momebie | Fic Post: The Status Quo

Mmmm…because the cure to feeling emotionally despondent is always porn!

For that timestamp meme

remeciel asked for a follow up to this Valentine’s Cain/Riff porn. The beta was quick and dirty, like this fic. I’m sorry. Almost. ;)

Title: The Status Quo
Fandom: Count Cain
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 2,383
Pairing: Cain/Riff.

In spite of the extraordinary thing that had happened the day before, February the 15th began just like any other day for Riff. He rose early and washed off the cold sweat from his nightmares before dressing and completing the overseeing the staff’s morning assignments. He prepared his master’s morning meal neatly on a tray and carried it to the room to rouse him. And he stood just outside the door for about five minutes indulging in fantasies of what lay on the other side of that door. Then he spent two minutes composing himself and willing the flush to leave his cheeks before he turned the handle and carried the tray into the room.

Just like every other morning the room was still dark, the curtains pulled closed tightly against the morning sun, and the set of drapes surrounding his master’s bed hadn’t been opened since Riff had closed them around the boy the night before. There was something to be said for routine, and Riff greatly appreciated that he could count on his morning to be the same every day, even if the rest of his waking hours were wildly unpredictable and often involved everything from poisonous flowers to grave robbing.

Riff set the tray onto the top of the bureau as quietly as he could and then moved to open the curtains. He blinked a few times against the brightness of the sun and then crossed the room and pulled the side drape on his master’s bed aside and tied it to the post where it hung obediently, gracefully straining to be let free again. He always felt that he could commiserate with the part the drape played, even more so when his heart began to beat wildly at the vision of his master sprawled on his back across the bed, hair haloing his head with his lips slightly parted. Riff could feel himself flushing again, like he did every morning, and worked to get it under control before he spoke.

“Sir, it’s time.” He watched Cain’s naked chest through the V of his night shirt as it rose and fell with heavy, sleep born breaths. He looked down at his feet and his breath hitched. Unlike every morning before it, this morning he could remember what it had felt like to be on that carpet with his master crawling over him. Heat and skin and breath and pumping blood flashed through his mind and he took a step back before he could strengthen his resolve. He had spoken so brashly and guided Cain so surely. It wasn’t fitting for his position and he knew it, and it wouldn’t happen again. He would maintain the status quo from now on. To start, he would actually get his master out of bed at a decent hour.

“Sir,” he said again. He stepped back to the edge of the bed and leaned over it so that his face was close to his master’s. A few inches and those lips would be on mine like before. Riff shook his head to try and dislodge the thought. His fantasies were a type of betrayal to the man he most wanted to serve; to the man he had vowed to protect. The master would never, could never… Riff’s thoughts were interrupted by the feel of warm breath on his ear and a hand that had circled itself around his neck and pulled him down, close.

“Riff, it’s impolite to hover over the sleeping. You should know this.”

“Y-yes sir,” Riff stammered. “It won’t happen again sir. I don’t know how I could have forgotten myself.”

Cain ran his hand up and through Riff’s hair. The small tugs he felt as the hair was pulled upwards and opposite their direction of growth sent multiple shivers down his spine one after the other. “I know,” Cain whispered into his ear.

Riff tried to stand up, to escape the cold fingers that were clinging to him. He took a step back and ducked under Cain’s hand. Cain gave a small sigh of disapproval and grasped Riff’s neck more tightly. He rolled away towards the center of the bed and pulled Riff with him, so that the manservant was pulled onto the bed and laying across him.

“Sir, m- my shoes,” was all Riff could manage before his brain stopped functioning altogether.

“Fuck your shoes Riff,” Cain said, as he worked his free hand through the folded fabric of Riff’s tie. “And fuck me.”

“I-, beg your pardon sir?”

“I’m not sir Riff, I’m Cain to you. Please say my name; it’s so handsome when you say it.” Cain looked so small to Riff, wrapped up in the thick duvet and heavy sheets. His voice shook slightly and Riff couldn’t be sure if he meant what he was saying.

“C-“ Riff closed his mouth again tightly. This was not the status quo, this reality that he had fantasized so many times. He couldn’t find anything to say in return.

“If you won’t do as I ask then you’ll do as I order Riff. Did I not tell you yesterday that from then on you were mine? Say my name.” Cain’s eyes were wide and his voice had lost the tremble. He moved so flawlessly between boy and master that Riff never knew which one was the real persona.

“Cain,” Riff said, testing the feel of it on his tongue. He’d said it before of course, but never the way he’d wanted to. He’d never said it the way he was saying it now, his voice hoarse from the pressure building in the pit of his stomach and his lips inches from his master’s face. If only… Riff grabbed the collar of Cain’s night shirt and bunched it between his fingers and his palm. He kissed Cain on the lips so hard that the boy’s head was driven back towards the pillow and the top half of Riff’s torso inched more and more over his master’s as pulled himself fully onto the bed. CainCainCainCain. It was a mantra and a hope and a dream. And now it was a reality. “Cain.”

“Mmm…” Cain hummed into Riff’s lips. Riff parted them and let his tongue slide over Cain’s. He was bent at the waist and kneeled over Cain sideways now. He rocked his hips forward softly and pressed them up against Cain’s ass. Cain squirmed and straightened from his twisted position onto his back. Riff let loose Cain’s shirt and lifted himself onto his arms, his hands on either side of Cain’s head.

He broke the kiss and pulled his head up as he moved his left leg to the other side of Cain’s body so that he was straddling the boy. He leaned forward again and pressed his hips into Cain’s as he licked at Cain’s jaw line and slowly worked his tongue down Cain’s neck.

Cain bucked against him and squirmed some more. Riff was nipping at Cain’s collar bone when the long, thin fingers began to undo the buttons on his trousers. He lifted his hips so that Cain could have better access to them. When the trousers hung open and Cain had pushed them as far as he could down Riff’s thighs he ran a single finger from the base of Riff’s cock to the tip. He circled the head twice slowly, collecting the pre come that was beading onto it. Riff groaned when Cain moved his hand away, but it was cut off as Cain put two of his fingers to Riff’s lips and pushed on them gently. Riff opened his mouth and allowed Cain to press his fingers into it. He lapped at them with his tongue and pulled the taste of his own fluid and Cain’s body off them.

“You said yesterday that today you would win Riff. I wonder what you mean by winning.” In reply Riff pushed his tongue between the fingers and swiped at the webbing between them while he pressed his naked erection against Cain’s stomach. Cain shook his head. “I want you to tell me Riff.”

Riff closed his lips around Cain’s fingers as they were pulled from his mouth and gave a small nip at the tip of the middle finger. Cain folded and moved his legs so that they were no longer between Riff’s legs but spread out around him on the bed. “By winning sir, I will have broken you. I will have made you mine so that not only do you own me, but I own you as well.”

Cain smiled and hooked his right ankle around the back of Riff’s left knee. “I see. Such an extravagant dream for such a humble man. It is outside of your station Riff, to own me.” Riff watched as Cain lowered his hand and reached around his thigh. He fingered his opening with the wet tips of the fingers.

“It is the only dream I have, sir. I will attain it someday.”

Cain pushed the fingers into himself and Riff watched the shudder that moved through the body under him as Cain slowly pushed and pulled his fingers into and out of himself. The ankle behind his knee pulled in and forced his leg further up Cain’s inner thigh. “Riff,” Cain whispered. “As long as you’re with me, as long as your mine, you can have anything you want.” Cain removed his fingers and wiped them on the leg of Riff’s trousers. “Now do as you’re told Riff, and fuck me.” It was a dare, and Riff had never stood down to one of Cain’s dares.

He pulled back to line himself up and Cain ran the ankle up the back of Riff’s leg until it was resting on his lower back. He placed the tip of his cock at Cain’s entrance and bent his head down so that his lips were resting on Cain’s shoulder. He parted them slightly, and when he began to push in slowly he pulled his teeth open and bit down lightly on the muscle just to the right of Cain’s neck. Cain let out a slow moan and Riff pushed all the way in. Cain held his breath.

Riff pulled out again just as slowly and felt Cain tense up around him. “Am I,” he started, but Cain shook his head urgently and closed his eyes tightly, finally breathing out. Riff took that as an order to continue and pressed forward into Cain again. If he really could have anything he wanted, then he would let Cain know just what it was that he saw every day as the boy nibbled at his toast innocently and sipped his tea with inviting lips.

“I own you, Master Cain,” he said. Cain’s cock bounced against his stomach as he pushed into the boy, again and again and again. Cain turned his head to the side and tried to muffle his cries in the bunched fabric of the duvet. Riff grabbed Cain’s chin with his fingers and turned his face back so that he could see every wince cross the pale face. “I want to hear you, Cain.”

Cain bit his lip. A tear welled in the corner of his left eye and rolled down his cheek. “It hurts,” he gasped. “It hurts and it feels sinful and if you stop I’ll turn you out in the street.” Riff pushed into him harder and Cain let out a cry. He threw his arms out straight on the bed to both sides and his face contorted with each thrust. Cain was crucified on pleasure and pain and Riff. And Riff allowed himself to feel in control and to laugh. “You are my master Riff.”

Riff gave one final thrust and then collapsed on top of Cain as he came. Cain’s cock stretched between them and pre-com leaked onto both of their stomachs. “Mine,” Riff growled into his ear and Cain nodded and wrapped his arms around Riff’s neck, holding him as close as he physically could. Riff reached between them and fingered at the head of Cain’s cock. “I want you to take care of this. I want to watch you as you complete my orders.” Cain let go and Riff pushed himself back up and backed out of Cain slowly.

Cain scrambled back and sat up at the head of his bed on one of the pillows. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and began to stroke it lightly while Riff lay on his stomach and watched him. Riff rested his head on Cain’s knee and looked up into the boy’s face. He watched the concentration on Cain’s face closely as Cain’s breath came in shorter and shorter gasps and cheeks flushed a deep red in perfect contrast to his pale skin. The pace of Cain’s strokes quickened and Riff reached up and placed his hand over Cain’s, stilling it.

“Nnnghh…” Cain breathed. “If I don’t, if you don’t let me.” He swallowed deeply. “Riff I can’t hold it any longer.” Riff gently pulled Cain’s hand away with his own and then moved his head lower. He licked up the underside of Cain’s cock and Cain stuttered a moan. “Ri-i-iff.”

Riff wrapped his lips around Cain’s head and moved up and down three times before Cain came into his mouth. It was unexpected, but not altogether unpleasant, and he gave a few more licks to Cain’s waning erection before sitting up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Cain looked at him, the lonely boy once more, his eyes dark and hollow. “You’re mine Cain, from this day on. I own you, do you understand?” Cain nodded. Riff crawled up next to him on the bed and wrapped his arms around Cain’s shoulders. The boy’s chest heaved as he gulped for air and he let two more tears fall. Riff wiped one of them away with his thumb. “I always protect what is mine sir. Everything I own is well taken care of.”

“I know,” Cain said. He pressed a small kiss to the side of Riff’s neck. Riff looked across the room at the breakfast that was rapidly cooling on the bureau. There was something to be said for routine, but Riff would be damned if he could remember what it was at that very moment.

Up in 4 hours! *dies*

Current Mood: weird
Current Music: Damien Rice - 9 Crimes