Confession Is Good For The Soul
by R.A. Swain
Pairing: Cory Raines/Richie Ryan
Rated: A, for slash
Author's Notes: I just wondered what could possibly make someone love someone else so much.
Series: Part five of a series: Wager of Desire, Thief of Hearts, On The Balcony,Burn Down the Mission, Confession Is Good For The Soul, and And I Say "What About Breakfast at Tiffanys?".
Summary: Richie tries to teach Cory to trust him.
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Richie Ryan tossed his motorcycle magazine on the coffee table, stood up and walked to the couch where Cory Raines sat shuffling a deck of cards. His eyes never left Cory's. "I'm tired of you not trusting me enough to tell me about your nightmares, or Alan, or anything else you may be harboring in that very old head of yours," Richie said. He held out his hand to Cory.
Cory marveled at the deep blue of Richie's eyes. "I trust you," he replied.
"No you don't," Richie said, "but you will."
Cory reached out and took Richie's outstretched hand in his. Richie pulled his lover to his feet. He slowly ran his hand up Cory's arm, to his shoulder and then brought it around to his chest. The feeling of body heat through Cory's white cotton button down shirt was hypnotizing. He knew he loved this man, and he was going to prove it once and for all.
Richie brought his hands to the buttons of Cory's shirt and slowly opened each one. Cory watched Richie's eyes, trying to read his lover's intentions. Oh, he knew the immediate intention was to get him naked, obvious from Richie's hands, which pushed the opened shirt from his shoulders. He watched Richie's hands roam over his now T-shirt clad chest and then tug the white cotton material from his waist and strip the T-shirt from his body.
Richie held back as much as he could, but he couldn't resist bring his lips to Cory's left nipple and gently licking it, before biting down just enough for Cory to draw in a deep breath. He regained his self-control long enough to open Cory's belt, unbutton and unzip his lover's trousers. He smiled when he saw Cory was going commando. He knew it was his influence on Cory which caused his lover to stop wearing underwear on a daily basis, and he liked the idea of influencing Cory.
Now, more then ever, the concept of influencing Cory was filling Richie's mind. He helped Cory step out of his dress slacks and stepped back to take in the sight of his naked lover, already semi-erect, wearing nothing but blue dress socks.
"Now what?" Cory asked.
"I told you, I had a game in mind," Richie said. "Let's go to the bedroom."
Cory followed Richie to the master bedroom, feeling all the more naked when it struck him Richie was still wearing his T-shirt, jeans and white athletic socks. Cory liked how Richie looked, naked or dressed, but at the moment he really would've preferred his lover to be as naked as he. He moved up behind Richie, as they entered the bedroom and placed his arms around his waist.
Richie allowed Cory to nuzzle his neck, and kiss his earlobe, before turning around to meet those very kissable lips and let his tongue explore Cory's mouth. The kiss seemed to last forever, but finally Richie pulled back. "Get on the bed," he ordered.
Cory obeyed, climbing on the large canopied wrought iron bed and laying back. He casually ran a hand down the length of his naked body, lightly touching his erection. Richie smiled, but gently smacked the hand away.
"Normally I could watch you play with yourself for hours," he said, "but tonight I'm in charge, and you will learn to trust me." He walked to the windows and took the soft silk curtain tiebacks, loosening the drapes, allowing them to fall closed. He returned to the bed. "Hands," he said.
Cory looked at the tiebacks and considered what he was being asked. He held his hand out before him, crossed at the wrists, and allowed Richie to wrap the soft silk around them. He let Richie guide his arms up and back until they were against the headboard, and felt the second tieback being fastened to the wrought iron bar.
"Tying me up is supposed to get me to trust you?" Cory asked. His hard cock told Richie how much his lover was already enjoying this game.
Richie stood up and looked at Cory's naked body. It was all he could do not to tear his clothes off and jump the bound stud, but he held back and only removed his own T-shirt. Cory looked at him hungrily, suddenly hating being tied up and not about to touch the body he longed to caress.
"Now," Richie said, "I thought of many different ways to find out what it is you won't tell me, and why. I was thinking about torturing you, once I had you tied up, maybe shaving your body hair for my own amusement, spanking you, burying my cock in your ass and fucking you until you told me all I wanted to hear, but I know none of that would work on you."
Cory lay bound to the bed, eyes wide open. "Well, don't rule them all out," he stammered.
Richie laughed. "I haven't, but not for tonight. I'm simply going to ask you to tell me what it is in those nightmares, what horror you dream of that frightens you and is already pulling you away from me. Remember, you are the one who pursued me, and I agreed to be with you. I want to be with you completely, so if something is bothering you, I remind you I've already been through the brooding macho type attitude with Mac. I'm not saying you can't have any secrets, but if you wake up upset and screaming in the middle of the night, then you owe me some explanation."
As Richie spoke he moved up onto the bed between Cory's legs and began caressing his thighs. He lowered his head to the inside of Cory's left thigh. "Start talking Raines, because I'm not untying you or letting you cum until you tell me something."
Cory laughed. "Now there's a death I have yet to experience. Death by blue-balls. You are evil, my young lover. Are you sure you want to do this?"
Richie raised his head from the spot he was licking. "Your cock is begging to be touched, licked, sucked," he said. "I'm going to do all that, and more, but you are going to trust me enough to tell me what haunts you."
Cory sighed as Richie returned his mouth to a spot just below Cory's balls. "Okay, I'll talk, as long as you don't stop what you're doing."
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
1264 AD British Isles. The Haunted Forest.
"The guards will be coming for us for certain," John Hargrove said. "We must flee."
"Calm down, man," the Friar said, pouring a tankard of ale from a barrel. "Corwin has not abandon us. He will be here soon."
"I am here," Cory said, stepping into the clearing. He saw Alan seated at the long wooden table in the clearing, next to John Hargrove. His first instinct was to go to the lad and kiss him, but he knew he dare not be so public in his desires. While his band of thieves all accepted what then knew but did not see, at least those who never joined in on the fun never saw it, displaying his affections so obviously was still a danger to both himself and Alan.
"Cory, you're safe!" Alan exclaimed. "We were worried."
"What happened?" The good friar asked, handing the tankard of ale to Cory.
Cory took a deep breath. "The royal guard took chase as the fire spread," he began. "I signaled John to go off toward the forest, while I led the guard away. When I was sure the guard had followed me instead of John and the rest of the men, I doubled back around them. They really are fools, but not to be underestimated. The sheriff's men are not to be trusted for anything."
"John is saying we must flee," Alan said.
"Yes, he's right." Cory looked around the clearing at the men whom had become his family. The word was so strange to him. His family was long dead, his father, a nobleman, murdered before his eyes. And his mother, his mother, he couldn't even think of the horror which befell her. He knew he couldn't trust anyone, yet he trusted these men.
"Won't the guards be searching the forest?" Alan asked.
"Yes, but they think this part of the forest is haunted, thanks to us." Cory took his seat at the head of the table. "Their fears are going to be assuaged once the sheriff increases the bounty on my head. No ghost will prevent the specter of greed from pursuing me."
"Aye," the friar agreed. "Tis best if we all depart from this place soonest."
"Aye," Cory agreed. "We must be careful. Return to your homes tonight, gather up your families, those of you who wish to come with me. If you do not, I trust in your silence. If one of you gives up to the sheriff, then you are all in danger. We sent a message to the king this night, and he will be looking for blood."
"What is the plan?" John asked.
"We all travel separate, all heading south, for half a day, then doubling back north. We will meet at Rayne Woods Cross in two days time," Cory replied.
"Rayne Woods Cross? There is nothing there, save for a crazy woman everyone thinks is witch," said Winslow Osgoode, the baker.
"And does any sane man seek out a witch?" Cory asked.
"Nay, and we should not be either," Winslow replied. "Corwin, I am with you, as are we all, but a witch?"
"She's no witch," Cory said. "But if the royal guard think she is, they will stay clear of her."
"Or burn her and us all," Winslow said.
"time is wasting," John said. "go, we must."
Alan watched the men depart, and sat beside Cory. He placed a hand on his shoulder. "Cory, we cannot wait until daybreak. We must depart and meet up with the men north of here in two days."
Cory reached up for Alan's hand. He pulled it to his lips and kissed. "This isn't going to be easy or safe," he said. "Are you sure you want to give up your safety to be with me?"
"I could not stay here without you," Alan replied. "I need to be near you."
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Present....
"Is this what you want to hear, kid?" Cory asked.
Richie had worked his way up Cory's naked body, lips and tongue exploring every inch of skin while Cory talked. It jumbled in Richie's mind, but at least Cory was opening up to him. If that was all he could get from Cory, those few moments of trust, they would have to be enough, but he knew there was more.
"Cory, I want you to know I'm a big boy, and able to handle the worst." Richie said, sitting up and opening his pants.
Cory's eyes widened again as he watched his lover shed his jeans, revealing a very hard, very naked cock. He yearned to touch the naked skin, but his hands were still bound. He didn't speak for a few seconds, until Richie began kissing his stomach again, and then lick his way down the dark haired trail of his belly to his thick thatch of curly hair surrounding his rock hard cock. "Please, suck it," he whispered.
Richie smiled. "Oh, I'm going to, as soon as you tell me what happened at Rayne Wood Cross," he replied, wrapping his fist around the hard member.
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
1264 AD Rayne Wood Cross.
Alan lay in the hayloft, his arms around Cory. "Do you think the witch would approve of what we just did?"
Cory laughed. "Witches are supposed to be amoral, brides of the devil himself. If she is a witch, she witnessed much more depravity then two men making love." He allowed his hands to linger over Alan's bare stomach, and caressed his growing cock. "We don't have time for more."
"Oh, just once more," Alan said.
"We've already done it six times since early morning," Cory said. "I couldn't, even if I wanted to."
"Are you saying you don't?" Alan asked, his fist wrapped around Cory's stiffening member.
"I'll be sore for a month, if we keep this up. Besides, we are supposed to be feeding the horses, and cleaning up the barn," Cory reminded Alan.
Alan's lips licked at the stiff member, and then he raised his head. "If you've rather work up a sweat cleaning a barn, then riding me..." he let his statement trail off.
Cory dove on him, kissing him and working his way down the smooth body until his lips were engaged on Alan's cock. The two men rolled in the hay, lips on each other's members, sucking for all they were worth. It was all Cory could do to concentrate when he felt the quickening. He sat up. "The sheriff is here," he said, grabbing for his clothes.
Alan dressed quickly. "How do you know?'
"I have my ways," Cory whispered. He was tugging his shirt over his head and then peeked out the window down at the barnyard. Chickens scattered as the sheriff and two royal guardsmen rode up.
He watched the guardsmen leap from their mounts and pound on the cottage door. They kicked it in and soon dragged the old lady out, tossing her to the ground before the sheriff's horse. "She knows nothing," one of the guardsmen said.
The sheriff looked around. "I know you're here, Corwin! Come out or I'll kill the old wench!"
Cory moved from the loft window. "Stay here," he told Alan. His lips touched the young man's and then he was down the ladder and out the door before Alan could stop him.
"I'm here, you blackguard! Leave the woman alone!"
The sheriff held up a hand, signaling the guards to stay back. "He's mine." He dismounted and stood facing Cory. "You know you are wanted for burning His Majesty's Keep?"
"I hear there was a fire," Cory said. "Good news travels fast in these parts."
"I'm not going to take you back." The Sheriff said. "We both know I can't."
"It's me you want," Cory said. "We can ride out of here, and have ourselves a good time, without witnesses."
"My guardsmen can keep secrets, and I have no intention of any other witnesses speaking of what they see."
Cory glanced around. He knew his men would be arriving soon, but with the sheriff being present, they would all be in danger. The guardsmen could be handled, but the sheriff was the real threat. "How did you know where to find me?"
The sheriff smiled. "Since I'm going to kill you, I owe you that much, the knowledge of who turned you over to me. Now let me see, was it the candlestick maker? No, I think it was the butcher. Oh, no, it was the baker. A trusting soul, who believed I would let him and his family live if he told me what your plans were."
Cory felt a chill run down his spine. "I don't know a baker," he said.
"You mean you don't know a baker, anymore." The sheriff drew a sword from his waist.
Cory took a deep breath. "I'm unarmed. You wouldn't kill an unarmed man."
"Yes, I would, you fool." The sheriff said. "I don't intend to give you anymore of a chance then Winslow Osgoode had before I ran him through."
Why would Winslow betray him, Cory wondered? If he had played dumb he would still be alive. Something was wrong with what the sheriff said.
"Winslow Osgoode was a good man. If you killed him to find me, you are the fool. He was only trying to save his family form the tyranny of men like yourself. You didn't kill him, you martyred him. The men of the village won't sit still for this, nor will the noblemen allow the king to continue stealing from them, not once they hear of this," Cory said.
"The noblemen are of no consequence. I'll kill them just as I killed the Osgoode family, victims of a merry band of bandits. I'm avenging the death of the baker, in a few moments, when I take your life." The sheriff lunged for Cory.
Cory ducked and then jumped up. He turned to see the sheriff charging him again, sword swinging. He had to get to his sword, but it was in the barn with Alan. He had to protect Alan, and the rest of the men. If Osgoode was dead, murdered for the sheriff's own black reasons, then he would have to survive to protect the others. It was obvious the sheriff knew who the others were, and he didn't dare let them die for him folly.
The sheriff was determined to be king, himself, one day, and getting close to the king depended on killing Cory. Cory grabbed a pitchfork lying on the ground near his foot. The guardsmen drew their swords, but the sheriff ordered them back. He lunged again at Cory, and danced around him. It was then Alan emerged from the barn with Cory's sword.
"Cory," Alan called.
Cory turned to him. "Get out of here!"
Alan tossed him the sword, which he caught, dropping the pitchfork. "I can't."
"How sweet," the sheriff said. "The youth is misguidedly enamored of the thief. Perhaps he was bewitched by the thief and the company he keeps." He turned and glared at the old woman. "A witch and a thief, his Royal Majesty will surely reward me greatly for such trophies."
Cory lunged for the sheriff, swords clanging together. The guardsmen flanked the old woman, who watched them with fear in her eyes. Even if Cory killed the sheriff, she would have to leave, again.
The sheriff's sword clashed against Cory's once again, and slid down the blade until they were only inches apart. "Does the lad know what you are?"
"No, and he won't." Cory pushed him away, but they quickly resumed the close position as the sheriff clashed swords with Cory again.
"If you let me kill you now I promise to the make the boy's death quick," the sheriff hissed.
"No one is dying today," Cory said. He swung away from the sheriff, and turned to the guardsmen. "At least, no one I love." He charged the stunned guardsmen who reached for their swords, but he was too quick. Slamming his fist into the one guardsmen's face, knocking him to the ground. The other managed to draw his sword, but when he looked up again, he saw Cory's sword thrusting into his belly.
"Old woman, run. Gather up your belongs and flee," he said.
She smiled at him and ran to her cottage. Alan watched from the barn, as the sheriff lunged for Cory again, and was met with Cory's fist. "Ow! That hurt." Cory said, shaking his fist with pain.
The sheriff grabbed his nose. "I'll have your head in a few minutes and you're lad's head will follow. I wonder if he will put up a fight?"
"Ask him!" Alan shouted, thrusting the pitchfork into the sheriff's back.
"Alan! No!" Cory yelled.
The sheriff staggered forward, and Cory swung the sword, watching the blade connected with the sheriff's throat. As his head departed his body, Alan watched a strange lightening emerge from the now lifeless body. His soul, he first thought, but the wind began to whirl, and more lightening shot up from the body as it slumped to the ground. The crackling sound was so clear and loud. He watched the strange lightening leave the dead sheriff and strike Cory. It seemed to lift him from the ground and hold him in the air.
His eyes widened as he saw Cory slump to the ground and the wind died away. He rushed to him lover's side. "What sort of witchcraft is this?" he asked. "What happened? Are you all right?"
Cory breathed hard, and coughed. He spit and coughed again. He hated the quickening. It always gave him great pain, although he only experienced it a handful of times. He spent his time avoiding what he just experienced, and he wasn't please with any of it.
"Why didn't you stay hidden?" He asked Alan.
"I had to help you. I--I love you. I know it's wrong, but I don't care what any Bishop or Priest tells me, my feelings for you are important. I just--"
"Just what?" Cory asked.
"Don't know what it is I'm in love with," Alan replied. He stepped back from Cory. "Are you demon? Witch? Evil?"
Cory shook his head. "I'm a man, like you, who loves you." He reached for Alan, and grabbed his hand. "I can't die in the normal ways a man dies. Nor could the sheriff. He was like me."
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Present....
Cory thrust his cock into Richie's mouth. "I'm very close," he said.
Richie pulled his mouth back. "Not until I tell you," he said, breathing hard.
"Untie my hands," Cory said.
Richie smiled, moved around on the bed, reached into the nightstand and took out a bottle of lube. He applied some to Cory's stiff cock, and then to his own burning hole. He needed Cory, more then he wanted to admit. He swung his leg over Cory's body and faced his lover. Slowly he positioned himself on top of Cory, sliding down the hot cock very slowly, until he felt Cory firmly against his ass. Cory sighed and tried to thrust up, but Richie's weight held him in place.
Richie leaned forward and kissed Cory, reaching up and loosening the bonds holding him. Cory brought his hands down and began stroking Richie's steely cock, while Richie began riding him like a stallion. It wasn't going to last, Cory knew it, he was too close.
"Please," he whispered.
Richie looked down at his lover, moved up and down a few more times, and leaned back, extracting Cory from himself, and grabbing both their cock which were now rubbing together. He pumped them in his hands and felt his own orgasm erupting. "Yes!" he shouted.
Cory thrust into Richie's hand and moaned. "Oh God! Don't stop!" He felt Richie's hand on his cock, and felt himself explode with pulse after pulse of cum. Richie stroked himself and Cory several more times, until he felt Cory going soft in his hand. He leaned forward a kissed Cory, slipping his arms beneath his lover and holding him close.
Both men were breathing hard. Finally Cory felt released, more so then sexually.
"You still didn't tell me what happened to Alan," Richie said, after catching his breath.
Cory held Richie close. "No, I didn't, but I will. I promise, I'll tell you everything."
"When?" Richie asked.
"Soon." Cory said. "Very soon. But first," He leaned over and kissed Richie again. "We have to do this again. Only I think you should be the one with your hands tied."
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Continued in 'And I Say "What About Breakfast at Tiffanys?"'
| Alex Annex | Characters | Stories/Alpha | Stories/Author | Home |
