tofi's trail

It was still early morning when he woke up, judging by the shades of the sky outside the window. Jack watched the sky slowly brighten for a few minutes. He had an arm draped over his side and a leg between his own, a foot hooked around his leg. Jack rubbed a thumb just above a hip bone, and Nozel, the person curled up against him, let out one of his little sounds. The man blinked awake slowly, and Jack licked his lips at the sleep drunken face and tousled hair. Nozel was not awake enough to glare at him properly yet and he only managed a funny expression. Jack’s fingers curled against the man’s hip bone and a smile crept across his face.

Nozel wriggled, trying to extract his leg from in-between Jack's. Jack kept it in place however, trapping it where the older man had stuck it in sleep. Nozel managed a somewhat harsher scowl for a fraction of a second. Jack slipped his fingers down Nozel's spine, just barely feeling the bumps underneath his skin. His nails scraped against the smooth surface. Nozel's back curved in response to the touch. Jack rubbed his thumb against his tailbone, then slipped his fingers further and buried a finger knuckle-deep inside of Nozel's ass. Nozel let out a startled whine. His muscles twitched. Jack grasped his hip and pressed Nozel into the mattress. He could still feel traces of how he had been used the night before. Nozel was facing him, his body exposed because the sheets barely covered his hips and because Jack had pushed them further down to get a better grip on him. Nozel writhed, or at least he tried to, as Jack abused his prostate. The sheets slipped down a little, and Jack could see Nozel's cock strain against them. “Feels good when I fill you up, Princess?” Jack asked. Nozel's response was an insistent jerk of his hips. “You want me to stuff more up your ass pussy, don't you?” He already had several of his fingers inside, but there was always more to stuff him with. Nozel let out a whine and nodded. He wasn't awake enough for words, or maybe he was simply too horny to use them. “You're shivering like crazy, little bird. Your mind might break if I fuck you now. You okay with that?” He received another nod in reply. Jack snorted, amused as he often was when he thought about the contrast between Nozel at work and Nozel getting fucked. Horny little asshole. He huffed out another laugh. Jack leaned in close to Nozel's ear. “Not that I'd care if you said no.” That was a lie, but it was a part of their games, and they had words and gestures for when they wanted to stop for real. The lie was met with a needy little sound anyway.

Jack called those little sounds that Nozel made ‘‘chirps’’. The guy was a little bird after all. He was an Eagle, and he was much smaller than Jack in more ways than one. It was suitable. Those chirps were both cute and hot. Shit, he wanted to shove his cock up the prissy little noble’s ass and fill him up with so much cum that he swelled up from it and it came up out of his face. Closest he could get to that was cumming in his mouth and throat a dozen times or so and make him hold it in while he fucked him in the ass. Maybe there were spells for it, too.

Separating their bodies and pulling his fingers out of Nozel's ass, and hearing a moan and seeing a hazy glare, Jack pushed Nozel's chest into the mattress and moved down. He picked up one of the bottles of oil that lay discarded at the foot of the messy bed. He grabbed at Nozel's waist, pulled him toward him and lifted him up by his hips. Still sitting legs crossed on the bed, Jack buried his face between Nozel's ass cheeks. Nozel grappled with the sheets for support and his body curved. Probably a little uncomfortably, but he had become more flexible from fucking Jack for nearly a decade now.

Jack slipped his tongue against the ring of muscle and he felt how it tensed and twitched. Nozel’s insides were warm around his tongue when he pressed it inside. The sounds the man made were beautiful. Jack pulled his tongue out, and he flipped Nozel over. Jack put his mouth to his straining cock, and he ran his tongue from the base to the tip. Nozel wrapped his legs around his neck, foot locking around his ankle. The look on Nozel’s face, the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips, the way his teeth dug into the lower lip, was incredibly hot. His eyes were glazed over, misty with lust.

When Nozel came he did so barely restrained. Jack chuckled around the nobleman’s cock and his slashing smile dripped some cum down his chin. So fucking hot, he wanted to mess him up so bad. Jack dropped Nozel back into his lap, bending Nozel’s legs back and pressing his knees against the sheets. Nozel spread open underneath him, flushed, sweaty, hair sticking to his skin, throbbing, so horny he looked like he was in pain, absolutely gorgeous. Jack shifted, and he pressed Nozel’s legs further down when he leaned over him. He scratched his teeth against his neck, buried them in his shoulder. Nozel pressed his face into Jack’s neck, a muffled groan brushing against his skin. “Hold this, little bird.” He squeezed one of Nozel’s legs in his hand. Nozel let out a dazed noise of confusion. Jack snorted. “Man you’re so messed up.” He let go of Nozel’s leg and pulled his hand to grasp it instead. He slipped his free hand down between his legs, and he positioned himself at Nozel’s asshole. He pushed the head of his cock inside, and he jerked his hips forward, deep inside with a hard thrust. Nozel’s cry was pressed against Jack’s skin.

He fucked him good and hard, pressed filthy secrets into his ear and his cock as far up his ass as it could go. He was so fucking beautiful and Jack wanted him all to himself, wanted to mark him as his, wanted to carve his name, red letters on a pale canvas, into his skin. He fucked him good and hard, scratching red lines in the skin of his back that bled red drops staining the sheets and spreading in the sweat soaked linen. He fucked him until he was on the verge of passing out, and Jack then lay beside him, tracing the bloody scratches in his skin. Nozel shivered underneath his fingers. Bis breathing was rough and shallow at the same time, and blood was drying on his skin, in the sheets.

Jack pressed the healing artifact snatched from one of the Silva mansion’s storage rooms into Nozel’s hands, and a soft glow enveloped him. Nozel had to fit his nails in between the cracks of the egg-shaped artifact to not lose his grip on it, and it rested against the red marks created by teeth and nails on his chest. Jack watched as the marks slowly started to fade when the skin healed, and he felt a sense of bitterness boil in his throat.

Nozel’s eyes fluttered open, searching him out. “What is that noise meant to imply?” he asked with an exhausted, raspy voice, and Jack blinked a few times, until a smile cut his face in two. He moved to hover above him, hands on either side of the pretty little nobleman’s head of mussed hair and flushed cheeks. “That no matter how many times you use that thing, it’s useless; you’ll just end up worse next time.” Nozel gave him a tired nudge with his knee. “Well? Go ahead then, see if you can mark me up faster than it can heal me.”

“That’s not even a challenge,” Jack decided with a snort. A blade shimmering green materialized between them. “You really want me to do that right now?” Nozel’s gaze rested a long while on the blade, in thoughtful silence slowed down by sex. “We do have a merit ceremony today,” he said finally. “It would not do to be late, and I need to ensure those of my subordinates who are to attend arrive on time.”

The blade between them dissipated, disappearing back into Jack’s arm. Jack leaned down so their faces were close. The haze had evaporated from Nozel’s pretty eyes, leaving them clear of lust-filled mist. Jack pressed long fingers against Nozel’s thigh, close to a healing bruise. “I need to wash off,” Nozel pointed out, but Jack didn’t pull back. Instead he held down his hips with a knee, and slipped his other hand down between his legs. Nozel’s hips jerked when Jack slipped his fingers, edges sharpened by his mana skin, inside of him. His head tipped sideways, and he tried to stifle his sounds with his own shoulder to little success. He clutched tightly to the decorated egg. Jack kept his face close to Nozel’s, bending down to bite at his ear, and run his long tongue along the shell.

“Ja— The time-...”

“Don’t worry about that, little bird. S’ long as you don’t try to sit during the ceremony you’ll manage. I wanna see you squirm, knowing you’ve got marks in obvious places while you’re in public.” He could hear Nozel’s nails scrape against the egg that was trying its best to heal him the instant he received new cuts. “You’re a— menace.”

“A pain in the ass?” Nozel kicked him with some effort in the back. “Shut up, idi-ot-!” Jack bit deep marks into his ear, lapped up the blood. “Not funny?” The question was met with a breathy snort. “Not funn-ah!” Cum spilled over Nozel’s skin, and Jack bent over to lick it off. “You’re impossible,” Nozel muttered as he watched. His cheeks were once again flushed and his lips were once more swollen from how he had treated them with his own teeth. “You’re a fucking masochist,” Jack snorted into Nozel’s belly. Nozel gave his back another kick, and he jerked and groaned when it caused the sharp fingers cut against his insides. “And you’re, a damn sadist,” he retorted after regaining his words. Jack hummed. “You sure know how to flatter a guy, princess.” He slipped his sharpened fingers out of him, pulled him back in, and slipped a mana-altered cock inside of him. Nozel slapped his hands over his mouth to hold back a scream. The egg rolled off his chest, and Jack caught it before it rolled over the edge of the bed. Nozel muffled another scream, and Jack moved slowly, slowly, inside of him, thrusting and pulling, and he watched Nozel twist and try to be still at the same time. He came with another muffled scream, spilling seed all over himself and back curling so far it looked like he might snap his spine.

Jack pulled Nozel’s hands aside, and pressed the tip of the egg against his tightly pressed-together lips. “You shouldn’t lose this thing, princess. You need it.” It would have been way more bizarre than ir were, seeing the miz of pain and pleasure in Nozel’s eyes, had he not seen it so many times before. He really was a huge fucking masochist. Nozel parted his lips and wrapped his lips around the egg and dug his teeth into it as best as he was able; Jack kept the egg in place as he kept fucking him.

Nozel hit his fisted hand against Jack’s shoulder, thumb against his skin, and Jack slowed down and stopped moving. He pulled the egg, still doing its best to try to heal Nozel, from Nozel’s lips. “Carnation, ‘s it?” Nozel shook his head. “Gladiolus,” he panted out. He reached upward, grasping at Jack. Carefully, to not upset his nether regions too much, Jack pulled him into his arms, and Nozel wrapped himself around Jack, pressed his lips tightly to his skin. “Y’good?” he asked, and Nozel nodded. Filthy little beauty, so needy, so addicted. Jack snapped his hips up, deeper into Nozel, and the muffled screams mixed with pleas that only were made up by Jack’s name. Jack watched the egg, considered, and while Nozel shuddered from another orgasm and collapsed exhausted against Jack, Jack pulled his cock out of the man, and pushed the still activated magical tool inside the man’s ass. Nozel made confused, incoherent noises. “So you don’t go lose it. Maybe you should keep it stuffed up there all the time, give you some practice and make sure you can always be healed wherever you are getting fucked up.” Mingled with Nozel’s words were a needy sound. “I’ll be found out that way.” Jack brushed his lips against his skin. “Then I can finally claim you for myself, little bird.”

...

It was late in the forenoon when they parted, and Jack wanted to shove Nozel up against a wall and fuck him senseless again. After rolling in the hay with Nozel, Jack was always in a good mood for the rest of the day, and the members of his squad could tell as much. They didn’t really appreciate his good mood. Their opinion was that it only was trouble for them. Maybe it was, but he didn’t really care. He was satisfied for the moment, and he was going to bask in the feeling of a good fuck.

...

It was after some long days of work, during which Jack sent out several members on missions and went on a short one on his own, that he joined Nozel in his bedchamber again. Tying him down to the bed with a rope that looped around its underside, pinning him down and fucking him for hours, it all felt so good.

Jack was bent over him, fingers digging into skin and teeth grazing veins and muscles. His nails dragged against the raw skin burned red by rope, scratched against bruises caused by violent tugging and skin hitting skin, nails caught in thin cuts and he reveled in the mix of hisses of pain and chirps of pleasure. He watched the rough rope twisted around the sweaty body beneath him, watched the mess the normally elegant person had turned into. Sweaty, mussed, covered in sperm. The picture of a well-fucked little bird, close to passing out from both the lack of oxygen caused by rope he pulled taut and let loose around his own neck because it was attached by one end to Nozel’s arm, and from the pleasure of their time together.

It was always amazing to see the man like this, a complete wreck only for Jack, because of Jack.

Jack wasn’t done yet, though. He buried rough and hard inside him again after cumming across his back, bent over him and pulled back his head to kiss him on swollen, bloodied lips.

There was sudden noise.

Jack stiffened, and he felt Nozel clench around him and tense underneath him, when something slammed into the door. They heard a voice mutter curses and the door was suddenly no more.

The shocked silence was loud, his blood pounded in his ears. Then—

“How dare you!”

The boy bellowed the words, and unrefined water directed its violent path toward Jack. Jack pulled away from Nozel — he heard an involuntary whine — and slashed the waterbeast in half; it fell in a hard, short rain to the floor. The boy— Nozel’s younger brother— turned, and ran. That was fast— “Jack! Free me now!”

Jack complied to the barked-out order, even though he loathed to listen to the man’s orders and preferred to mess him up further each time he was given one; Nozel grabbed a shirt and pulled it on as he dashed off out the room, after his brother.

The boy was already gone, disappeared out of the base. Nozel stood in a window, fingers tightly gripping the sill, and looked angrily into the distance. When he heard Jack approach he turned, pulled him back toward his bedchamber in a haste. He started to grab clothes and pull them on, and he grasped a healing item as he rushed though the room; the glow around him emanated from a pocket and his wounds and bruises started to heal.

“He’ll be going to father,” he said as he hurried around the room. “I need to clear this misunderstanding before anything bad happens.”

“Bad how, exactly?”

Nozel stopped, and turned an intense gaze onto Jack. It was so intense that Jack felt a shiver run down his spine. Fuck. “It’s my father. He could do literally anything, if he thinks the family has been dishonored.”

“Not you? But your family?” Nozel’s silence was answer enough. It was the family that mattered the most of all. Nozel grabbed his broom, and he made way out of the building. Jack followed suit, dressed and wanting to clear up his intentions with this messed-up family. Nozel stopped and placed a hand against his chest. His gaze was on his own hand, not on Jack’s face. “It would be better if you stay away.”

Jack was unhappy with the statement, but he didn’t protest.

...

They appeared in the middle of the night. The King’s personal guards, magic knights specifically assigned to protecting the King and following his orders. Rape, torture, treason and crime against the Crown, they said. That was what he was arrested for. Jack bristled, wondered loudly where these accusations came from, wondered loudly about the basis, the proof. The soldiers didn’t know or care about the details; at least they claimed as much. But Jack knew where the accusations came from.

He was dragged in front of the court, bloodied because of his protests and his claims about the truth, and he heard the soldiers spew out how he lied about the young Silva heir, saying that he had permitted everything Jack had done to him, what they did together, to each other. None of them could understand it. How a nobleman, a royal, would ever allow a commoner to bed them, tie them up, cut them, injure them, be that close.

Nozel was pale-faced and distress was written across his face. He tried to defend Jack, but nobody listened. Nozel’s father claimed that he had been indoctrinated and corrupted by Jack. That he wasn’t in control of his own mind. That he had been made to believe that he had wanted what Jack did to him. It became more and more obvious that his father had made up his mind from the start, and that he had absolutely no intention of listening to a word of what his son said.

They had already made up their minds.

Julius arrived as the King was shouting for the- probably something like the fiftieth time- that Jack should be executed.

No matter how much the Magic Emperor tried to get everybody to listen to Jack’s and Nozel’s side of the story, the King and Lord Silva were not interested in even considering for a second that Jack and Nozel may have been involved in only consensual activities, no matter how absurd and sadistic and messed up they may have been. Maybe Julius didn’t know what to think, maybe he believed Nozel was out of his mind, maybe he believed that he was sane, but it didn’t matter in the end.

“For your crimes against the Crown, I sentence you to death by beheading!”

Jack closed his eyes and cursed the King, cursed the Lord, and he wished that the pain wouldn’t be so visibly written across his pretty little bird’s face.

Chokehold 1: Tooth and Nail