[Chapter 4: Adored part 2]
Driving down the country roads outside of the city, Christoph’s hair began to stand on end as the sights that blurred past him became more familiar. As they entered the town limits of Königsdorf the car slowed to the recommended speed limit and Christoph gripped the window sill of the door as they passed the long driveway of his childhood home. “Is there something wrong?” Till intoned, glancing at Christoph and then focusing back on the road. “No, just a cramp from riding in the car too long.” Christoph lied. “Well you won’t have to suffer any longer since we’ve arrived at my humble abode.” Till informed.
‘I’m sure your home is hardly humble if it’s in this neighborhood.’ Christoph thought cynically. Driving up the tree covered drive way the car came to a stop in front of a grand chateau. Stepping out of the car Christoph marveled at the large stone dragons that guarded the entrance to the large home, focusing on their fierce looking claws; causing him to think back to his predicament earlier that morning. Christoph jumped in alarm when he felt an arm wrap around his waist. “Why so jumpy?” Till asked.
“I didn’t sleep well last night.” Christoph explained. “Nightmares?” Till questioned. “Yes, how did you know?” Christoph asked incredulously with raised brows. “Just simple analytical skills.” Till replied ambiguously as he led Christoph up the stairs and through the threshold of the large home. Looking about the grand entryway, Christoph took in the opulence of the decorations that reminded him of his own home. “Would you like a tour?” Till asked. “Yeah sure.” Replied Christoph. Seizing Christoph’s arm, Till led him up the black marble stairs. “This chateau was commissioned by my great grandfather in the mid 1800’s when it became ‘unfashionable’ to live in castles.” Till explained. “Originally this was my parent’s summer home, but they gave it to me as a birthday present a few years ago.”
Reaching the top of the stairs, Christoph noticed a darkened hallway to the left of him and asked “Why is it so dark down there?” “That’s the guest wing, since I have no guests I keep it dark.” Pulling Christoph to the right, they continued on. “This is the part of the house I reside in.” Till said. As they walked down the spacious hall, Christoph took in the artwork along the walls. Most of it was dark and obscure, depicting reptile–like creatures devouring humans in various manners, some were vague biblical allegories. The one that caught his eye the most was the painting illustrating some sort of ritual with a group of shrouded men in black with their heads bowed and a scantily clad young man with worldly eyes in the center with a scarlet light shining down upon him.
Brows drawing upward in a frown, Christoph asked “I don’t get it. What is this painting about?” Looking over the smaller males shoulder, Till explained “It’s been in my family for years. Allegedly it’s supposed to be depicting a cult worshipping some powerful deity, but I’m not quite sure how accurate that is.” Visage still scrunched up in a perplexed manner, Christoph questioned further “Who in your family would buy such an odd picture?” Laughing lightly at Christoph’s straight-forwardness, Till replied “My father’s grandfather, I believe. They said he was into some pretty peculiar things. I noticed you seem to be quite interested in art. Do you paint or anything?”
Cheeks heating up as he felt Till’s body heat through his clothing, Christoph shook his head. “No, I don’t paint. I’ve just seen a lot of artwork, especially offbeat artwork like the kind you have. I remember as a child my father had a penchant for similar paintings, but as I grew up and began to ask questions my mother forced father to put them somewhere I couldn’t have access to them.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, what was your mother’s reasoning behind doing that? It’s just artwork after all.” Till wondered. “Well initially she didn’t care, but she found religion and all that, so she felt that the artwork wasn’t appropriate and that it would warp my mind. That’s around when their relationship began to fall apart.” Christoph expounded.
“I see. I’m sorry to hear that.” Till said, pulling Christoph by the arm once more. “Come, I’ll show you my room.” They walked passed a few more closed doors and finally came to the end of the hall. Pushing open the heavy double doors, Till swept his arms out and said “This is my room.” Christoph’s mouth almost fell open at the sheer size of the room, he could see that Till’s ‘room’ was actually three rooms. The one they were currently standing in seemed to be geared towards guests as it had a large leather couch, a mini bar, and a large flat screen television hanging on the wall. Looking at Till with his brow raised, Christoph replied “Don’t you mean rooms?” Till smiled smugly and shrugged his shoulders causing Christoph to roll his eyes.
“I’m going to change out of this stuffy suit, feel free to look around if you like.” Till said as he walked over to his actual bedroom and opened a door that led to an expansive closet. Feeling slightly uncomfortable in a room with so much expensive stuff, Christoph plopped down on the couch and put his head in his hands. ‘Why do I keep sharing so much about myself with him? Why does it seem like every time he asks me something I answer it without a second thought? This is getting dangerous, especially since he lives so close to him, our families had to have interacted at some point.’ He thought vexed.
Wanting to avoid further thought on the possibility of his identity being found out, he decided to explore the room some since Till hadn’t appeared yet. Looking to his left he saw a door slightly ajar and decided to go see what was in that particular room. Walking over he pushed the door open and saw that it was dark, so he felt for a light switch along the wall. Flipping it on, the room was illuminated and he saw that the room was an office of sorts. In the middle was a heavy looking oak desk, with papers strewn across it, to the left the whole wall was covered with a bookcase that had a multitude of book; some which looked to be quite old. What really caught Christoph’s eye was the tapestry covering the wall opposite of the bookcase. The tapestry seemed to be quite old and it had a large tree with a serpent wrapped around its trunk and names on it many branches.
Walking over to it, he read aloud “The Exalted Families of Germany.” He then scanned through the countless names, some too small or faded to read, others crossed out with red ink, and some that looked to be written in recent history. He found Till’s family name and his cousin Richard’s confirming that they were indeed technically nobility. The he read through more names and his heart skipped a beat, he had found his family name. Frowning he re-read it several times over to confirm it, he felt light headed; all this time he’d thought that his family’s money was earned, when in fact it was just the opposite. His family was a part of the so-called ‘nobility’ who made their money off the backs of people who were considered ‘less’ and through lies and trickery. ‘If we’ve had money all this time in our family, then what is the family business?’ Christoph pondered frustrated.
“Interesting isn’t it?” Till said from behind him, causing him to jump in surprise. Turning to face Till, Christoph answered his throat suddenly dry “Y-yeah, very interesting.” Eyes almost falling out of his head and mouth hanging open a bit, Christoph took in the sight before him. There Till stood in all his shirtless glory, wearing a pair of low slung jeans that were faded a bit and his glossy blue-black hair slicked back. “See something you like?” Till said smirking a bit. Realizing he’d been staring, Christoph sputtered a bit and then turned back to the tapestry intent on changing the focus. “So it’s true that you really are nobility, huh?”
Coming to stand next to Christoph, Till answered “Yes and no. Technically I would be nobility due to my heritage, but due to the law in 1919 under the Weimar Constitution all nobility were essentially stripped of their titles and privileges and it’s been that way ever since.” Nodding his head in understanding, Christoph replied “I see.” “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.” Till began.
“Oh? What is it?” Christoph intoned. “I wanted to ask you about your f-“ Till was cut off by a loud growling sound. “Hungry?” Till asked. Christoph nodded his head eagerly, knowing were the discussion was about to head. Grabbing his hand once more, Till lead Christoph out of his room and down the stairs. “I’ll have the cook make us some lunch. It there anything specific you like?” Till asked.
“No, surprise me.” Came the response. “Alright, wait here. I’ll be right back.” And then Till walked away. Standing in the large dining room, Christoph stared at the long wooden table; reminiscing about the dinners he had with his family at a similar table. Hearing footsteps heading in his direction, Christoph snapped out of his musing. “Ready?” Till said as he rounded the corner. Confused, Christoph repeated “Ready? For what?” Holding up a folded bundle of fabric, Till explained “Ready for a picnic?”
Smiling at Till’s quirkiness, Christoph replied “Yeah, sure. I haven’t been on one of those since I was five.” Pulling Christoph next to him by his pants and wrapping his free arm around his waist, Till purred “Well then I’m pleased to host the first picnic of your adulthood.”
The two exited the house through a door in the dining room and walked through the beautiful garden and down to the lake at the bottom of the hill. “You have a very beautiful home.” Christoph complimented. “Not nearly as beautiful as you.” Till praised in return. Blushing at bit, Christoph recovered and said jokingly “I never pegged you as one for clichés, Till.” Laughing jovially as he laid out the blanket for them to sit upon, Till replied. “What? I only speak the truth.” Christoph narrowed his eyes as he sat down. “Yeah right. I’m sure you say that to all the guys and girls.” Putting his hand on his chest as if he were wounded, Till said “Do you think that I just go around tossing out accolades just to get people in my bed?”
Both brows raised and a smile upon his lips, Christoph hit Till lightly upon his arm. “Ah-ha! See? I said nothing about bedding anyone! You’ve just incriminated yourself.” Still playing the part of the wounded lover, Till tried to defend himself. “For your information I haven’t bedded anyone in months.” Christoph crossed his arms over his chest. “Do you really expect me to believe that?” Seeing that his puppy dog look wasn’t affecting Christoph, Till decided to try another way to distract Christoph. Tackling the smaller man and straddling his hips, Till pinned Christoph’s wrists above his head. “What are you doing?” Christoph asked a bit nervous. Till took his free hand and hovered it above Christoph’s ribs. Smiling wickedly, Till asked “Are you ticklish?”
Upon seeing the petrified look in Christoph’s eyes, Till got his answer and promptly began to tickle his ribs. Christoph thrashed and laughed as Till assaulted his ribs, he then bucked his hips trying to throw Till off but earning an entirely different response. An inferno lit up behind Till’s eyes and he stopped his tickling completely. Christoph watched with bated breath as Till slowly leaned down, his nose against Christoph’s. They stared into each other’s eyes, neither of them moving or speaking; then the very tip of Till’s tongue poked out and traced the contours of Christoph’s lips causing him to let out a shuddering moan. Withdrawing his tongue and smiling a predatory smile, Till leaned in further and placed his lips fully against Christoph’s watching as his eyes slid shut.
Intoxicating. That was the only word that could come to mind, as Christoph moved his mouth against Till’s. He felt that feeling of being submerged in syrup again, such a heady and rich sensation. He cried out and bucked his hips again as he felt Till leave scorching kisses along his neck, his eyes snapping back open. As Till worked his neck eliciting electrifying sensations, Christoph looked at the sky a noticed his vision seemed crisper, acute; it kind of hurt his eyes so he closed them once more. Christoph cried out as Till kissed up his neck and chin, back to his lips, he could feel Till’s erection pressing insistently against his own. “Please…” Christoph whimpered out. Laughing lowly, Till ground his hardness into Christoph causing him to release a throaty moan. “So innocent...” Till whispered against his lips. “So delectable, I should ravish you right here and now.”
Never having felt an ache, a desire as much as he felt this very moment; Christoph let a whine escape from the back of his throat. “Please, I beg you.”’ Christoph thrust his hips upward trying to get Till to bless him with more stimulation. Growling as Christoph rubbed against him wantonly, Till fought his instincts that told him to take the boy and sat up earning a disappointed whimper from Christoph. Panting, not used to be so aroused Christoph asked worriedly “Why’d you stop? Did I do something wrong?” Smiling at Christoph’s naïveté, Till ran his hand through the other male’s mussed hair and said “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I just figured that you would like to be caught in a compromising position when the food is brought to us.”
Nodding his head in understanding , Christoph sat up making sure his clothes weren’t rumpled from their activities. He looked over at Till who didn’t have a hair out of place. ‘Must be nice to look perfect all the time’ Christoph mused to himself. Just as Till predicted the food was brought to them, just as Christoph smoothed the last wrinkles out of his clothing. The food was sat before them on silver platters by a silent man in all white. Then another man produced two wine glasses and placed them on the trays, the first man who had sat the food down popped the cork on the wine bottle and poured the white wine into each glass. Till then gave them a nod and both men departed without a word. “Let’s see what they made us.” Till said as he pulled the silver coverings off of each plate. “Ah, it seems to be venison on a bed of rice today. Is that alright with you, Christoph?” “Yeah, I like deer.” Came the response.
They both picked up their utensils and began to eat, Christoph noticing once again that Till’s meat was considered raw by most people’s tastes. Feeling bold, he asked “Why do you eat your meat so rare?” “Well, because I like the taste and also because it’s actually healthier to eat meat rare. When you cook meat too long it loses its nutritional value.” Nodding his head, Christoph replied “Wow, I didn’t know that. But I highly doubt I’ll start eating it as bloody as you do.”
Once they finished eating the dishes were taken away and they lay sprawled out on the blanket as they talked about random things. “Christoph, I need to tell you something.” Till said with a serious look upon his face. Sitting up, Christoph said nervously “What is it?” Putting his large hand on top of Christoph’s, Till sighed unsure of how this revelation may turn out. “I know who you are.” He said simply. Face scrunching up in disbelief, Christoph tried to play dumb. “What do you mean?” “Come now, Christoph. There’s no need to play dumb. I know who you are, I know that you’re hiding from your father. “
Hanging his head, unsure of what to do, Christoph said “How long have you known?” Looking Christoph in the eye Till replied. “Since I saw you that night in my club, but I knew who you were before that.” Christoph’s face scrunched up in confusion. “What I mean is, when an heir to a fortune just disappears after the death of his well-known mother that doesn’t go unnoticed by the media or other prominent families.” Till elaborated.
Running a hand through his wavy hair, Christoph spoke unsure. “So are you going to…” Till put his hand up. “No, Christoph I’m not going to rat you out, but there is something I must inform you about your father. He is no longer of the living.” Christoph’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Are you…sure?” Till nodded his head slowly. “He’s been deceased for almost six months now.” He then fell silent to let Christoph absorb the information, but the reaction Christoph had wasn’t one that was expected. Christoph began to smile and that turned into a full out giggle.
Unsure if Christoph had lost his mind, Till reached out and put a hand on his shoulder in comfort. “Are you alright?" Wiping the tears of laughter and relief from his eyes, he replied “Yeah, I’m just happy that I have nothing to fear anymore. It’s great to not have to look over my shoulder and worry about getting dragged back to that wretched man.”
Nodding in understanding Till spoke once more “There is another thing I must tell you. Upon your father’s deathbed he composed a will that stated that all of his assets will be frozen upon his death and that the only person that could unfreeze them is you. Ultimately it’s up to you what decision you make, but I could not continue to spend time with you and not let you know. It felt wrong.”
Looking at the thoughtful look upon Till’s face, Christoph crawled over to him and straddled his waist. Leaning down, Christoph placed his lips upon Till’s in a chaste kiss which Till took control of, deepening the kiss and slipping his tongue into Christoph’s mouth. They kissed heatedly until they needed to break away for air, panting as they tried to catch their breath. Pulling himself off of Till’s lap, Christoph asked “Hey, do you have any liquor? I want to celebrate my newfound freedom.” Laughing lightly at Christoph’s flippant way of dealing with life, Till stood and said “What kind of man would I be if I didn’t have a hearty amount of liquor in my home? Come on let’s go inside, and you can have as much liquor as you like.”
Once they made it back to Till’s room, Christoph lounged upon the couch as Till prepare some drinks for them. Sitting next to Christoph and handing him his drink, Till asked if Christoph wanted to watch a movie. After picking a movie and settling on the couch they tried to focus on the movie, but after several drinks,some teasing caresses and the memory of what almost transpired outside; they began to focus on something entirely more carnal.
Kissing his way down Christoph’s now exposed chest, Till reveled in every gasp and twitch of the boy’s muscles. Stopping at the waistline of his pants, Till smirked up at Christoph teasingly as he unzipped his pants. “What are you…” Christoph began his lack of experience making him feel inadequate. “Shh. Just relax and enjoy yourself.” Till purred and then lowered his mouth onto Christoph’s stiff cock. Upon feeling Till’s hot mouth engulf his cock, Christoph let out a strangled moan. Till laughed around the hard member in his mouth the vibrations causing Christoph’s eye to roll in the back of his head as he gripped the couch.
As Till worked his cock, all Christoph could think about was the scalding hot mouth around him and how that heat seemed to be creeping up his body setting his whole body afire. Along with the blistering heat, he could feel that same delicious syrupy sensation and he reveled in it; letting the feeling engulf him whole. As he sucked on the head of Christoph’s cock, Till delighted in the fevered look upon Christoph’s face. The way the boy’s glassy eyes would fall closed and the symphony of cries that he elicited from the boy; all of this only fueled his own fervor as he basked in the energy Christoph fed to him.
Covered in a sheen of sweat Christoph felt the heat within his body reach to a pitch to where he began to see spots. In his delirium he could vaguely sense the air change and a pressure come over his body just as it had that morning. Cracking open his glazed eyes, he saw nothing upon him; only Till fervently sucking him off his smoldering eyes plastered to Christoph’s face. Closing his eyes and dismissing the odd heaviness as a part of what was being done to him, he fought back the instinct to thrust into Till’s mouth when he felt the man start to deep throat his dick. All of the multitudes of feelings began to grow exponentially within Christoph until they became too much and he felt something within him snap. Tossing his head back and letting out a throaty cry, his body arched up off the couch as he shot his load into Till’s mouth and then promptly passed out.
Making sure to extract every drop of the boy’s cum as if his life depended on it, Till smirked darkly at the unconscious Christoph as he traced the scratches on his sides lovingly. Standing up and feeling revitalized, Till licked his lips savoring the pure sweet taste of the boy’s life-force. He then picked him up off the couch and carried him to his bedroom and placed him gently on the bed and turned out the lights.
{Christoph’s Dream}
Christoph woke up in a dark room lit by scattered red candles, sitting up he realized he was laying nude on a table of some sort covered in black satin and there were scarlet rose petals scattered across the entire floor and on the table too. Looking around the room for an exit he saw that there was none, or at least none he could see with his eyes. Trying to figure out what to do, he closed his eyes trying to think of any was he could escape from this odd place.
Upon opening his eyes he recoiled in fear at the person that had soundlessly appeared before him. There standing in front of him was a shirtless man in a disturbingly realistic wooden goat mask. Finding his voice he nervously squeaked out “W-who are you?” The masked seemed to regard Christoph silently for a few minutes before he stepped forward. Still very weary of the silent man, Christoph backed up further on the table exposing his nude form to the man. Seemingly interested in Christoph’s bare form the masked man reached out to touch him, but Christoph jerked back in fear. Suddenly a fierce growling filled the air, seeming to come from all directions making Christoph freeze in place.
Seeing that Christoph was not going to move, the man continued to reach out until he came in contact with Christoph’s thigh. As the unknown man trailed his hand slowly up his body, Christoph kept his eyes glued on the man’s masked face trying to gauge as much as possible what his intentions were. The man’s hand lingered over Christoph’s heart, lingering there and drawing a spiral with his fingertip. When his hand finally made it to Christoph’s lips, Christoph pulled away and saw the man’s blue eyes flash red behind the mask and the booming growling sound rent the air once more. Gasping he realized that the sound was coming from the masked man.
The man withdrew his hand and the growling reduced to a low rumble, he then put his hand over his own heart and then Christoph realized with fright that the man had black claws protruding from his fingertips. Eyes wide as saucer plates, Christoph watched the man sink his nails in his chest over where his heart was and dark, almost black blood bubbled to the surface. Dipping his fingers into the sticky substance, the man made sure to cover his fingers sufficiently with it before he stepped closer to Christoph again. Suddenly Christoph was forced back on the table by and unseen force and he began to thrash as best as he could as the growling filled the air once more.
Realizing that he could not fight against the heavy pressure that was forcing his body down , he watched terrified as the masked man suddenly appeared next to him. The man reached down with blood still dripping from his sharp nails, he then drew an unfamiliar symbol over Christoph’s heart. He then moved his still bloody fingers over Christoph’s head, and drew another symbol on the center of his forehead. Once he was finished he pulled his hand away and caressed the sides of Christoph’s cheeks lovingly, smearing the warm blood over the boy’s face making him cringe. But what disturbed Christoph the most was what the creature growled out as his eyes flashed red once more.
“Mine!”
{End Dream}
Christoph sprung upright in bed, the growling still ringing in his ears and the feel of the warm sticky blood still clinging to his face. Looking around the room frantically a bit confused to where he was, he let out a terrified scream when he saw a pair of red eyes come his way. As the person came closer and tried to hold him down, he closed his eyes thrashed trying to drive the person away.
“Christoph! Christoph! It’s ok! I just me.” Till said. Opening his eyes, Christoph was met with the smoky blue of Till’s eyes. “What happened?” Christoph asked confused unsure of how he got into Till’s bed and his head throbbing madly. Pushing the younger male to lay back down and getting in the covers with him Till said. “You passed out earlier, probably from too much to drink. So I put you to bed and you had a nightmare.” Nodding his head in understanding and tried to get comfortable, Christoph said “Could you stay with me?” Smiling warmly, Till replied “If it pleases you, I will.” Christoph gave a small smile and closed his eyes completely missing the inhuman flash of Till’s eyes. “Mine, all mine.” Till whispered.
Author's Comment: Ohh! It's getting creepy, huh? As always tell me what you think and sorry x1000 for not being able posting sooner!
