Pairing: Gerard Way/Raymond Toro
Notes: Follow up to Commission/Presentation. This probably woulda been done sooner but zzz. This had the working title of Favour but I didn't like that enough. I really, really love writing Raymond.
Notes2: Last dreamwidth repost for today
I stood before Raymond Toro's door, my palms sweating a little. I was nervous because of why I was here. I swallowed, and shuffled from one foot to other. Well, it was now or never. I pressed the doorbell and waited.
I'd not told Michael about the favour I'd received as payment last week, nor had I told him the real reason I was here. I'd simply told him that I'd received a summons from Raymond and that was that.
After what felt like forever, but was likely only a minute or two, the door opened and there stood Raymond's slave, the paler skinned on. "Master Way." He said in greeting, inclining his head slightly. "Master didn't say you were coming, please come in."
I stepped inside, realising that this was my first time here without being invited directly or bringing a work for him. "That's because he isn't expecting me." I told the slave as he closed the door behind me. "I hope I'm not disturbing him."
The slave shook his head, his curls bouncing from the motion. "He's just finished eating. Come, I'll take you to him." I nodded and followed him as he led me into to the room that I'd helped decorate. "Master, Master Way is here to see you." The slave spoke softly, stepping to one side and indicating for me to enter.
The room now had a few more furnishings that were new. There was a lamp clearly made out of a spine and a few other bone sculptures. The light fittings were all different, clearly newly installed since my last visit. He was sat on the sofa, a drink in hand and he smiled. "Ah Gerard, so good to see you again." His warm smile put me at ease and he gestured to the seat beside him. He was, like before, dressed only in a pair of leather pants. "To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"
I took the offered seat and returned his smile. "Well, I was wondering if I could talk to you." I reached into my pocket, placing the card he'd given me on the table. This was new too, glass with the legs made from arm and leg bones. He raised an eyebrow and nodded, taking a drink.
"Alright." He smiled, setting is glass down before us. "Would you like a drink as we talk?"
"Please." I nodded and he clicked his fingers. I heard his slave pour wine into a glass and he bought it to us, setting it on the table before me. "Would you mind if we er..." I glanced at the slave, then back to Raymond. "Could we talk in private?"
He nodded, turning his attention to the slave. "Go."
"Yes Master." He whispered and left us without another word, to do what I did not know.
Raymond waited a few moments, taking another drink before speaking. I swallowed some of my own wine down, feeling I needed it. "Well now, I'm guessing this is something serious, or something you want no one else to know. You can trust me Gerard, whatever it is that you want to say or ask or whatever, you have my full attention." He nodded and touched my knee briefly, then sat back, his eyes on me.
I nodded a little and took a deep breath, knowing he was waiting for me. "There's something, something I've wanted for you for quite awhile, and because of this, I feel like I can ask.... Although it took me awhile to decide if I should."
He raised an eyebrow again. "I'm intrigued Gerard, really I am. What is it?"
"First I... No matter what I don't want this getting out, even to Micheal." Concern flashed over his face, a rare thing to see on anyone really. "Ok?"
"You have my word, whatever this is it won't leave this room." I nodded a little, knowing that he meant it.
"Alright. Good." I nodded to myself and took a deep breath. "I want you to fuck me." The words came out in a tumble despite myself. He looked confused for a moment, but I could see him process my words. I looked down at my drink, feeling my cheeks heat up.
"You want me to fuck you, did I hear you correctly?" I nodded a little and he let out a soft sigh, chuckling low in his throat. "And here I was thinking it was something serious." I swallowed and looked back at him and he was grinning. "I was expecting you to ask me to kill a dom that screwed either of you over or some shit like that, especially from the way you were making it sound."
I opened and closed my mouth, but I didn't know what to say. Was that a yes or a no?
He licked those plump lips of his and took a drink, finishing his glass before speaking once again. "I'm not blind Gerard. A lot of the masters that come here, I notice the way they look at me, the way they look at this." He reached between his legs, cupping his bulge. "They try and hide it, but I can see. Some are jealous but in some I can see the need. I've seen seen that need in you." He shrugged slightly, shifting his hand to his thigh. "Now some masters would take advantage of those that looked like that at them, but that's not me. I have at least some respect for my fellow masters, something which some sorely need." He paused for a moment and shook his head slightly, before looking at me and speaking again.
"I also know what you get up to." He nodded to me, tongue darting across those lips. "I know what you and your brother do." I squirmed in the seat at his words and he shrugged again. "Well, not the exact details, but I know that he fucks you." He said it like it was nothing and he placed his hand on my knee. "That look on your face confirms it, not that I needed it, but it's nice to have."
"I... Er... I stammered, not sure what to say, what to do. No one knew that we fucked, at least I thought no one did.
"It's ok. I'm not going to tell anyone. I respect you Gerard, and more than that I like you. So you get fucked by your brother, that's up to you." He paused and smirked playfully. "Though I wouldn't say no to watching." I groaned softly and he chuckled.
"How did you know?" I asked, having to know, needing to know.
He smiled slyly and gestured to my wrists. "When you bought me the piece you did of my slave your sleeve rode up and I saw marks that could only be made by someone wearing handcuffs." That was months ago now and mentally cursed myself at how Michael had drove me wild that night. "As a fellow Master there's no reason you would be cuffed, so I realised someone had to have fucked you. You're not the kind of person that pisses fellow masters off, so I knew it wasn't due to retribution. That left one person."
I nodded slightly, in awe of how his mind worked all that out.
"Now, back to your request." He spoke up, running a hand through his hair. "My answer is yes, I will fuck you. And yes, I won't tell anyone, not even my slaves." I smiled, relieved by his words. I wasn't sure now what I'd worried about.
"Thank you Raymond." I whispered softly, finishing my own drink as he took the card from the table, sliding it back into his pocket. Suddenly I wondered how many others had asked him to do what I had as their favour.
"Come, we'll go somewhere more suited to this. That is, if you want me to fuck you now of course."
I nodded so hard my head span a little. "Yeah, yeah I would."
He smiled and stood, and I did as well following him out the room and upstairs. The various pieces of art he collected hung on the walls as we made our way upstairs. Some were mine, but others were done by artists I didn't know or recognise. We stopped at one of the bedrooms upstairs and he gestured me inside, shutting the door behind us and locking it. The room wasn't the one he slept in, since that housed the painting of his slaves within it. This one was simply furnished, with a bed and several cupboards and drawers along the walls, though I could tell that within there was a wide variety of toys.
My whole body tingled in anticipation and he stood at the end of the bed, turning to look me over. "Do you want you want me to fuck you or do you want me to hurt you and use toys as well?"
"I... Er..." When my brother fucked me, I wasn't given the option to choose what he did so is was rather strange to be given the choice.
He shrugged a little and smiled. "No matter, I'll try not to leave marks." He smirked and looked me over again, his gaze turning predatory. "Strip, now. You will call me sir if I decide to question you, not that I intend to ask your opinion."
"Yes sir." I whispered, my body tingling again. I reached up and undid my shirt, pulling it up snd off me, exposing my pale skin for him. It had a few marks on it, though not many at the moment. He kept his eyes on me and I felt myself flush, reaching down and undoing my pants, pushing them down. Once they reached the floor, I took them off and stepped out of my shoes, then quickly removed my boxers. I set all my clothing on a chair by the door, feeling a little self conscious but my arousal was easily overriding that.
When I stood before him, he stepped forward and did a slow circle around me, his eyes on me. I could tell that he was examining me, like I was a whore at the markets. My cock twitched at the thought and he smirked when he stopped before me. He scoffed, his gaze on my dick. "Of course you're not a real master, not with that frankly pitiful excuse of a cock between your legs." He shook his head with a low growl. "Get on your knees, show a real man some respect."
I swallowed and instantly sank down before him, his full lips quirking into a smirk. His booted foot pressed against my dick, but that's all it was, not a kick or a crush. I bowed my head and waited, as he placed his boot back down on the floor. "Now slut, get my cock out. And don't use your filthy hands."
I nodded, feeling my heart pound as I leaned in towards his crotch. I took the zipper of his fly between my lips and pulled it down, eager to get to the length that was bulging behind it. I inhaled his scent and, once the zipper was fully down, I reached up and popped open the button, freeing his cock from it's leather prison, the full length slapping against my face. I let out a low groan and he chuckled above me. "You see slut, that's a real cock, not that pathetic thing between your legs. You should consider yourself lucky I let a slut like you anywhere near it."
"I do sir, I really do." I whispered, voice soft as I spoke. I really couldn't believe is was happening, that I was so close to such a perfect cock. It was talking a lot not just to start sucking it the second it was free.
Above me, he smirked and ran his fingers through my hair. "You may suck my cock. If you do a good enough job then I will give you the fucking a slut like you deserves." He licked hs lips. "But first you must remove my pants."
"Yes sir." I whispered, my hands pulling the leather down those thick thighs of his to the floor. He stepped out of them, kicking them aside and I let out a soft gasp, marvelling at the sight of him. He gave me a slight nod and I leaned into him. I felt my heart pound harder in my chest? This was it, what I wanted for so long. I parted my lips and leaned in, extending my tongue and swiping it up along his hard shaft. I took a quick breath through my nose, before taking his head into my mouth. Our eyes met as I moved my lips, inching down his cock. Fuck. His thick shaft was stretching my lips like nothing else and it felt amazing, even better than I expected. I wiggled my tongue against his underside, realising I'd gotten about half of him in my mouth.
He watched me intently as I started to move, my lips sliding up and down on his thick cock, taking a little more of him each time. This may be the only time I had his cock in mouth, so I was determined to take him fully. He ran his fingers through my hair and I sensed he was going easy on me. If I was a real slut he'd be fisting my hair and forcing me down until I was gagging on him. I groaned at the thought, sending vibrations through him, a soft sound of pleasure leaving his lips. "That's it slut, now you know what it's like to have a real cock between your lips." I'd have nodded, but I didn't want to lose his dick, not when I was so close to the base. "See, a real cock can choke a slut like you, which the sorry excuse you've got certainly can't."
I groaned around him at his words, my nose pressing into his thick curls as I took him fully. I knew that in this position he could just grip my hair tighter and hold me in place and I'd choke to death on his cock. I knew he'd done it before. His fingers stayed loose in my hair and when I moved back he didn't stop me. I bobbed up and down on him a few times, each time taking him to the base now. A sense of pride filled me each time my chin met his balls. I wasn't sure if I could take him all, but fuck it was amazing.
After a few more bobs of my head he finally gripped my hair firmly, pulling me off. A whimper left my lips as his head left them a slight string of saliva hanging between us for a moment. He chuckled and patted my head, a smirk on his lips. "Don't worry slut, you'll have my cock again soon enough. Now get on all fours." I nodded as he stepped back, shifting into the position he wanted me in. He circled me, studying me as he did so. "When were you last fucked?"
"Last night sir." I replied, the memory of my brother slamming his cock into me filling my mind. I was sure his fingers had left marks from where he'd held me down. Raymond made a hmm sound, then stopped moving, nudging my legs apart with a booted foot. Then I felt his hands on my ass and he pulled my cheeks apart, no doubt so he could examine my hole. He made another hmm sound and he stepped aside. I heard him grab something, then he resumed his position.
"You need a good fingering, which shows you're not a real slut yet." I nodded a little and gasped as I felt two of his thick, slick fingers press against my opening. A groan left my lips as he thrust them into me, my eyelids fluttering closed. I knew that his slaves had been trained to take him without him having to finger them, before giving them a good fucking. They could also hold his cock down their throats fully for several minutes. That was so hot and always amazed me.
He twisted his fingers, stretching me open before adding a third. "Almost there slut, then I'll be balls deep up your sorry ass." He paused for a moment, his fingers catching my spot. "Beg for it."
"Please sir!" I groaned, knowing how desperate and needy my voice sounded. "I need your cock inside me. I've wanted it for so long, ever since I first met you. I've dreamed of you tearing me apart with your gorgeous, huge cock so many times I've lost count. Please, please fuck me."
He chuckled and removed his fingers from me. "Well slut, since you asked so nicely." I cried out as he thrust his length into me, filling me in one thrust.
"Fuck..." I whispered, gasping as he started to pound me relentlessly.
"That's it, take it like the desperate slut that you are." His fingers gripped my fleshy cheeks as he fucked me hard. I groaned, squeezing around him as best I could. Fucking hell, his cock... it was better than I'd ever dreamed about. He growled low in his throat. "You have such a tight ass slut, though it won't be once I'm through with you." I moaned at his words, his dick slamming against my spot. I realised now I'd have to deny my brother sex tonight, lest he question why my hole was so wide. Fuck. I'd have to come up with something, once he'd cum.
"Usually I don't let the sluts I fuck cum." He said with a growl, his hips thrusting against me. "You can but only if you do it untouched, I'm not going to touch such a pathetic thing and neither are you." He caught my spot again, my reply lost in a cry of pleasure. "But if you spill, you clean it up cunt."
I nodded, feeling breathless. This was so surreal, so amazing, so... fuck. It only took a few more hard thrusts and I came, untouched, across the wooden floor. He chuckled, breathless pants leaving my lips. "See slut, real master's can make a slut cum hands free."
I whimpered as he pulled out of me and I knew he hadn't cum. Had I spoiled this by shooting my load? His boots sounded on the wooden floor and then he was there, a fist in my hair. My lips parted and he thrust into my mouth. I could taste myself on him and I didn't care in the slightest. He held onto my hair, keeping my head in place as he continued his assault on my throat. It lasted only for a handful of thrusts before he pulled back so his head was all that was in my mouth and he came, hot and thick over my tongue. Fuck, he tasted amazing, even better than Michael did. Not that I'd ever tell him that, but fuck. I swallowed all he had to give me and then he stepped back with a sneer. "Clean up your slut filth, then get dressed."
"Yes sir." I whispered, moving back and licking my own mess from the floor. It was less impressive than his in every way. There wasn't even half as much and the salty taste was a paled in comparison with his. When i'd gotten it all up I started to dress, pulling up my pants and wincing a little. My ass would ache for days.
Only once I did my fly up did he speak again from his position sat on the bed, a lit cigarette between his full lips. "Smoke?" He asked, offering me a packet. I nodded, taking one and he lit it up. His eyes sparkled and he was smiling. "Well, was it worth it?"
"F... Fuck yes." I whispered as I blew out a cloud of smoke, pulling my shirt on. He remained naked, not bothering to even grab his leather pants. "You were amazing."
He smirked, a look which told me 'I know', but he said nothing more about it. Instead he blew out his own smoke as I sat beside him. "You want to know something interesting?" I nodded, dazed from the fuck and amazed it had even happened. "My new slave, he knows you." I squirmed slightly, looking puzzled. His chest rose and fell, a sheen of sweat on it and he looked so gorgeous. More smoke filled the room before he continued. "Well, not you, but the you from where he comes from." There was a me where he came from? Did that mean... "In his world he, you, his brother, Robert and Frank..." He growled at the name, running a hand through his thick curls. "The five of us are there are a band. Can you believe it? Us, musicians?"
The look on his face said it all, it was a look of utter disbelief. Being a musician was an incredibly dangerous business, one most masters looked down on. Raymond appreciated music though, in much the same way he appreciated the art that I did. He had a special box at the local venue, which I knew he used regularly. I had heard that he also had a room backstage as well, where he could make use of any musician (or musicians) that he so desired without the ticketing that everyone else has to.
I knew it bugged him how the music scene was though, that he'd prefer they were able to do their art and then get fucked without the risks that came with it. It was why the local venue was one of the few that had a no-kill policy, well for music acts anyway. Someone had violated that once and the image of what had happened was still burned into my mind.
He sighed softly and shook his head, then looked at me. "I think because of that you should meet him, once I've finished training him." I swallowed, my cock twitching in my pants. I'd be lying if I said I'd not had thoughts about meeting him (and being between them).
"Thank you, it would be an honour."
He nodded and ran his thinks through his mess of curls. "Good." He smiled that amazing smile of his. "You will, of course, be making me a personal portrait of him, once I have decided on what I want. You'll bring your things here to do it once I do." I nodded, knowing that he wanted his new slave kept a secret and that my studio was often unlocked. He wouldn't want Micheal, or worse, a potential client, to see what I was doing. That would be for my protection as much as his. Doing art of a prominent master like Raymond in a submissive position was an extremely bad and unwise idea.
I'd heard what had happened to an artist that was found to do that and it was something non of us cared to have happen.
"Yeah, of course I will." I nodded in response to him and he smiled. "Just let me know when you want me and I'll of course be here."
"Good." He nodded, stubbing his cigarette out in an ashtray, which was clearly made of bone. "There is something else too." I stubbed my own beside his, raising an eyebrow. "Usually your work is representations of what is there, like your work of my slaves or your last work of me." I nodded along, curious as to where he was going with this. "When you come here to do the painting of my new slave I want you to do an impression of what this band of ours might look like." An artists interpretation? I'd done a few things to the portraits I did, mostly to add things such as extra blood and other stains, but I'd not done anything as extreme as what he was suggesting.
"I can try. I'd need a few pictures of Robert to use as reference, and of Frank if you'd want him in it as well." I nodded, trying to sound more confident about it than I felt. I could take this as a challenge, an opportunity to do something new and different. That was, I had to admit, a little exciting. "And some instruments as well."
"Excellent!" He grinned at me, then stood up. "I will have all those things for you by the time I'm ready. Now, come, I could do with a good drink and I don't keep the good stuff up here."
I nodded and stood myself, following as he walked to the door. He didn't bother to pick up his pants and I swallowed as I followed him through the house, back towards the room where we'd started. "Ilan!" He called out as he entered the room, taking the seat he'd occupied when
I'd first arrived.
His slave appeared in the door, the paler one that greeted me. Was Ilan his name, or something Raymond had given him? He was noticeably staring at Raymond's naked body. "Yes Master?"
"Get me some of the good stuff, and a pair of glasses." He nodded, his hair swaying from the motion. "Oh, and get me my phone, I need to make some calls."
"Yes Master." He nodded again and then left us alone again. I wondered then, where was the other slave? Maybe he was bound somewhere, or just doing some chore Raymond had given him.
Once he left Raymond leaned over and he whispered softly in his ear. "If you do well, then your next payment will include another fuck as well." I let out a soft groan, my cock twitching in my pants and he leaned back, grinning when 'Ilan' came back with a tray which had a bottle, two glasses and a cell phone on it. "Now then, let's have a toast to celebrate your next commission."