Date: Sun, 30 Apr 2006 23:41:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bane <impaktitang_88@yahoo.com>
Subject: May Day's Eve - Gay Male

A/N: Since this is the first day of May, I offer you all a love story
between two males that happened on the eve of May. This is a fictional
story, as far as I know, so the chance for it to be a real life story is
pretty slim. But who knows?

This involves bare-backing - no condoms whatsoever and het undertones. I'm
not in favor for unsafe sex but the story required it. It's hard to picture
my characters using condoms in 18th Century.  So, if you are underage, you
should not read this. But if you ever did, just be RESPONSIBLE enough to
know the consequences and learn the difference between fantasy and
reality. ALWAYS practice SAFE Sex.

I don't know if this is a jerk-off material. If you want to read a
cum-blasting fic, then this is NOT a fic for you. I don't entirely believe
that all gay men were all sex-driven people like the other fics tried to
imply. But I think that the intimate scenes were pretty hot also -- I
think.

If you have any comments, suggestions or just want to have a
conversation. E-mail me at Impaktitang_88@yahoo.com.  I'll be glad to
listen and talk things through. Drop me a line or two and it will really
rock my world.

 It will take me a lot of time before I post another fic, but rest assured
that I'm planning to write another one. This is a one-shot fic. My next fic
will not be related in this whatsoever.

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May Day's Eve by Impaktita

1885 Cornwall, England

William tried to close his eyes but failed. His head was swarming with
pleasant memories from the night. And sleep should be the last on his still
awaken thoughts. How he could ever forget the beauty that captivated him
from the party that night? The soft laughter rang in his memory like a
sacred bell from the church, as he sighed in remembrance. The delicate
melodious laughter, serenading him all through the night, tugging his heart
every bit of a chance. He could not even look at her, 'twas a sin to look,
he thought. But someday, he will. He will profess to her his undying
love. But for now he was contented to feel her presence even from afar. The
thought left him with a smile and romantic hope.

"Master William, why are you still awake?" William's musing was interrupted
by his nanny, Elizabeth, the latter always checked on William before she
retired to bed.

"I cannot sleep," it almost came out as a whine; "I know tell me a story,
please. I promise I will sleep after that." William loved Elizabeth's woven
tales since he was a child. Every night before he went to bed, she would
tell him one and all through the night he'll sleep peacefully. William knew
it was unusual for his age to humor himself in hearing these stories. But
to indulge his sense of fantasy was almost divine.

The pleading blue eyes and rumpled hair always appealed to Elizabeth. She
could not bear to ignore that soft request, especially if it came from her
sweet child. She slowly walked to the bed and sat at the end of the
mattress. Still holding the candle, she suddenly remembered an old wives
tale her mother had told to her, the tiny flame burning the wick sparking
her memory.

"It was once again the first day of May-" The calm and steady voice of
Elizabeth brought shivers down his spine, "the night of divination, where
witches and devils roam around the earth- and night of lovers alike. For
those who cared enough to peer into a mirror at midnight, they could behold
the face of the one to which they were fated."

The story of the mirror interested William. Especially tonight, he had
found the girl of his awakening dreams. It would be wonderful to know which
person he would be fated to, if it might be the one he dreamt about.

"What should I do?" William could not hide the eager voice behind his
query.

"You must go to a dark room that has a mirror in it, all alone. At the
struck of midnight, when the night and day meets, you must light a candle
and stood in front of a mirror. While holding the candle, gently close your
eyes and whisper these words^Å

"Mirror, mirror show to me, whose lover, I shall be."

"If all goes right, at your left shoulder, you should see the face of your
soul mate."

"And if it goes wrong? What will happen?"

"Then my dear boy, God may have mercy on you^Å" she said,
threateningly. "^Åfor you will see^Åthe devil."

William could not even grasp if his nanny was scaring him like a kid. But
the seriousness he found in her eyes made him think that his nanny might
have seen the devil herself. But like any eighteen year old boy, he could
not just agree with that statement.

"Nonsense, the devil does not exist." He said defiantly, but the slight
tremble in his voice gives in that he was a bit shaken.

"Ah, but you believe in God?" The taunting voice of Elizabeth did not
escape William. "Why not the devil?" He could not argue with his nanny,
despite her age, she was still quick witted. He chose to keep quiet and
sulk.

Elizabeth smiled at William's pout. She knew William would resort to being
silent after her statement. It is the reason why William is special to her,
he was brattish at times, remaining childlike even as he blossomed into
manhood. "Ah, my Will, it's almost past your bedtime now. Sleep now, my
little one." The gentle pat on William's head indicated the intervention at
that night has come to an end.

William wanted to argue that he was no longer a child, but chose to let it
pass. To his nanny, he will always be her little boy.

After his nanny left the room, William pondered the story. He wondered
whether his nanny had been spinning yarns or if she had believed it,
remembering the intense look in her eyes and it came to mind that today was
the thirtieth of April. He can see for himself if the story is true or
not. Another thought passed his mind and that alone made him want to test
if the magic in May Day's Eve was real.

He tiptoed quietly outside the corridor; his gaze went from left to right
to see if anyone is still awake. His feet were bare. Creaking sounds were
made with each step he took. Heart pounding with nervousness he continued,
but his will was stronger than his fear.

William stood at the den's door, still clutching his heart as he felt it
beat wildly from its place. He peered into the room, imagining the empty
place was filled once again by the earlier guests' laughter and chattering
noise. And there in the middle of the room, standing gracefully, waiting
for him, was his lovely dark princess. Her eyes so pretty and sparkling
like the midnight jewels in the sky, lips painted, inviting and tempting
him, silently whispering^Å Come dance with me. William forgot his reason
and leaped at the chance, forgetting that this was mere illusions of his
wild mind. He danced with her, something he had not dared do in her
presence earlier that night. Eyes closed, bodies entwined they covered the
whole dance floor. William thought he could dance forever with her as he
heard the melody in his head. When he opened his eyes, his fantasy vanished
before him, the laughter and chattering noise ceased, and the silence is
threateningly deafening. Gone was his dark princess. All that was left was
an empty and dark place. He felt an overwhelming sense of loss but was more
determined to find out if the story was true or not, whether her face would
appear to his left, painted lips and sparkling eyes.

Looking at the clock, he held the candle more tightly than he should, still
waiting - anticipative for his time. Every second made him a bit closer to
the edge - every pass of the second hand plucked the fight or flight sense
in him. Taking a look at the absurdity of this, a soft chuckle escaped from
his lips. He would not let this chance pass.

Looking over the clock, he walked quietly towards the big mirror in the
living room area. The mirror hung on the wall before him; an ancient
looking mirror with a gold frame carved with leaves and flowers. He could
see himself slowly approach, his face appearing as a pure mask with each
precautious step. The generous streak of moonlight from the open window,
served as comforting light against the darkness filling the place.

With slightly trembling hands, he lit the candle he was holding. His pure
mask face turned into a living face in the light. Without any of the doubt
he felt before - he closed his eyes and whispered the incantation, all the
while hoping that the one he secretly admire will appear in it.

"Mirror, mirror show to me, whose lover, I shall be."

When he finished the incantation, his eyes widened. He could not move a
single muscle; all he could do was stand and stare.

"My, my^Åwhat do we have here?" The deep voice said. "You're too young to
be vain." The intruder's face was plastered with a knowing smirk. His mere
presence just intimidated something inside sweet William.

William whirled around and glared at the intruder. "I^Å I am not vain,
you^Åyou brute!" He said huffily, flushing red while turning from the
mirror. His surprise in seeing someone was cut shortly by the obnoxious
comment from the stranger.

"Indeed you don't have to - It'll be a sin if you are." The intruder
purred. "Besides, charms like yours don't need a candle, fair one."

William only glared at him, for he didn't know how to reply to the
intimidating young man before him. The trespasser narrowed his eyes,
recognition flooding his face.

"I remember you! You're William, whom I left as a scrubby child." The
stranger ran an appreciative gaze towards William. "Look at you now, a fine
looking lad you've been."

William shuddered at the strangers look. He didn't remember him, he was
sure he would remember his face, his assured swagger. It was like watching
a hunter eyeing its prey. And from the looks of it - he'd been spotted. His
heart beat wildly, still embarrassed from being caught staring into the
mirror, flushing anew from the looks the stranger was giving him. He was
obviously drunk. He could smell the strong scent of the ale the young man
had consumed. It was a miracle the man could walk from the entire barrel he
must have drunk. William's fight or flight sense is kicking once again and
he chose the most logical thing to do. He hurried to the door.

The man purposefully stepped in front of him.

"Let me pass, sir," William muttered fiercely. The stranger was barring his
way from the room.

"Why are you so urgent to leave?" The playful derision in the stranger's
voice was noticeable, inviting William to take the bait.

William looked at the man liked he had grown an extra head. He could not
quite grasp the man to be that irritating. "This is my house. I am leaving
to find someone who will throw you out!"

"But we are not acquainted quite yet," the man said, still blocking him
from his planned runaway, thrusting out his hand, "Liam Mason." The
persistent man, Liam, had come for the ball. But when he arrived at the
host's place, he found it empty like the ale he consumed earlier. He was
about to leave but he saw the vision of a lad looking at the mirror. He
approached the young man, intrigued on what he had been doing in front of
the mirror, forgetting about his plan a little earlier.

William could hear the silent ticking of the clock and was once again
smothered with uneasiness. William could only groan from frustration. It's
better to go along; the man was obviously too drunk to argue with. He took
the proffered hand and shook it lightly, before trying to pull away, but
the pressure on his hand only increased. He tried to pull away again, but
Liam turned out to be very strong, apparently, for a drunken man. The play
of dominance increased William's agitation to be released, tremors starting
to run across his whole being. He'd rather want to think of the shiver as a
sign of fear rather than his twisted view of excitement. But god, he's
nether region seemed to be agreeing with the latter comprehension.

The realization hit him hard in the guts; the more he wanted to be released
from his striking captor, the more he was held onto - the hotter his blood
got, flushing his skin and flowing into areas unfit for speech.

Wait^Å Striking? Did he think striking? Since when did he think Liam - this
brute - to be striking in any kind? 'Since you saw him^Å'his guilty inner
voice taunts.

They both stood before the mirror, looking in each others' eyes,
challenging one another like any dominant male animal. Their shadows on the
wall posed there, still, like their masters. Liam's drink laden mind began
to sober and the gleam of his eyes suggested he was ready for anything that
might occur at this situation. The lad before him just awakened the deviant
inside him-the part he thought long buried since he left his land. He knew
things about the lad that the pretty boy had not realized himself.

"Let me pass, sir," William cried with fury but the hand holding him just
seemed to tighten more than before. William thought that the man was
enjoying himself as he struggled more.

"Come on and spend the night with me^Åmy fair one^ÅIt's really lonely
here," William could only gasp at the blatant proposition. 'Surely this man
is out of his mind!' he thought, head reeling. Of course, he is not naïve
on such things. He had heard tales of those kinds of men, who prefer other
men for company.

"I will not do such things!" He replied, defiantly. William glared
furiously at Liam, challenging him to suggest otherwise.

Liam thought William was just too tasty when as his anger flared. "Why,
William! Such dirty thoughts you have! I didn't mean that kind of spending
the night^Å."

William feels like he'd been hit with a cane. Had he misread the context of
Liam's words? Surely not, the words were obviously pertaining to
that^Åweren't they?

Oh god! If a companion is all Liam needs^Åthen that mean William was the
fool and the brute in the room. Groaning he looked at Liam, preparing
himself with a pardon for his rude behavior. The amber light of the candle
saw that Liam's eyes held the devilish amusement in them and William
realized he's the sore end of the joke again. He felt
foolish-again. Gullible must be his middle name. The apologetic feeling
turns instantly to rage and he wants to punch the smirk off Liam's handsome
face.

Liam saw the moment William knew his game and the different feeling washed
over him once again, his manhood hardening quickly. Liam licked his
lips-the gesture of a hunter who knew that their prey was ready for the
picking. Although Liam was relaxed, his body was still ready for William's
sudden movements. The older man knew William would strike any minute
now. Feisty little body - just the way he liked it.

Before William could hit him, Liam yanked the blonde man towards him,
successfully pinning his free hand to Liam's chest. "Although^Åif your
thoughts just happen to focus on that^Åwe can make an exception." Liam said
breathily against William's ear while lightly nipping it.

Without further ado, he held William's neck in his hands and ravaged the
mouth that had been tempting him from the start. Liam groaned at the taste
of the mouth^Åso sweet, he thought - reminds him of aged wine, strong and
smooth, leaves you drunk and heady with each sinful taste. Can't get enough
of the taste, wants more of that succulent taste - burning in his memory
with each delve.

William doesn't know what to do - he was being assaulted and ravished. The
helplessness of the situation makes the instinct of the cornered prey to
kick in; he bit the offending lips and followed by the kick in the balls -
both extremely hard.

William didn't wait for the reaction of Liam and run as far as he can,
never bothering to give a second look on Liam, who was cursing and writhing
at the wooden floor. Grimace was written all over his face after the
assault. The need to go after William was far behind his priorities at that
moment. The painful throbbing from his lips and groin was invading all his
senses. He wanted to howl and yell at the top of his lungs, but his
rational mind comes into view, reminding him of the other occupants at the
house. And that made him even more aggravated, he just bear the pain on his
own like he knew instinctively as a man.

Liam groaned and cursed - his lips were cut and swollen^Å and his balls -
gods, his balls were crushed. He felt like being mutilated. Damn that
hussy, he thought. Cruel thoughts run through his mind. I'll make him pay -
that little slattern! He will have my revenge^ÅI will make sure it will be
agonizingly sweet - for me, that is.

But alas, he remembered, how lovely those lips again. How sweet to suckle
at them, tasting every sweet flavor those sinful luscious lips could offer
up to him. He's aching for another tumble on them. What would he not do, to
feast on those? To run his fingers through the golden curls that veiled his
cherubic face - truly that is given, the lad is an angel^Åfallen mayhap?
The candle only accentuates the beauty of his newest obsession - what
better way to see a true beauty, under the dark and light at the same
moment. He could watch that forever, the flicker of flames that danced
gracefully on the younger man's face - over the look of annoyance^Å

Liam uncharacteristically sang out in the night - loud and full of glee. He
suddenly realized that he had fallen in love with young William's face. Ah
yes, love at first bite perhaps^Åhe couldn't control the laughter at that
thought - totally absurd if he carefully thinks. But the mind is not to
question what the heart thinks or feel, so he'll choose to feel and not
think - another challenge for his sanity. The dark room with a slight hint
of the moonlight seems to be the most wonderful place he had ever
seen. Perfect beauty is all he could see - everything around him is just
perfect and right. The beauty of the night strucked him, all because he's
in love - yes he is. He is young - young and deliriously in love. The
overwhelming experience just brings forth tears in his eyes. Tears shed
were too dramatic for Liam, it'll be a treat for his drinking companions if
they'd ever saw how sentimental he'd become. But he'll take the big leap
and fight against multiple boundaries just to contain what he feels this
instance.  But Liam did not forgive him, he could not - no. He will
suffer^Åoh yes, make him pay. What a night it had been! "I'll never forget
this night." Liam silently said; his voice full of awe. He slowly
approached the open window and looked outside - tears streaming down his
face with his finger softly caressing his wounded lips. The throb on his
manhood turned into a tolerable one.

Tomorrow^Åhe whispers to the night.

But Liam's promise as easily said in the night, did nothing to stop the
impending twist and turns of fate. The promised tomorrow never did come for
the heart slightly^Åforgets? Yes, the heart could forget, for the heart was
distracted and May time passes like the summer lends to rainy storms. Days
could turn into months, and months into years but the truth shall remain;
two souls were always left yearning for some closure. Their passion still
burn, flames never withered since that bewitching day. One was left in a
twirling new emotions caused by the kiss shared on that wild May Day's Eve,
while the other half was still yearning for that promised revenge - made
silently in the night. Indeed, revenge is much sweeter and best served
cold, for Liam is more than ready to take the payment for that bite^Å.

William had been pulled out from his deep sleep. He can feel the sudden
change in his room. A sudden drop in temperature - the first thought that
came to him. No, beside that, there was something else; he could not quite
figure it out. There was something wrong^Åno, off about this^Åyeah,
something was not right.

He closed his eyes once again just to clear his vision, surely his eyesight
were having trouble focusing on the dark room, especially, when he had just
been suddenly awaken by the niggling feeling inside him. The sudden weight
on his side alerts him that his suspicion is correct - for the first time
he is dreading on it. Hope this is all part of his everyday dream, he
heartily wished. He was too caught up with his feelings; another one could
cause his insanity.

"Open your eyes, my dove." Damn, that voice, William thought. That sickly
erotic voice that's been haunting him for months^Åno, for years, he
corrects. Is five years that long? How could that time gone so quickly? May
Day Eve seems like yesterday, he fathomed, quietly. He could not come into
terms the amount of time wasted on his^Åobsession? Yes, the stranger, Liam,
become his everyday obsession. He could lie to himself that the idea was
unconventional, but he could not deny that Liam possessed him in every way
he could imagine.

He wanted to pretend that this was all an illusion - a part of his creative
and twisted imagination. But the pull to see the other man just overpowers
the logical side of him. It was only right to see once again the man who
possessed his many sleepless nights. Those nights left him perplex with
fantasy about Liam. He was still abashed how easily someone could replace
his waking nights. The dark princess he longed for turned into the
obnoxious handsome stranger. William was appalled by that thought. How come
her, becomes him suddenly? He didn't know how that happened, it all started
on that night. Every time he closed his eyes, the rugged, drunken features
of that man invaded him. No matter how he wanted to focus his obsession on
a normal level, it will come back to him- always him. William knew it was
outrageous and different but he does not have the power to control his
feelings. His heart just has a mind of his own; William again was left
helpless like the first kiss they had shared on that glorious night.

The moment he opened his eyes, he was met with the face of the most
gorgeous man he had ever known - until, and still at this very moment. His
sleeping heart just started to beat at its own accordance, pumping
furiously at his chest. The gentle breeze from the night could not appease
the burning feeling of William at that moment.

"So, you've never forgotten about me, I presume." Liam purrs while tracing
the nose bridge of William with his index finger. William wanted to shout
that he already did through the years but no matter what he will say, Liam
will certainly know. He had often been told to be a bad at lying. William
chose to be silent and wait for Liam's next move.

Liam is hard just from watching William sleep that night. The beautiful
boy^Åno, man. Yes, the beautiful man he loves still takes his breath
away. Distance was the only thing that was stopping him from claiming this
fiery creature. He could not help but grin, remembering the fierceness of
that bite.

"What are you doing here?" William asked, nonchalantly. He mentally patted
himself for having the courage to stay calm, despite at Liam's
presence. But the feeling short-lived because the unnerved feeling
completely washed over him, Liam has that power over him while scrutinizing
him intensely. The content to be silent just change in an instant like the
feelings his having for the constant intruder in his life.

"Let's just say, we still have scores to settle." William remembered the
bite and the kick in the balls; he could not stop the tremors that run
across his body. The lustful voice held a promise of punishment for that
childish act.

"I don't know what you are saying -"

"But you do. Don't you? You knew there was something I want from
you. Something I came back for." Indeed there is. They both knew it
subconsciously. Liam had come in terms to that. That's why he was
here. William was obviously in denial but Liam will change that.

"What, a bite and a knee in my balls?" William asked, incredulously. He
doesn't know where this conversation will lead to^Åbut you do, don't you,
sweet William. There's that niggling voice again. As if, his conscience -
if that was it and Liam was having the same thoughts. The implication of
that is disturbing him, tremendously.

"Don't be naïve, my Will. We both know the answer to that."

"Well, humor me Liam."

"Scorching kisses from you, my dove." William's eyes widen at that
reply. He's more scared now than the thought of a bite and a knee on his
balls. A kiss is a threat^Åwhy? You're afraid of him? No, it's not
that^ÅThen why? 'Kiss reflects the truth; leaves you open and weak.' At
least, that's what he thought. And the continuous chattering with himself
was not helping him at all.

Liam's amused expression never left his face. The different emotions that
played on William's face were truly a work of art. The hunter in him just
wants to roar and conquer the prey, make him submit to his will. He could
ask for anything. Liam knew William was at his will. But a kiss will seal
the fate for both of them. There it is again, different swirling emotions
on William's face; anger, fear, indifference^Åbut the one thing Liam is
searching is no where to be found. If he can not see it then he will have
to feel it.

Without waiting for the reply, Liam once again capture the only lips he
will ever want - the only pair he will ever need. During his travels the
only thing that was keeping him sane and positive was the promise to own
the lips that wake him every single night.

William gasped at the sudden action of Liam. He was not ready yet, damned
it. He wanted to protest, to fight but that only leads to Liam having more
access to his mouth, in turn devouring of it much easy. His mouth was being
raped. He should be mad at Liam for his aggressive action but the odd thing
was he couldn't. Not when the last time they have done this he was left in
a whirlwind pool of emotions. How many times did he lie awake, thinking of
the possibilities that night could end differently? If his bite was still
hard but not hard enough to cut through skin, and that kick on Liam's balls
was not hard but enough to send this intimidating creature into
frenzy. Make him submit to him for a change. The thoughts only left him
frustrated and damn hard. No matter how many times he relieved himself -
the emptiness of the act was still there. There was something missing or
someone, if his honest enough to admit it. His cock now was leaking and
begging for release. Deep inside him, he knew that this night would not
leave him empty anymore. All the pieces of the puzzle for years had now
been solved. Now, he is ready to let himself go. He wants this, all of
this. No more turning back and the questions that haunt him will be
answered by tonight.

Liam's crowing in delight, internally, the moment he felt that his kiss was
being reciprocated. The burning feelings inside him only intensify as the
innocent kisses of the boy before him fuels his fantasy. They were both
hard and pleasures were covering Liam's entire being. The reassurance that
William also wants this was a big thing for him. His heart swells with
anticipation and delight. This night is turning so much better than what he
expect. Revenge is so much sweeter than he thought.

They were both achingly hard and the bursting feeling is at the back of
their minds, forcing them to act immediately. Dormant hands start to
move. Mapping each others' body, making sure that their both wide awake,
not lost on their own fantasies. Clothes were torn apart hastily from their
bodies - fast and accurate. They want to be bare and open for each others'
exploration. Their bodies were both hard but supple. There was no mistaking
in the identity their being intimate with. The lack of difference in
anatomy and the knowledge of this make them both excited with sheer
delight. This is forbidden, they both know it, the thought of that makes it
more pleasurable and exciting at the same time. The possible consequence if
they give in to their desire was not lost on them. But the thought of hell
is not their concern now; it was now lost in the heavenly feelings in each
others arms.

The kisses were superb and invigorating for Liam, but it is not enough for
him. He wants to taste William. Lick him up and down, makes him beg for
more. The thought of the fiery creature at his mercy just makes him go
crazy. His kisses now were beginning to descend. Every skin was covered
with kisses. It seems an endearing act but Liam knew the truth, he's
marking William^Åmine, he repeatedly thought. 'Every inch of your body is
now mine - no one else but me. You belong to me William, only for me.'
Every thought was punctuated by a small bite, the skin was sure to leave
bruises just the way he wanted it.

William was not naïve, he knew what Liam was doing and the knowledge that
Liam's possessive about him just shoots straight to his groin. The small
bites and nips were driving him crazy, almost dizzy in thoughts. The slow
tortured kisses downward makes him impatient in a manner he thought he
never possessed.

"T-touch me^Å," William stuttering only makes Liam bold. The plead note in
the voice makes him powerful. The knowledge that a creature like William -
so wild and almost perfect- is at his mercy, the proud aristocrat is
submitting to him, only to him - no one else. He placed his hand beside
William's hip, drawing small circles to further stimulate him. He knows
that is one of the sensitive part in a woman's body and the reaction of
William to it means that's one of his sensitive part too; all too familiar
yet not at the same time.

William placed his hand over the hand of Liam, trying to make a silent plea
to him. He holds the hand and guides it to his aching cock. The hand did
not refuse; the first touch of it felt heaven for him. How could he avoid
the inevitable? It was bound to happen sooner or later. Pre-cum is flowing
like fountain, gushing from roots to tips. William buck violently when the
thumb came in contact with his slit, gathering his pre-cum to cover his
hard shaft. He felt like an instrument tuning for the grand concert.

William tried to sit-up to witness the beautiful sight of his dream man
pleasuring him only in his dreams. But the blinding sensation just whacks
over his senses making him blind and deaf to his surrounding. He could feel
the other hand of Liam holding and rolling sensuously his now brick-hard
balls. He's close really close now. He could hear the slight thrumming in
his ears. He's coming^Åso close^ÅDamn^Å The hand gently holding his sac
before was now squeezing the hell out of him. Sharp pain washed over him,
so strong, he bit his lower lip. He could taste the slight tang of blood
from it.

"Damn you!!!" Liam's smug face came into view. William wants to punch that
smirk many times but he can't, not when he's doubling over the painfully
interrupted orgasm. Blue balls, be damned.

"Ah^Åah^Åah," Liam said, mischievously, "this is not about you." Liam leans
over Will and licked the bridge of his nose. "This is me having my way,
sweet Will." The hot breath of Liam was once again at his ear, creating
delicious puff of air bringing another set of tremors through his
spine. The remembrance of another time when the same breath, but with a
hint of ale tingling his senses and dizzy with lust. The hand holding the
hard shaft of William was now cupping the slight man's ass, fingers moved
slowly inside the crease; seeking and feeling the place he knew he was
welcome. The outrage look on his lover's face almost undid him -
almost. But not quite enough, he could not afford to spill, not when he was
aching to spill in the tightest place he will ever want and crave.

At the feel of those incessant fingers, toying with his pucker, an audible
moan escaped his bruised lips. William's hand gripped the sheet tightly to
an extent where his knuckles turned white with the pressure. He never knew
that a devious thing like that could feel so great. Every brush on his
virginal orifice brings different shivers, overwhelming his whole being.

The invitation is blatant on William's face. Liam's desire pangs into
another notch at the acceptance of the young man, who's moaning like a
harlot in heat with every stroke of his fingers. Liam did not waste his
time; the wantonness of William could take him to the edge before his
plan. He could not hold much any longer. His control was wearing thin. He
needs to be inside him - now.

Liam move fluidly on top of William, straddling the younger man. His left
hand stroking his angry cock, not too fast but enough to continue the tasty
stimulation his member is receiving. Liam's right hand held on William's
slightly blonde hair, not too tight but still imposing that William is
under his mercy. Liam was pleased with what he saw; the younger man
completely submits to him, the sense of power is coursing through him,
again. Pushing William's face to his eager cock, the unspoken word is clear
for both of them. Tentative licks are made on the rim of his cock - licking
and testing new territory. Groaning and moaning at the warm feeling the shy
licks made.

The keening sound of Liam made him try much harder; he instinctively knows
that there still more to that other than licking it. The pressure on his
hair seems sending him a message, every yank is driving his lips to swallow
the huge member of Liam. He opened his mouth, widely. The only thing on his
mind is to accommodate the intimidating monster before him. The stiff rod
of muscle slides smoothly inside him. The thought of another cock in his
mouth excites him further. The pleasure it brings to his lover makes the
act more divine.

Liam wheezed, unable to catch his breath. He thought that licking could
lead him to insanity but this had totally blown his mind into a puddle. The
erotic beauty of that delicate mouth, engulfing his enormous cock; just the
effort to take it all, makes his heart constrict with pride.  The hard
suction ensues, making an incredible effort to make Liam release his
seed. Every lick along his angry veins makes him think to surrender to the
coming explosion. But the will to be envelope by the tightest channel is
the only thing that stringing him to his sanity. He must stop this, before
he forgets.

William never knew that a vile thing could feel so good. He could taste the
trickle of come from Liam's mammoth cock, the only sign that he was doing
things right. The urge to make Liam's cock erupt and give him his precious
seed was a real motivator for the slight man. Proceeding suction is done
with force and intent, William knows that this could make Liam lose
control. The knowledge of that brought the younger man intense pleasure.

Liam's grip on Williams' tighten, he knows what the younger man is up
to. With all his pent-up control, he holds William's face with both hands,
stopping the young man's ministrations at his cock. All he could think
about was to be on the tightest place for him. He was aching to have his
splendid release no matter if that mouth was damn grand. The questioning
look on William's face makes him want to pepper the younger man into
frenzy. He never thought that the wicked lad could be so innocent after
doing a deviant thing. A small smile crept at his face and the childish
pout he saw made his inside turn into a swirling emotions. Liam couldn't
control himself, he pull William's face to him and gave him the deepest
kiss he could imagine.

"There'll be plenty of time for that, but now I want to be^Å inside you."
The last words were spoken with full of lust and hunger. William could only
nod and answer the kiss with the same ferocity.

Liam gently lay William down, easing him to a more comfortable
position. There still a slight fear on William's face but the trust and
adoration he saw was enough to make him continue. He looked for some thing
to ease the passage for both of them. Then his vision focused on to a small
vial of scented oil on top of the table beside them. He quickly opened the
vial and poured the contents to his slightly trembling hands.

William's fear is starting to claw and the thought of coupling with the man
is frightening. But the vast feeling of righteousness for the act is all it
takes to erase any doubt and fears he feels. He is ready, more than ready
now. He had been invading it for years and now it's happening. No more
running away from it.

William moaned at the first touch of Liam's fingers. The slight pressure
around his opening makes him shiver without the coldness. One finger became
two, moving in sync with the pulse the owner could hear. The invading
fingers made him gasp and the heat inside him made him dizzy that he could
faint without a doubt. The two fingers moved inside, loosening him for
something more big and satisfying than them. He moved with the fingers
urging them to go deeper inside to touch something that could make him
scream in delight. The fingers were gently removed and replaced by
something big and hard. The head of Liam's cock is now at his opening. All
he can do is gulp at the pain that will accompany it. But William could not
be easily scared not with just a thought of pain, he'll survive and he will
do it with finesse.

He held his legs apart making the intrusion easier for Liam. He didn't mind
the slight trembling of his legs, he wanted to do this and fear was not the
thing to stop him. The sudden feeling of something soft under him made him
look at Liam. He smiled at him appreciatively to know that he put the
pillow under him to make him more comfortable. His hands were covered with
a much larger hands. The silent message for support and reassurance is
hidden at the act. William could feel the cock head slowly invading his
virgin hole; he could feel his ring slightly giving away, then accompanied
by the burning feeling and searing pain.

"Relax, shh^Åmy dove, just relax and it'll be good." Liam's raspy voice
helped him to relax - a little that is.

The journey was long and hard for the both of them. William still biting
his lips as the mammoth object was passing through to his orifice. William
could feel each ridge of veins and wet skin inside him, making him whimper
with lust. Pain is now in the past, lust is taking over both of them. They
both gasped and cry out with glee once Liam was balls deep inside him. He
could feel the powerful rod pulsing inside. William did not miss the
interpretation of the cock inside him - power and dominance. And for the
first time, he wanted to be dominated by the wild man above him.

His cock was already dripping above his stomach but he did not dare touch
it, he knew he could come with just a cock inside him and his willing to
try his instinct. William cried out once Liam start to pull, leaving him
burning with emptiness, he wanted to protest that he could take it. And the
cock was back again, he wanted to blush for his feeble mindedness, but he
could not when there was a big pole plowing inside him.

Oh God,

The feeling was tremendous and the tightness was everything and more he's
been expecting. The throaty moans just add to the wonderful emotion his
feeling. The first time, completion is the word that's crowding his mind.

Both of them seems unsatisfied with the pace their going. It's beginning to
frustrate them. William pushed on the cock that's impaling him, trying to
find the deeper penetration he seeks, solely on instincts. Liam caught on
what William wanted and quickened his pace. They both groaned with delight
at the much deeper penetration. Faster and faster they move; moans and
groans could be heard all over the room, intoxicating both of them.

Liam was so close now; he could even hear his heartbeat through his ears -
similar to the beat of a tribal drum - pounding away like his pounding
William beneath him. He's at the brink of release and suppression was
unlikely to happen for him. He held the neglected cock of Will; he wanted
Will to cum with him, to share their special night. Every stroke of the
cock matched his rhythm, every gasp and groan was matched by and the
blinding explosion covered them both physically and figuratively speaking.

Both of them lay panting and heaving heavily, their strenuous activity left
them in a heap; completely sated beyond belief. Wrapped in each others arm,
they knew this will be an evening they will never forget. The two of them
slept the rest of the night, tangled in each others' limb. Their both lost
in a peaceful, sleepless dream, knowing that their phantom fantasy lover is
real and beside them.

May Day's Eve is coming forth once again; still the night for devils and
witches - roaming around the earth - and still the night of lovers
alike. The silent chants made in front of the mirror, gave way for two
restless hearts, bounded for their own eternity, found on that mystical
night.

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