please, can I move?'
'Not yet. Let me.'
Whimpering, Graham did his best to lie still while Yiu raised himself until just the very tip of Graham's cock was in him, then slid down smoothly and powerfully, bucking his hips forwards slightly as Graham moaned, eyes closing as he clutched at Yiu's shoulders.
'Ohgodohgodohgod...'
Yiu grinned.
'Good?'
But Graham was incoherent with need and lust and it seemed too cruel to make him wait much longer. Yiu set up a rhythm, steady but not too fast, and after a moment Graham picked it up, thrusting forcefully upwards into the lean body above him. Aroused as he was, he still managed to last for several minutes before grabbing Yiu tightly to him, quivering and gasping as he came.
'... oh... oh god...'
Yiu nipped lightly at his jaw, then kissed him leisurely, gently amused by the languid response. Not the greatest of kissers, his Graham, but not to worry. He'd learn.
Graham sighed with contentment, then shifted slightly, frowning up at Yiu.
'You didn't come?' He slid a hand between their bodies, grasping Yiu's still-erect cock. 'You... you didn't enjoy it?'
Yiu stared at him for a moment, then laughed.
'Oh Graham... Yes, sweetheart, I enjoyed it very much. It's just that you're... quite large, and it's been a while for me.'
Graham's face fell.
'I hurt you.'
Yiu knelt up and cupped his face in both hands.
'No, you did not. Tonight was for you, in any case. Next time we'll be more in tune.'
'Next time?'
'Well yes...' Yiu frowned. 'There is going to be a next time, isn't there? Unless you'd rather not...'
'God no! I mean yes. I mean, yes please I want there to be a next time.' He gazed up, running a hand over Yiu's smooth muscular chest, thumb flicking a nipple. 'I don't understand why you'd want to though.'
Oh Graham, Graham... what has happened to you to make you so lacking in self-esteem? Is it Arcane? Previous partners? Yiu kissed him, tongue twining against his own.
'You underestimate yourself, Graham. You shouldn't. You are very attractive. Maybe not conventionally, but conventional is boring. You're anything but.'
'Oh.' Graham frowned, then wriggled as his cock slid wetly out of Yiu's body, semen oozing over his balls. He wrapped his fingers back around Yiu's penis.
'I could take care of this for you though.'
For a moment a delicious montage of images flashed through Yiu's mind – his cock buried in Graham's warm body, Graham's mouth wrapped around his erection, fucking the assistant in the shower, over his desk, being fucked – but a quick glimpse at his bedmate's face changed his mind. Graham was exhausted. Yiu chuckled and kissed him lightly.
'Tell you what, let's just do this...' He wrapped his own fingers around Graham's, helping him to make a tight tunnel for his cock, then stroked rhythmically. It didn't take long for him to come, spurting over their entwined fingers with a satisfied sigh.
'Thank you.' He kissed Graham's cheek: the man was half asleep though struggling to stay awake. 'Normally I'd suggest a shower, but I think this once we can just sleep.' He grinned at Graham's tired whimper. 'We'll shower in the morning. Rest now.'
And Graham snuggled into him, head resting on his shoulder, and dropped into an exhausted, happy sleep.
© 2010 Jan 3rd Joules
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