nickngreg | The Highlander and His English Lord, Greg/Nick, NC-17

Title: The Highlander and His English Lord
Author:

prettiful_pout
Warnings: Slight non-con
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “You bucked,” Gregory whispered heatedly in the younger man’s ear, gripping Nicolas’ stiff...
Disclaimer: Not Mine.

A/N: Just to be safe, I'm going to say that this is where the NC-17 rating comes into play.

The Highlander And His English Lord

Chapter 3: Memories and Dreams

“Oh god, Nicolas, do you know how beautiful you are? You’re so perfect…” A kiss was planted upon soft, eagerly awaiting lips.

“I-I don’t know… I never thought that I was anything really all that special… I’m only 15; I can’t be anything beautiful, can I?” Bright brown eyes looked up into dark, glimmering green eyes, alight with unconcealed passion.

“You’re magnificent…” The taller man groaned at the feel of the slight man’s lithe form pulled up close to his own, heated body, both forms covered in unnecessary layers of clothing. The mouse brown haired man’s head dipped down and began to suck at the hollow between Nicolas’ throat and neck.

The young man shifted uneasily. “Uh, can I ask you a question? Please?”

The older man seemed to think about this, his lips stilled upon the soft flesh before he nodded, bringing his head up to stare deeply into those lovely eyes he’d fallen so deeply for. “Ask away my little Nicolas.”

Nicolas seemed to shift nervously. “Well, you know about my father and his connections with the king… And you also remember me telling you that I am the last to be wed of my father and mother’s children, correct?” At the brunette’s quirked brow and slow nod the younger man continued, “Well I was wondering… You see… You’re 26 and well I-I love you but you’ve never hinted once, during any of our outings together that you would like to—to marry me… You’ve never even done anything more than kiss—kiss me… Am I not, uh, do you not want me?”

The older man’s eyes seemed to cloud over in pain and he shook his head sadly. “It’s not that my love, you know why I cannot be wed to you.”

Nicolas’ eyes filled with unshed tears and he clung franticly to the front of the green eyed man’s shirt, begging, “Please, oh god please don’t leave me for another. I know you’ve arranged a marriage between yourself and the lady Fiona, to stop the war between your family and her Scottish family but it isn’t fair! I love you and you love me! We should be together, not you and she!” Nicolas sobbed against the soft material that clung to his lover’s strong form.

“Oh Nicolas, if it could be, I would be with you in an instant. I would sweep you off your delicate feet, steal you away into the night and marry you with haste so I could make love to you over and over and over again.” The dominant male shuddered at the passionate thoughts and shifted so that his straining erection went unnoticed by the beautiful young teenager held tightly in his arms. It was obvious to him that his young Nicolas Stokes was completely innocent and had never done anything more than receive light, gentle kisses from he himself. Tears blurred his vision as he stared his young love in the eye. “I love you my sweet, sweet Nicolas.”

Sobbing Nicolas choked out hoarsely, “I love you more than words can say Jude…”

Nicolas jerked awake, tears reflecting off his flawless features in the glow of the pale moonlight. He shuddered and pulled a fur up closer around his naked form. “Dammit, who keeps undressing me?” He grumbled, scowling at the far wall, not being able to recall if he had been dressed or not earlier on in the day. He gave up easily enough with that thought and shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “Not that it matters. Soon I’ll most likely be ordered to walk around nude for all the Prince’s men and his own eyes to see.” Nicolas’s eyes watered up with tears, and he slumped down into his bed, his fist in his mouth in an attempt to stem his oncoming sobs. It didn’t have too much of an effect though and his body shuddered in mental agony.

Suddenly there was an arm slung over his waist, pulling him closer to a warm, solid frame. Nicolas’ eyes widened in fear, this all felt so familiar to him! The strong arms holding him close, the whispered, soothing words in his ear, the way that foreign rod burned against the naked flesh of his upper thigh. He didn’t want this! It was all too much for him to accept. It reminded him too much of his beautiful, strong, Jude.

“Calm down dautie, everything will be just fine. Be a good ladie and just relax. Don’t cry now, there’s no need for tears. Nothing bad will happen to you my beauty, everything will be fine.”

“No.” Nicolas whimpered, pushing away from the tender caresses laid upon his inner thigh. Blood rushed to his private regions and shame coloured his face in a bold red. He didn’t want this. The voice was too similar, or was it the tone? Yes, it was the tone. Where Jude’s voice had been rough and deep, his English accent mixed with that of something so unknown to him, brought on by his travels, Gregory’s voice was inexpressible. The sound was so soft and calm when he was soothing him, which seemed to occur quite often, yet it turned harsh and deep when he was stricken with an angry fit of emotion.

Gregory nuzzled the creamy skin of Nicolas’ neck, murmuring softly, “Yes. You want this Nicolas, you need this, you and I both know it to be true. Just enjoy yourself my young Lord; I’ll take care of everything.”

Nicolas shook his head, his eyes shutting tight at the feeling of Gregory’s warm breath on his neck, soft lips pressed and sucking along the strong column of his throat, moving up to place wet kisses upon his square jaw. Nicolas involuntarily shuddered at the feelings, his hips flexing as Gregory’s tongue darted into the sensitive shell of his ear. “What are you doing to me?” He whispered, deep ebony eyes meeting mocha.

Gregory merely smiled softly and placed a tender kiss to the corner of his lips before claiming Nicolas’ mouth as his own. He meshed their lips together softly, angling his head and just caressing the younger man’s lips with his own. When he felt Nicolas begin to hesitantly respond, cautiously pushing his lips up against Gregory’s own to create a small amount of pressure, Gregory smiled, opening his own mouth and snaking his tongue out. He ran the pink piece of anatomy along the slighter man’s lips, tasting him and suckling upon his bottom lip.

Nicolas gasped as he felt Gregory nibble his lower lip, just enough teeth to make it hurt and his mouth opened in protest, yet he found himself unable to speak, Gregory’s tongue darting inside his hot cavern and plundering him like a pirate to his booty.

Nicolas pushed weakly against the broad chest that covered his lithe torso, yet soon enough his hands were pinned above his head in one of Gregory’s grand sized paws. He pushed up against the warm flesh, gasping as his organ brushed against something long and thick and hard and oh so Gregory. The young Englishman thought for a moment, should he fight this handsome man away? Or just give up already? Feeling the soft strokes of the Highlander’s tongue against his, tenderly melting him and turning his insides to a mushy pile of lust, Nicolas’s decision was made up for him and he arched into the hand that rubbed circles upon his chest. He gasped as his nipples were tweaked and pulled. And then Gregory’s mouth was kissing a hot, fiery trail down from his lips to his jaw, to neck, sucking and sucking and sucking. Moving down to the hollow between his neck and shoulders. Lapping and licking and… “Ouch!” Nicolas cried out, feeling Gregory’s teeth sharp, biting into his skin, sucking and marking him. The Prince’s face appeared before the young lord’s eyes and the blond man was grinning winningly, feathering kisses all over Nicolas’ face. His lips were claimed once again and he wanted so badly to just wrap his hands around that muscle corded neck and trail his fingers through those silky, shaggy locks of golden sunshine, now pale in the moonlight.

Nicolas moaned and arched up into the hand that so boldly massaged his lithe form. Gregory’s lips left his to whisper heatedly in his ear, “You are mine Nicolas Stokes. You shall soon be a Sanders and you will damned well appreciate that fact.”

Before Nicolas knew what was happening, he felt a pressure between his legs at his tight, virgin orifice. His eyes widened in fear and he cried out, pushing away from the heavier man, struggling hopelessly to be released. “No, I don’t-don’t want this! Please! Stop it Gregory Stop it!” Tears streamed down his face in fear of what was to come and the older man seemed not to hear him and his helpless pleas.

“You bucked,” Gregory whispered heatedly in the younger man’s ear, gripping Nicolas’ stiff erection within his rough, sword calloused hand, still pinning the young Englishman’s hands and arms above his head.

“I pushed!” He whimpered, feeling like a whore as his body automatically responded to Gregory’s silky smooth touches. He didn’t want this yet he found himself responding all too wantonly to the caresses and kisses bestowed upon him by the handsome Scotsman.

All of a sudden his hands were released and Gregory’s left hand, which had been massaging circles around his tight ring of muscles, was stroking Nicolas’ engorged organ, his head near the slighter man’s nether regions, hot breath ghosting against the creamy, burnished skin. Gregory smiled up at him one last time before enveloping Nicolas’ thick cock within his hot cavern. His throat relaxed and with one fluid movement he swallowed the thick length, glorying in the salty taste that was Nicolas.

Nicolas’ hands reached down to push Gregory away, feebly placing pressure upon those tan, broad shoulders. Yet soon his fingers were digging into the toned skin, the new sensations rocking his world. He’d never felt quite like this before and it all seemed just too new to him. Never before in all his life had anyone ever taken such liberties upon his being, and here was his kidnapper and supposed betrothed, turning him to a pile of lusty goo. Gregory’s mouth was hot, the slick saliva running down his thick love rod and creating a lubricant all in itself. Moaning, Nicolas arched his back off the bed, gasping in pain as his ankle, which had been used as leverage, gave out on him and he sunk deep into the bed of furs and clean linens.

Gregory chuckled around the engorged erection within his mouth, the vibrations sending stimulating waves of pure pleasure through the glans of Nicolas’ penis, shooting through his spin, a shiver coursing through him from the erotic sensations. Swirling his pink tongue around the mushroom shaped head, Gregory released the length from his mouth and ran a long, heated line up the shaft of the young, Englishman’s dick, following the trail of the blue, throbbing and oh so sensitive vein.

Nicolas gritted his teeth, slouching back and finally excepting that he’d just have to ride out these new tidal waves of feelings that Gregory was bringing out in him. Gregory’s hand brushed down and began to play with his tight ball sack, causing the slighter man to mewl in pleasure, twisting and writing beneath the tender ministrations, not know whether he was trying to get away or get closer. Gregory’s tongue flicked out once again at the slit of his penis and Nicolas felt something inside of him tighten before, with a cry of pure bliss, his seed was spilled forth and into the all to eager mouth of Gregory Sanders who swallowed the salty liquid all to greedily.

Nick’s eyes had rolled back into his head at his release and now he lay slack, in a post orgasmic daze. He felt himself being washed with a soft cloth by Gregory and could only muster up a quite moan of protest. Gregory soon joined him back on the bed, obviously finishing with the cloth that had both magically appeared and disappeared. Nicolas wanted to dwell on how Gregory had been so prepared to bath his heated skin but was quickly losing all consciousness. He was so out of it that when Gregory placed a tender kiss to his lips, he actually responded of his own accord, his lips a petal soft ghost against the older man’s.

Gregory pulled the trembling young man into his arms, placing the thick mop of shaggy black hair under his chin and rubbing circles upon the smooth, well defined and slightly muscled chest. The Highlander had cum right after Nicolas had found his own release, the picture of the English Lord arching off the bed, a cry of ecstasy upon his lips too much for the more dominant male to handle. Pulling Nicolas’ now unconscious form onto his chest fully, basking in the glorious feeling of the feather weight of the brunette upon his own broad chest, Gregory entwined their fingers together, beginning to lose himself in thought.

He still had a lot of unanswered questions. Like who this Jude fellow was that Nicolas seemed to be so caught up on. A shock of predatory protectiveness washed over him for his teenage Fiancé and he found himself wanting to know everything about Nicolas’ past relationships. Were there more men? Or was it just that one?

“We’ll just have to see than, now won’t we my beauty?” Gregory whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Nicolas’ brow before drifting off into his own drowsy slumber.

TBC

Well? What’d ya’ll think? I know that this is all pretty confusing at the moment but later on you’ll start to understand what’s going on. Oh, and in dedication to my friend Samantha, there will be some Grillows in the next chapter, so for all you GSR and Catherine/Warrick shippers, you have been warned. Review with what you thought! ^_^.