Time After Time Series

(WARNING! This part contains attempted rape.)

He'd planned the campaign with his knights, had his supper, and was now eagerly headed for his tent. Inside, he found that a large bath had been filled and sat steaming in the center of the room, both sparce and luxurious at the same time, with few pieces of furniture, but with fine rugs, tapestries and pillows. "Where is he, where is Alex?!" he shouted, ducking out of the tent to ask the guard at the entrance.

"I'm right here, sir," Alexandros yelled, stumbling a little as he carried a rather heavy pitcher towards the tent. "My name is Alexandros, sir," he said when he was close enough to speak at a normal tone. "Your bath is ready, I was just bringing the last of the water."

"Inside." William moved ever so slightly and gritted his teeth as his body reacted to the boy brushing against him when he entered the tent. Dropping the material, he stalked toward the boy. "When I say prompt, I mean prompt."

The boy seemed an eager young thing. Was he experienced in taking care of the needs of knights in times of war? William's deviant appetites were not limited to war and the shortage of women, but it was certainly an easier time to get what he wanted without as much censure as one would expect on English soil. "Undress me. Alex."

Alexandros nodded and reached out to open the clasp of the sheath holding the sword. His new master might dress differently than his old one but if there was one thing every servant learned it was that the swords came off first. Less chance of having your eye poked out or your head loped off in a fit of temper if the sword wasn't within easy reach. He tugged and pulled at the leather but the clasp was too different to the one he was used to and it took a while before he managed to open it.

"I'm sorry, sir," he murmured, hoping to avert a scolding.

William had been holding his breath. When the boy had leaned in, and tugged roughly. He'd been ever so close to pushing the boy down on his knees and making him open that red stained mouth for him. "Go on," he said, voice roughened with desire. He put his arms out to the side, to allow Alex to take the rest of his clothes off.

There was an imperceptible pause in Alexandros's movements as he begun to tug the laces away from the knight's shirt. He was well familiar with that tone of voice. His old master always sounded like that just before he made more personal use of Alexandros. Still, he had no idea how this man functioned. Perhaps he wasn't interested in boys at all, perhaps he would call for a servant girl after his bath. Unsure of how to proceed, Alexandros kept his touches impersonal and didn't allow his hands to linger on the knight's chest as he would have done with his old master. Soon enough the shirt and breeches were off and he was helping the knight into the bath.

The light, fluttering touches of Alex's hands were both arousing and frustrating. William gripped the boy's shoulder as he climbed into the bath, holding him a bit longer than necessary and leaning close to breath in the scent of his long hair. Like the rest of the boy, the scents he apparently used, were just as exotic. "Take your shirt off, so you don't get wet," he said, slowly settling into the water. "Do it over there," he nodded toward a spot directly in front of him so that Alex would undress in his presence.

"Err...yes, sir."

Or perhaps the new knight was pretty much the same as his old master. He pulled off his tunic and stepped close to the bath, reaching out for the cake of soap in the tray next to it.

"Where do you wish for me to begin?"

"Anywhere. Just stay in front of me," he answered as his eyes feasted on Alex's delicate features and moved lower, over his bare chest. He couldn't wait to be touched again. "Don't be gentle."

Alexandros nodded and tentatively laid his hand on the knight's shoulder. He was kneeling at the side of the tub, just in front of his new master, a rather awkward position but still, his instructions were clear. Soon he had found a rhythm, rubbing hard along the blond's shoulders as he made sure to try and relax the tension in the muscles as he went.

Ordinarily, William would have closed his eyes, but now he found he could not. Every movement the boy made, leaning in and out, exerting himself, made William think of all the ways he wished to have the boy. "Why are you so pretty? The eyes... lips?" he asked, reaching a wet hand to stroke Alex's long hair. "Almost like a girl... but better."

"I don't know, sir," he responded after a moment's hesitation, "it's the way God made me, maybe?" He continued his work, hands moving over the planes of the knight's chest. He automatically employed the tricks his previous master had insisted on, pressing a little harder when he brushed across the nipples and more gentle down the ribs.

"Ahhh." William's chest constricted under the boy's deliberate strokes. He was experienced then. Good, it was just what he needed. Grasping the sides of the bath, he pulled himself up so most of his chest was out of the water. "Again. Slowly."

"Yes, sir," Alexandros dutifully repeated the movements. He watched his hands travel down the firm planes of the knight's chest and marveled at the difference between his two masters. Lord Isaac wasn't overweight exactly but he was a huge bear of a man, with wide shoulders and big muscles, darkened by the Mediterranean sun. The knight was more compact, his muscles no less defined but not bulging out and his skin was still fair, especially under his own dark hands. So fascinated was he by what he was seeing that he didn't notice the knight move until a short second before lips were pressing against his own.

The urge to fuck that pretty mouth had grown uncontrollable as the lad kept bringing his face close. Feeling as if he was about to explode, William swept his mouth over the boys. Just the light touch sent desire pounding to his loins. He put one wet hand on the back of the boy's head and proceeded to fuck his mouth with his tongue, in and out, less than gentle, taking what he wanted... needed. Sweet... so fucking sweet, the boy tasted of cinnamon and honey, and of innocence and carnal knowledge... all at once.

He was used to being kissed, his old master had insisted that his lips were so much like a woman's kissing him was permissible. Still, the knight had more skill and he was so much more fascinating than Lord Isaac. Alexandros allowed himself to enjoy the kiss, let his eyes drift closed and tilted his head to afford the knight better access.

William rose to a sitting position which allowed him to deepen the kiss. So good... so accepting... so perfect for the long journey ahead. Weaving his fingers into the boy's long hair, he started to stand up. It was awkward, and water splashed out of the tub, but he managed to drag the boy up with him, still probing and fucking ever corner of his deliciously slick warm mouth. When he finally pulled back, he felt more than a bit of smugness at the dreamy look in Alex's eyes. "You're all wet," he said, gaze flicking down to look at how Alex's breeches now clung to the front of his body and left nothing to the imagination.

"I'm...sorry, sir?" Alexandros replied, "Do you wish for me to..." He stopped, not sure how to phrase his question without intimating too much. Despite the kiss, or perhaps even because of it, he wasn't as confident in handling this new master as he'd been a few short minutes ago. "What do you wish for me to do?"

William stared at him. This mixture of experience and innocence was intoxicating and sending signals straight to his cock. Taking Alex's hands, he pushed them downward over his chest and abs and lower. "Wash the rest of me."

* * *
[Present]
Spike's hand roamed over Xander's cock. "You're getting hard again," he pointed out, helping the process as he stroked over the silky soft boxers.

"Well you're talking about me giving you a bath," Xander was breathless, pushing into Spike's hand. "Did I look like I do now? Were you smaller than me?"

"Smaller?" Spike growled, rolling half way over Xander, but still using the heel of his hand to apply pressure to his erection. "No, I was very tall, and you were a slight, pretty little thing. I could crush you in my arms, but rarely did I want to do that."

"Really? I was the teensy one? That's a change," he teased with a laugh, even as he grew harder from Spike's ministrations.

Hooking one leg around Xander's and rubbing his own throbbing cock against the boy's thigh, Spike demanded, "Who the bloody hell you calling teensy?"

Xander pushed Spike back until he was the one lying on the bed and Xander was on top of him. “If the shoe fits," he smiled and kissed him.

* * *

[Past]

The large ship swayed and creaked under banners that announced the holy quest of its occupants. It was late, perhaps past the eight o'clock hour, but the sun had yet to go down. On the decks, bored soldiers set up a makeshift theatre... a circle. They sat on deck, or on barrels, they stood leaning against crates and posts, and they drank their ale. All eyes were focused on the sails that had been hung like sheets to provide a changing room from which the dancers would emerge. A few strummed their lutes and many started to stomp a beat to the music, impatient and ready for the girls.

Alexandros fastened the last thread of his costume, the gauzy fabric barely holding on to his hips. He experimentally thrust to the left and nodded as the fabric followed his movement, rising up a little before it dropped back, low on his hip. Sir Isaac loved to watch him dance and he often invited his knights to enjoy the show.

"It's showtime," he said and stepped forward with a grin. The soldiers went wild, clapping and whistling at his mere appearance. As the music swelled, Alexandros moved, graceful and light, teasing the men with his eyes and his hands, never touching them or himself.

Standing on the upper Captain's deck, William watched his men grow more and more excited. Leaning against the railing, he let them have their bit of fun. If some of them wished to play act to keep their minds off the monotony, he was all for it. Although, he could see this quickly growing out of hand... what with all the drinking and the lack of true female companionship. God protect the dancers if some of the men in the audience decided to slake their lust.

Someone reached out to touch him but Alexandros laughed and stepped away. He danced his way across the makeshift stage, swinging his hips so that the fabric swelled and dipped away from the audience. The men were getting more and more excited and he didn't want to be pulled into the crowd. Alexandros had enough experience to keep to the back from now on.

William's gaze skipped back and forth from the grey waters back to the lower deck. The lusty shouts of the men were hard to ignore. The demands to pull up skirts or allow the men a squeeze were growing, as was the banging of tankards on the deck and on crates. Tongues were loosening, men sharing their desires out loud, everything from wanting a kiss to fucking the lasses over a barrel.

"No more of yer teasin'," one man shouted, dragging a dancer close and groping as if the breasts on the dancer weren't false. As he thrust against the dancer's ass, the calls of encouragement increased.

To be honest, William's cock stirred. It was similar to the need that filled a man at the end of a battle... the desire to conquer, to own, to mark that he'd been there. He leaned forward, breathing just a bit harder.

Alexandros saw one of the soldiers reach out to grab a friend of his and he quickly got hold of him first, pulling him close and into his arms. Alexandros pressed himself against the dancer's back and dragged his hands down his chest.

"Don't dance too close to the edge," he whispered into the boy's ear, "not unless you want them to grab you."

Some of the others got off on being dragged down like that. Alexandros hated it, too many men pushing too hard. He liked having at least some choice in what he did, even if he had no choice as to his partner.

One of the dancers moved into view, shaking ‘her’ hips just so. The response from the men was palatable, and contagious. Like them, William started to slam his hand against the railing, wanting more... wanting the boyish figure to show more skin, more evidence of his true sex. That one truly knew how to tease, with his hair, his motions... Lord when he bowed over backwards, still swaying his hips, William was dying to see the face that went with the body. However, the instant he recognized Alex, lust and jealousy slammed into him like a fist to the belly.

He roared out his anger, scissoring his legs over the railing and climbing down some roping. "Enough... enough," he shouted, dropping down, and reaching Alex. He grasped the boy by the hair. "This here is my personal servant," he shouted, eyes sparking with rage. "No one... no one is to touch him, he is not to be played with. His sole duty is to see to my keeping. If anyone dares cross me on this, you -will - meet- your - maker."

Without looking at the boy, he dragged him backwards by the hair, refusing to slow when he stumbled and bumped into other dancers or the audience. Inside, he stalked through the long hall and kicked the door to his chambers open. He shoved the boy up against the wall, quivering with rage. The scared face he was presented with only added to his fury. William pulled him up close and covered his mouth with his own, punishing him, taking his lust and anger out on him, crushing him for all the unwanted feelings he'd stirred.

Too shocked to protest Alexandros let himself be dragged off by the hair like some common street whore. He hadn't seen this side of his new master's character, had grown too complacent in the way he was being treated and now, pushed back into the wall, helpless against William De Sonnac's bigger frame, his fear spiked. Instead of relaxing into the violence as he'd been taught he struggled and pulled his head back, trying to escape the punishing kiss. He hadn't done anything wrong, he'd only been doing what he was told to do and he said as much when his lips were suddenly freed.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't know I wasn't to entertain the soldiers. Please, sir, I'm sorry," he begged, hating himself for every word but they had to be said, he had to explain otherwise worse punishment could be heaped.

"Entertain," William spat out, roughly tearing at the feminine clothes that half covered Alex's body. "You wanted them to fuck you... bitch!" he lowered his mouth and gave the boy another hard kiss, this time tasting blood on his lips. His cock was jutting out, pressing against Alex possessively. All this time, he'd waited... allowed the boy to service him only with his mouth and hands. But now he would be fucked within an inch of his life... he would know to whom he belonged.

A firm thigh pushing between his legs left no doubt as to what the knight intended. Alexandros redoubled his efforts to escape as he pushed and scratched like a wild animal. Sir Isaac had never made him do that and the mere thought of De Sonnac's big frame holding him down and pushing in was enough to make him panic. He'd been so good at predicting what his new master wanted and now this and he hadn't known, he hadn't known.

"Please sir, I didn't know, I swear I didn't want them to touch me, please sir."

Blood pounded into William's ears. Anything the boy said didn't register and his efforts to push him away merely made him see red. Bunching the flimsy clothes in his fists, he pulled them apart, tearing and dropping them to the ground. "Please... yes you will please," he snarled, making short work of opening his breeches. Grabbing Alex's shoulder, he gave him a rough shove toward the narrow bed, watching him land on his stomach. Before he could roll back over, William was on the bed, legs straddling the backs of Alex' thighs, cock brushing that rounded ass that teased and tormented him... the crowd of other men... his former master... and God knew who else. "Down," he pushed on the middle of his back as he started to align his cock to Alex's opening.

Alexandros tried to scramble off, managing to move a few feet before he was dragged back. Despite his efforts he was soon trapped under the knight, legs spread wide and unable to move. He closed his eyes and tensed, waiting for the pain that would follow. De Sonnac moved and Alexandros moaned in fear as he felt the knight press against him.

William had been about to cuff him for disobeying his order, for trying to escape him, but all of a sudden the boy was deathly still and only making low pleading sounds. Then William De Sonnac did something he'd never done in the heat of battle, in the heat of his anger which was usually slow to rise but once it erupted, impossible to douse. "Bah," he got off the bed and shoved his still very hard cock into his breeches. "Get out of my sight."
The words were clear but his body refused to obey. Alexandros knew his best chance at safety was to run as fast as he could, yet all he could do was lay there and shiver. He'd thought he was safe, thought De Sonnac was content with what they'd been doing. Never before had he been proven so dramatically wrong. He'd escaped this time but what about the next time or the time after that? "I don't understand what I did," he whispered. Maybe if he knew what he'd done wrong this time maybe he would be able to avoid it.

"Do you dare disobey, again?" William growled, his gaze grazing over the boy's bare ass even as he tried to understand why he'd foregone the punishment he'd intended.

"No, sir, I'm sorry. I'll go," Alexandros immediately responded. He grabbed his clothes and scrambled out of the room. It wasn't until he turned the corner that he remembered that he had no sleeping quarters other than De Sonnac's room.
* * *
[Present]
"I was so bloody jealous I went out of my head. Could have killed you. Mmmm," Spike all but purred under the ministrations of Xander's mouth sliding up and down the side of his throat. "Might kill you now if you stop."

Xander stopped. He'd only been listening with half an ear, too focused on the taste of Spike's skin to really concentrate but then the words filtered through his brain and he was too shocked to go on.

"Hang on, do you mean to say you kicked poor innocent me out of the only place I had to sleep? After you attacked me and all that?" he asked.

"Right. But it was for your protection." Clapping his hand firmly on the back of Xander's head, he guided him back to continue what he was doing.

"If you weren't such a dumb bastard I wouldn't need protection," Xander insisted, "I was doing my job and you were being a...a...berk!"

"A berk?" Since when did the pup use Britishisms? Pushing Xander down beside him, he decided to tell him the what's what. "Your job was to take care of me... not the whole bloody lot of them on the ship. I didn't like the way you were enjoying yourself going about the dancing, either. Now that I think about it, I think you did it on purpose... to make me jealous. That's it, you knew I... he... wouldn't like it, and you did it anyway."

Xander grinned up at Spike. "You called Giles a berk and he glared, I assume it was a bad thing. And I'm sure I knew nothing. How was I supposed to know you wouldn't like it. Did you say 'Alexandros, don't do that, I won't like it?' No you didn't. So you better have gone after me to apologise," he concluded with a mock glare.

"Let's skip forward a few days, then..."

* * *

[Past]

Two days later, William's anger had cooled. It was early, still dark out from what he could tell from the porthole view. He was drawing his boots on, when the door creaked open, and Alexandros came in. He wore that wary look... as if he were on edge, and about to bolt. "Get my coat."

"Yes, sir," Alexandros immediately replied, rushing to get the cloak. He'd been extra careful of the knight's mood, scared that he would somehow trigger his temper again. The last thing Alexandros wanted was to have a repeat of that night so he did everything he could to keep his new master as pleased as possible.

William got up and allowed the boy to help him with it. Blasted boy... he got so close while fixing his collar, William could all but feel his body heat. "Where have you taken yourself to at nights?" he demanded.

"With the others, sir. Was I..." Alexandros stepped back, wary of the anger in De Sonnac's eyes. "Was I wrong to do so?" he asked and edged a little towards the door.

"Come here." His voice brooked no disobedience.

Alexandros approached warily, ready to bolt if the knight became violent again.

Reaching out, William pushed the curtain of hair away from Alexandros's face, leaned down and kissed him full on the lips. No prelude, no warning, just a hard, possessive kiss that made up for the days that had gone by without a single touch between them. "You will sleep here tonight," he said thickly. "It's been cold. I want you to warm my bed."

He couldn't help the flinch. The thought that De Sonnac would go through with what he had started two nights ago was too much to allow him control of his reactions.

"Yes, sir."

William's gaze swept over Alexandros's pinched features. "You would rather warm the bed of others," he said, flatly, doing a stellar job of hiding his emotions.

"No, sir!" Alexandros immediately protested, "It's just...what would you require, sir?"

Sir Isaac had rarely had him and Alexandros had done his best to avoid the experience. He doubted De Sonnac would be swayed by lips and hands though and he was far younger than Sir Isaac, he was sure to recover much faster even if Alexandros did have his way. Alexandros would have to prepare himself and get used to the idea before tonight, otherwise the knight might get angry again.

"Was I not clear? My bed is cold." Without looking at the boy, he pulled his gloves on. "Make sure you are washed. Use that scent you brought with you." William's entire body hardened at the thought of having Alexandros pressed up against him. Ridiculous, but he wished it were night already.

"Yes, sir but do you want me to service you or do you want to have me." Alexandros knew he was pushing things, maybe too far, but he needed to know what to expect. He had to get ready for it so he wouldn't react in the wrong way and anger the knight.

Direct speech like that was the last thing William had expected. Laughter was another thing he hadn't expected, and yet he was laughing. "Why don't we wait to see which offer you make... best not to put the horse in front of the cart." Shaking his head in wonder, he walked out of the room, leaving the boy to tidy it up.

For a few minutes after De Sonnac left Alexandros just stood there, staring at the closed door. Why the hell had he been laughing? Alexandros was sure he hadn't said anything funny. He'd expected a slap or a punch or maybe a real answer but laughter was completely new to him.

"And I still don't know what the hell he wants," he muttered and set about tidying up. He would just have to expect everything, he thought with a sigh.

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