Page 28 of Forge the Blade

“Don’t let go.”

Sevastyan

Sevastyan gripped Rei’s wrist, blind. He turned his head, not wanting to injure his beautiful boy. Rei rolled towards Sevastyan, resting on his belly. His eyes were wide, fixed on Sevastyan’s face, past the planes of Ellisandre’s thighs. Lisa braced him from the other side, protectively wrapped around him.

Rei stretched his arm towards Sevastyan, giving Sevastyan room to move. Ellisandre gripped Sevastyan’s hair, bringing his attention back to them. “Don’t let go.”

“Elli.”

Ellisandre’s eyes lit up from within. They bent over him. “Mine.”

They kissed him, biting his lip, one hand running down his uninjured side to the waist of his pants. Their hand in his hair pinned him to the bed. They stripped him, one handed, leaving him hard and bare beneath them. His eyes closed and his back arched as they grasped him between the legs.

“Don’t let go,” Ellisandre ordered.

He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He shouted as his goddex swallowed him down, their hands on his hips gripping him as if he were their last meal on earth and his cum the elixir of life.

Episode 8

Rei

Rei woke but his eyes stayed shut, like always, while he waited for his other senses to reveal either what had woken him, or what was happening around him. There was warmth in the bed beside him, but the shape and sound was not Sevastyan. It felt like Lisa. There were voices, two of them filtering in from another room: Sevastyan and Ellisandre.

He was in the Bolthole. And just like that, everything from the previous day came back. He fluttered his eyes open. Lisa was right beside him, still slumbering, his fist just under his chin, hand tight even in rest. Rei reached out, wincing as his ribs complained, and put his hand over Lisa’s. The other slave did not wake, but his hand slowly unclenched.

Perhaps going back to sleep would be a good idea. But Rei’s body was having none of that. He needed the toilet and he needed it now. Pushing up slowly, he grimaced against the pain in his ribs. With his ankle aching, it was hard to back out of the covers and over the side of the bed. Maybe there were more pain meds he could have. Everything had not hurt quite this much the day before. Third days were almost always worse.

He drew the door open slowly. It was Sevastyan and Ellisandre speaking in the living room. They both turned towards him as he hopped towards the toilet, keeping weight off his injured ankle. Sevastyan stood and came forward, holding out his hand. “We’ll have crutches here later today.”

Rei bowed his head in acknowledgement. Sevastyan wrapped his arm around Rei’s waist and Rei melted towards him. “Toilet?”

“Yes, Master.”

Sevastyan maneuvered both of them inside the tight space of the bathroom. After all the years together, the months of recovery from the burns, and the sessions of healing from scenes, Sevastyan’s hands were light and practiced. They reached the toilet and Sevastyan started to lean down.

“Master, the gun shot,” Rei whispered. He tried to raise his eyes but he couldn’t. Too many people around, too few minutes away from sleep to find a way to shake off his training and relax enough to look up without being given instruction.

“It’s fine, as long as I move slow.” Sevastyan helped Rei sit and kept a hand on his shoulder. “Your back, how much does it hurt?”

Rei winced. He was trying not to think about his back. Nor was he sure he wanted to know what it looked like now. Being thrown into the desk and then slammed a few other times had done damage. His shoulder blades were particularly sore.

He leaned against Sevastyan’s hip and closed his eyes, letting his body do what it needed to do.

“Let’s get you showered,” Sevastyan said.

“Let me.” Ellisandre spoke from the doorway. It wasn’t closed. Rei flushed and dropped his eyes, but he didn’t hide.

Hiding from shame was not permitted.

“You shouldn’t get your bandages wet. We just replaced them,” Ellisandre said to Sevastyan. “I can help Rei in the shower.”

It was nothing. It should be nothing. And yet, it was something, for all that he didn’t want it to be. But he wouldn’t give it a name, he wouldn’t look at it closely. All he had to do was continue to breathe and move and not name whatever Ellisandre’s choice was doing to him.

Sevastyan wavered, then nodded. “I’ll stay here and watch. Let me get the waterproof covers.”

Rei kept his head down, fiercely thankful Sevastyan was staying, even if it felt like a production for something as small as a shower. And it was good to get clean. He couldn’t help but remember, as Ellisandre’s hand steadied him under the water, how those same hands had pinned his master’s hips to the bed the night before, and that mouth—further up than Rei dared bring his eyes at the moment—had swallowed down his master’s cock and made him come, groaning and cursing, his stomach tight and pulsing.

And now those hands were touching him. Rei waited to feel something, anything, jealousy, fear . . . something.