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Summary:

"As you from crimes would pardoned be, let your indulgence set me free."
There was a storm outside. Mr. Inference found himself inside the Mélodis manor with a sprained ankle. D.M. had offered to treat it. It ended exactly as one's indulgence would expect, snake and all.

This is the novel part of ska's CF17 adult-rated fanbook "la tempête". The adult-rated part, written by yours truly. It's smut, you have been warned.

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“Are you not going to ask?” 

Inference raised his eyebrow as he watched D.M. removed his right shoe and tossed it aside. The shoe landed right in front of the door with a dull thud.

“About why you sneaked into my manor through the window amidst a heavy downpour?” Came the reply, just as D.M. removed Inference’s sock garter and stripped the right sock away. “Funny, I was about to ask you the same question.”

He looked up, seemingly eager for a response. Inference paused. The expression on his face was nigh unreadable. He turned his head for a quick glance at the window. 

Outside, lightning cracked and thunder roared as the downpour of rain continued to descend unto the Mélodis manor and its surrounding land. 

“Oh my, what a terrible sprain,” D.M. ran his gloved hand on the sprained ankle. It was engorged in red, with black on blue bruises near the Achilles’ heel. D.M. gave it a light press, yet the pain was enough to cause Inference to wince in pain. “It’s already this bruised and swollen.” 

He was about to place another kiss when Inference lifted his right leg up, aiming it to his face. D.M. jerked his head to the left and was met with Inference’s left leg. The two legs closed their distance, keeping themselves locked onto D.M.'s neck. Inference’s turquoise blue was dead set on D.M.'s icy ones, making sure that his intention was loud and clear.

“You still have not answered my question.”

The thigh lock tightened itself on D.M.'s neck, yet the smile in his face had yet to fade. Instead, he gently lifted Inference’s right thigh and gave it a light kiss. 

“Now, now, Great Detective, calm your horses,” his laugh was airy, seemingly unaffected by Inference’s intent, “We all know that haste makes waste.”

A series of distant rumbles came from the distance. Then boom, out came the thunder amidst the rain. In an instant, lightning followed, casting its vivid white light at the window. The brief flash gave highlight to their visages. Inference’s face was stern, eyes glaring at the Earl, who was smiling from ear to ear.

“And give in to your piss poor attempt at stalling? Absolute bollocks,” was the detective’s reply. “Tell me what you know about Zinaida’s burnt manuscript.”

D.M.'s smile had yet to leave his face as he brought the detective’s right leg carefully to the ground. He made sure to land it extra gentle, making sure not to hurt the sprained ankle further.

“Unfortunately, none,” so D.M. continued, shaking his head for an extra emphasis.

A vein popped on Inference’s temple. He clicked his tongue as he propped himself forward, grabbing the Earl by his collars. His left leg, which was still stretched on D.M.'s shoulder, bent itself down, pushing the Earl closer from the back.

D.M. looked up, now face to face with Inference’s disgruntled look. The air was chilly from the rain, a contrast to the warm air of D.M.'s breath. 

“Don’t mess with me, Earl. You knew what you were doing when we did those rounds.”

“Only because of Zinaida’s brilliant script.” 

The detective tightened his grip on the collar, pulling the Earl closer. D.M.'s expression had yet to change, even his eyes showed no sign of lies. Thunder rumbled in the distance, mirroring Inference’s irritation.

“Believe me, dear Detective,” said D.M., cupping Inference’s cheek with one hand, “I would cooperate if I knew.”

Inference did not seem to be convinced by it. 

“As if.”

And crash. Lightning flashed by the window as the distance between them closed, lips clashing into a kiss.

One kiss turned into two. And two into three. And three into another arbitrary number. And so on.

Wet sounds echoed in the room as their long, deep breaths transitioned into short pants and huffs. Each kiss was more intense than the last, as the two indulged themselves in their desires. It did not take long until their tongues started teasing each other, deepening the kiss even further.

“Well, are you still not convinced?” D.M. asked, panting lightly. His parted lips were red, slightly swollen from the intense contact.

“Not until I get my answer,” came the equally short answer. Inference, too, was short on breaths, with a string of saliva running down from the corner of his mouth.

The two stared into each other once more, before crashing into another kiss. D.M. used this chance to circle one arm on Inference’s back. With swift, trained motion, he lifted the detective from the chair, using the same arm to support the detective’s back.

The sounds of their lips smacking filled the air, with no sign of stopping soon. D.M. lifted Inference and laid him on top of the table. The two then resumed their kiss, biting each other’s lips gently before inserting their tongue into each other’s crevices.

Both D.M. and Inference spared no time to pause as their fingers started to unbutton each other’s outerwear. 

D.M. stripped himself off of his coat, tie, and vest, tossing them to the chair. He then stripped Inference’s shirt off of his body and tossed it to the same chair, revealing the detective’s well-toned abdomen. Scars of different lengths, likely from the time he served in the military, scattered all across his chest and stomach. They served as a reminder of the past, which the both of them knew all too well.

Inference leaned up, stripping D.M. off of his shirt, letting it fall onto the carpeted floor. A faint scent of almond blossom and musk wafted from D.M.'s collarbone, likely from his cologne. It reminded the detective of a vintage castle, hidden in the woods. Yet his thoughts were cut short as D.M. ran his hand on his chest. They sent shocks of electricity through his entire body, making him groan in reflex. 

Inference’s eyes widened at the realization and immediately bit his lip to stop himself. He then put both hands on his mouth, hoping that the Earl would not notice.

But he did. 

D.M. paused, stopping his gloved hand right on Inference’s chest. He stared down right at Inference’s eyes, then let out a condescending smirk. The Earl then leaned towards Inference, forcefully removing the detective’s hands from his mouth and locking them on top of the head with one hand. He placed his gloved hand right above one of his exposed nipples. 

Inference’s glare sharpened, knowing exactly what the Earl would do. 

D.M. placed a gentle peck on Inference’s forehead, then started to move his gloved hand up and down. The texture of leather was a foreign feeling to Inference’s nipple. At the same time, D.M. leaned closer and gave playful bites on the other nipple. It sent electricity across his upper half and heat towards his lower half. Inference bit his lip, holding back the moan that was about to escape his lips.

It was not long until the heat on his lower half was too much to bear. Inference squirmed as D.M. finally stopped his ministrations on the nipples and moved his hands towards his belt.

With swift, precise motion, he removed the buckle and removed the belt off of the detective. He then stripped the pants down, revealing the detective’s plain white boxers and bare thighs. Scars from the past were scattered across the surface, decorating the well-built muscles. And right at the center of it all, was a bulge hidden beneath the thin layer of fabric.

The detective’s back arched in reflex as a warm and wet sensation ran across the stitch marks across his thigh. It was D.M.'s tongue, licking the scars in slow, careful motion. 

“F-fuck!” Inference screamed, gripping the table hard. D.M. smirked, biting the same spot lightly. He then placed another bite below the previous spot, then another one below it, tracing the path laid by the long scar.

He then gave another long, sensual lick at the thigh, lingering for some time at the outline of the scars on his inner thigh. The wet organ was close, dangerously close to his groin and Inference could feel more heat pooling down there.

His eyes widened as D.M. started to strip his boxers down with one hand. He tried to shake himself off, only to no avail. D.M.'s other hand went straight to his ankle and put pressure on it.

The pain sent him jolting on his seat, accompanied by a scream that echoed across the room. Inference squirmed, yet D.M. kept adding more and more pressure on the ankle.

The Earl let out an airy laugh, which only irritated Inference even further.

“You shouldn’t move too much, Detective. It will only make the sprain worse.” The smile on the Earl’s face had yet to fade. It only deepened the detective’s disapproving scowl.

Inference let out a strained laugh. It was obvious that he was doing it on purpose.

D.M. smirked and let out a chuckle on the detective’s inner thigh. The vibrations sent electricity all across his thighs. His eyes were starting to blur at the sensation, yet it did not stop the sharp, murderous glare meant for D.M.

“Oh, please,” came the strained reply, “I know you like it when I fight back.”

D.M. paused, eyes wide. Yet he quickly regained his composure and laughed.

“Indeed I do.”

It was then he spotted a long, white snake climbing the table. It moved in slow, steady progress, until it reached the top. The reptile then slithered towards Inference, slithering past his abdomen, up towards his arms. It entwined itself on Inference’s arms, making its stop on the back of D.M.'s hand. It was the same hand that was locking his hands on top of his head.

He squirmed at the foreign sensation, only to be responded with a tighter grip from the reptiles’ locomotive muscles.

“Well, I did say that you should not move around too much,” D.M. laughed, “You might hurt the little one here.”

Inference only stared at him, not saying another word.

“I’m glad that we have come to an understanding.”

With that, he gently shook his hand, attracting the snake’s attention. It loosened its vice-like grip on Inference’s arm and slithered its way on D.M.'s arm.

“Come on, pet,” he cooed at the snake. “You will have enough time to play with the detective once I’m done with him.”

It seemed to understand the command, as it descended from D.M.'s arm onto the table, then down onto the carpeted floor. With a slow, relaxed pace, the snake climbed up onto the chair, perching itself on the lump of fabric that was D.M.'s coat and Inference’s shirt.

“Now, where were we?” D.M. asked no one in particular, copping a feel on Inference’s bulge.

He stripped the detective’s boxers down, letting it fall to the floor, just like the other garments. The detective’s cock was now out in the open, twitching as cold air came into contact with it.

With this, DM. released his grip on Inference’s hands, freeing them. A sigh of relief escaped Inference’s lips as he quickly brought his hands to the side. 

D.M. laughed, noting how red the detective was. It was almost adorable.

So adorable, in fact, that a need to tease the detective made itself clear on his face. He was grinning ear to ear, his eyes let out a mischievous glow, only highlighted by the lightning outside.

He wasted no time to move his head down, right in front of Inference’s erect cock. He gave it a lick, then kissed the tip gently. Inference thrusted his hips by reflex, which elicited a light snort from the Earl. The vibrations sent more electricity towards his entire body. His cock, too, twitched with a drop of precum leaking from it.

“Fuck. You.”

The detective trembled.

“Don’t worry, you will have the chance to do it soon.”

And with that, the Earl grabbed Inference’s testicles and squeezed it gently. At the same time, he put the erect shaft into his mouth, sending the detective into a scream of pleasure.

“Y-you!!” He stammered, tears forming at the corner of his eyes. Another trail of sweat rained down from his temple, though it did nothing to cool the heat emanating from his skin. It was difficult to keep his frown in place when the warmth and wetness of D.M.'s mouth enveloped his cock. Not to mention the light, lingering touches on his testicles. They only added to the pleasure on his groin.

D.M. looked up, seemingly pleased with the expression. He then bobbed his head in slow, sensual motion, keeping eye contact with Inference’s turquoise half-lidded eyes. It was enough to send the detective shivering with lust. His legs trembled, raised in search for support. His hands, too, were already gripping the table side as hard as it could.

Yet D.M. did not stop. He quickened his pace, licking the shaft and inserting it in his mouth to the best he could. Inference’s legs instinctively circled D.M.'s back, pushing him closer. D.M. himself seemed to be pleased, as he hummed into the cock, sending more vibrations on the erect organ.

It did not take long until his climax came. Inference screamed out as his entire body trembled from the orgasm.  At the same time, D.M. released his mouth from the cock, letting it spurt its white cum all over Inference’s stomach. The strings of white on his stomach glowed underneath the dim chandelier’s light.

The two stared at each other, waiting for the orgasm high to pass. Inference’s chest heaved up and down from short, heavy pants. The same can be said for the Earl, who was staring at him with eyes full of lust.

Ding.

The sound of a bell came from the dumbwaiter next to the fireplace. Inference sat up, turning towards it. 

“Finally,” said D.M., breaking the silence as if nothing had happened, “Perfect timing to cleanse my palate.”

Inference grumbled, saying nothing in return. He only watched as D.M. walked towards the dumbwaiter, lifting the door. It revealed a tea set for two, placed neatly on top of a metallic tray.

Only the sound of pouring rain accompanied D.M. as he took the tray out. He gently closed the door and returned to the table, where Inference propped himself away from the table and onto an empty chair. He chuckled as he approached the detective, placing the tray at the center of the table.

No further words were exchanged as D.M. lifted the teapot, pouring its contents into the two teacups.

“Don’t worry, it’s not poisoned.” So he said, offering one cup to the silent detective. He took a sip from his own cup whilst maintaining eye contact, just to prove his point.

Said detective stared into his cup of black tea. White wisps of steam rose from the dark brown liquid, fading into the air. The cup was hot to the touch — a much needed relief from the cold air and his exhaustion. 

“I know.”

The detective blew on the cup and took a sip. Warmth slowly but surely seeped into his lips, then spread into the crevices of his mouth. Another gulp, and the warmth spread into his throat, then his entire body. A sense of comfort rose from this warmth, allowing his entire body to relax, even for a moment.

This momentary bliss was cut short by the sound of dull footsteps on the carpeted floor. It was D.M., walking towards him with his own cup in one hand.

“I’m glad that our house blend suits your fancy,” he mentioned, sipping on his own cup, “It makes all the trouble worth it.”

“It’s decent at best.”

This elicited an airy laugh from the Earl.

“Ah, harsh as always,” came his reply, placing his own cup on the table, “Is there anything I can do to change your mind?”

The detective’s face was nigh unreadable as he chose to continue sipping from his cup. He made sure to sip it loud enough for the Earl to hear.

“Perhaps, a second round would do.” 

Inference’s eyes widened, choking on his drink. He decided to drink everything in one go, not realizing that the tea was still piping hot. The heat burned his tongue, yet it was nothing compared to the embarrassment that burned his entire body. 

“Y-you!” He coughed out, placing the now empty tea cup with a loud clunk, “Ever heard of ‘there’s a time and place for everything’?”

D.M. laughed as he leaned closer to the detective. 

“Oh, but it is the right time to ask,” so he whispered in Inference’s ear. He let out a low chuckle upon how red the detective’s ears ended up after the invitation.

“What do you think?”

D.M. lifted Inference’s chin with one hand and two pairs of lips reunited into a kiss. It tasted bitter and warm, just like the tea they just drank. By the time they parted, Inference was completely red in the face, much to D.M.'s amusement.

“You could’ve asked earlier, you dunce.”

Another kiss, this time from the flushed detective. It was a light peck on the lips.

“And miss the chance of seeing you getting flustered like this?” Asked D.M., licking his lips, “I think not.”

With that, he lifted the detective to his eye level, kissing him once more. Inference rolled his eyes, yet he quickly circled his arms on the Earl’s neck. D.M. hummed in approval, deepening the kiss. The detective closed his eyes and tightened his hold in response.

D.M. carried Inference all the way to the bedroom bench in front of the bed, dropping him with a gentle plop. His head turned towards the other chair by the table, where his white snake rested on top of his coat. It seemed content as it further circled itself into the fabric, nesting in it.

“Sorry, pet,” D.M. apologized, though there was neither a trace of guilt, nor remorse in his voice, “It seems that you won’t be able to play with The Detective anytime soon.”

Soon after, he removed his glove with his teeth, tossing it aside. Said glove fell onto the carpeted floor, right next to the chair and the other garments. He then leaned closer towards Inference, whispering in his ear.

“May I?” Asked D.M. He gave a side eye to a wooden nightstand by the bed, prompting Inference to turn as well. There was a glass vial on top of it. A small, unsuspecting vial, almost the size of your typical perfume bottle. There was no need to deduce what the clear liquid inside it was.

Inference paused in thought, then turned his head back to face the Earl. 

“Just make it quick.”

Without further ado, D.M. stood up and went towards the nightstand. He took the vial by his right hand and poured the liquid on the vial onto his left. The translucent liquid was viscous, almost gel-like, as it piled up into a neat dollop at the center of his palm. The Earl quickly made his way towards the waiting detective, lifting his buttocks up.

The detective let out a grunt of protest, yet D.M. paid it no mind. The Earl then spread some of the cold liquid on the skin surrounding Inference’s hole. The liquid felt cool on Inference’s flushed skin. He then spent some time tracing the lines of the hole, much to Inference’s disapproval. 

Soon enough, a finger went in. Then two. And finally three.

The fingers scissored their way inside Inference’s anal tract, stretching and relaxing it. Inference clicked his tongue upon the contact. His entire body flushed in red as a low groan escaped his lips. He was certain that it was due to embarrassment, yet his erect cock implied otherwise. 

The foreign sensation was making it difficult to relax, yet it did not take long until he got used to it.

The Earl continued to finger him, tracing the puckering hole and scissoring it as much as he pleased. There was a tingling sensation pooling in Inference’s crotch. It was enough to make his cock erect, yet it was not enough for a release. This happened for quite some time, which only frustrated him more than he already was.

His cock ached once more, begging for a release. Yet, he would not beg. Not to the same man who took pleasure in seeing people on their knees, begging pathetically for their lives.

Hence, he knitted his eyebrows in thought and came to a compromisable solution.

“That’s it,” so he said, refusing to meet the Earl in the eye, “I’m putting it in myself.”

“Are you sure, Detective? It will only put more weight on your sprain.”

He was met with a sharp glare from the aforementioned detective. 

D.M. only chuckled, cupping the detective’s cheek in an almost affectionate touch. Soon, he circled the detective’s waist and lifted him up. Inference let out a yelp of surprise, but remained quiet as D.M. carried him to the bed. He dropped Inference gently at the end of the bed, letting him sit on the plush mattress. Shortly after, D.M. sat down on the king-sized bed, propping his back onto the headboard.

“Of course,” so he said, offering his lower half to the detective, “The stage is yours.”

Inference sent him another sharp glare, yet he did as he was told. 

He brought himself onto his knees, careful not to put much of his weight onto the sprained ankle. Inference went straight towards the Earl’s pants, unbuckling the belt and stripping it down. Once he stripped them off, he tossed them to the ground. The metallic buckle made a dull thud as it came into contact with the carpeted floor.

Now, only the undergarment was left.

Inference wasted no time to remove the article of clothing, tossing it towards where the pants were. He then came face to face with D.M.'s private parts, and with a penis that was slightly longer and had more girth compared to his own.

Much to his chagrin, the aforementioned cock was not completely erect. 

Inference let out a resigned sigh and placed his mouth on top of the cock’s tip. He massaged the testicles with one hand and stroked the shaft with the other. He then took half of the cock into his mouth, bobbing his head against it.

“Mhmm, that’s good. Keep it up, Detective.”

“Sod off, you insufferable prick. I’m only doing this for myself.”

D.M. laughed, pushing Inference’s head closer. Said detective let out a strangled noise of surprise, yet he kept the cock inside his mouth.

“Of course, of course. Your wish is my command.”

D.M. was met with a sharp pain on his half-erect shaft. It was Inference’s teeth, grazing over his cock. The graze was not enough to draw blood, but it was hard enough to cause pain. The Earl grunted in response, pushing the detective’s head with more force than before.

Inference gagged, just as D.M. wanted. The vibrations from Inference’s throat went straight to his cock, bringing shivers of excitement along the long shaft. 

“Come on, now,” D.M. let out an amused laugh. It came out more like a guttural groan as he thrusted up. “I know you can do better than this.”

Inference gagged as the cock pushed itself further into his mouth. The vibrations from the noise sent electricity all over D.’M.'s body. He could feel his cock swelling inside the warm and wet crevice. Soon, his cock went all the way inside, pushing its way into Inference’s throat.

D.M. looked down as a bead of sweat fell from his temple. The sight of Inference choking on his cock sent an excited shiver down his skin. He could feel his cock twitching just as he did so.

“Yes, just like that,” he cooed, patting Inference’s head with one hand, “You’ve done such an amazing job, Detective.”

He let out his usual smirk, which only deepened the detective’s frown. It made him grab D.M.’s testicles harder in retaliation, which made him groan in response. He tightened his hold on Inference’s head in reflex, forcing the detective to increase his pace on the cock inside.

It did not take long until D.M. felt his cock twitching in anticipation. He was close. And judging from the detective’s quickened ministrations on his aching cock, he was certain that the detective knew as well.

Soon, D.M.’s climax came, spurting his cum inside Inference’s mouth. The detective instinctively gagged as semen filled his mouth, giving him no time to protest. His entire body shivered at the sensation and he could feel his own cock hardening in response to it.

The detective’s cheeks were still stuffed as D.M. slowly pulled his cock out of the warmth of his mouth. The slightly limp cock was still twitching, leaving white beads of semen on its tip.

“Oh, how I would kill to have you like this all the time,” D.M. said as he lifted Inference’s chin. The detective was red, breathing heavily from his nose as a string of semen fell from the end of his lips. “So red and delectable, just the way I like it.”

Inference then spat onto his hand, making sure that the sound was loud enough for D.M. to hear. The mixture of semen and saliva fell into one viscous solution, which he immediately rubbed on D.M.’s cock.

“One more word and the dick’s off,” so he said, grabbing the shaft hard. His pout did nothing to hide how flushed his entire body had become. 

D.M. raised both of his hands in the air, making sure that he meant no harm. The detective said nothing as he continued to stroke D.M.’s cock.

Once the member was completely erect, Inference stopped his ministrations. He straddled the Earl, locking him in his place. He then positioned himself on D.M.'s lap, making sure that the tip of the shaft was right below his anus.

He dropped himself down, letting the cock enter his puckered hole. He exhaled long and hard as he felt the organ go up inside his anal tract. 

“Oh? Is it too much for you to handle?” D.M. asked. There was neither sense of guilt, nor remorse in his face. His eyes were squinted in a mischievous glee as he watched the detective take his cock whole.

Inference snorted and let out a laugh.

“Nay, I can’t even feel a thing,” he replied, shivering as he bounced onto the cock once more.

Using the Earl’s abdomen as support, he bounced up, then dropped himself down. Up and down. Up and down. Slow, but precise, almost in a rhythmical pace. 

And all of a sudden, D.M. thrusted up, pushing deeper into Inference’s hole. He let out a knowing smirk as a groan escaped Inference’s lips.

“You-!” Came the flustered reply. The detective’s half lidded eyes did not hide his arousal. The same can be said to his now fully erect cock.

D.M. said nothing as he grabbed Inference’s waist on both sides and thrusted up. There was almost no pattern to his thrusts. It was erratic, almost irregular. It pierced through Inference’s anal tract, aiming at a different spot each time.

It was then that he hit a certain spot that Inference saw white. An intense surge of electricity ran up his entire body, making him tremble in arousal.

“FUCK!!” Came the scream as he dug his fingers onto the bed sheets.

D.M., too, let out a guttural groan as he felt the warm anal tract squeezing his cock. It was enough for him to tighten his grip on Inference’s waist. It would certainly leave a mark once he was done with him.

“Fuck you,” Inference seethed, panting with each thrust from D.M.'s cock.

“I shall take it as a compliment.”

Despite that, Inference was quick to adapt. He bounced himself in the same pace, moaning wantonly. Each thrust sent him closer and closer to the edge, immersing him into throes of carnal pleasure. D.M. smirked, yet said nothing as he, too, was groaning at the warm and tight sensation enveloping his own cock. Soon enough, Inference’s erection was ready for a release. Just a few more thrusts and his climax would come.

However, the climax didn’t come.

D.M. stopped his thrust right before Inference’s release. He sent a tearful glare at the Earl, letting out a frustrated groan at him. D.M. laughed and leaned closer to the trembling detective.

“It’s my turn now,” said the Earl, bringing the detective down to his chest and flipped their positions.

Inference was now laying on the bed, with D.M. straddling him. His arms were raised above his head, with D.M. locking their movement with one hand. Though the plush mattress softened the impact, Inference could still feel the other’s weight on his body. It was fortunate that not much pressure was applied to the sprained ankle, otherwise he would need to hold back the pain for the entire night.

“Fuck you,” so he muttered for the nth time. He was trembling and sweating bullets, struggling underneath the Earl’s body.

“Oh please, you know that I am not that heartless,” so he said, cupping the detective’s cheek with his free hand. He placed a quick peck on the lips and positioned his cock in front of Inference’s hole. “I shall take care of it in no time.”

He gave the hole a few teasing rubs with his cock, eliciting whines from the detective. 

“You better take responsibility for this, Désire.”

D.M. stopped, eyes widened in surprise.

“Your wish is my command.”

The Earl smiled as he released his hand from Inference’s own. It was gentle, almost affectionate. Inference was certain that lust must have clouded his judgment, as that smile felt more genuine than all the smiles Inference had seen in the entire evening.

Yet his thoughts came to a halt as D.M. thrusted once more, making sure to aim at Inference’s prostate. Inference groaned at the sensation, face flush and cock erect. At the same time, the Earl brought his free hand towards Inference’s cock, stroking it to the pace of his thrusts.

He lifted the detective’s legs, circling them onto his waist. At this point, Inference was sweating like a waterfall, so much it would leave a flood onto the sheets. D.M., too, was sweating bullets, as he continued penetrating the detective. Their flush bodies made contact with one another, feeling each other’s heat as they thrusted and grinded into one another.

The pace quickened. D.M. grinded their bodies together in between thrusts, sending Inference into the edge. The detective moaned, tightening his embrace on the Earl’s back. He buried his face into D.M.'s collarbone, biting it hard.

D.M. groaned in response. He then grabbed onto Inference’s thigh once more, lifting it up to allow deeper access inside. His nails dug into the thigh, tightening the hand’s grip on it. Streams of sweat ran down on both D.M’s and Inference’s naked bodies. Its scent blended with the smell of precum, intoxicating them further into lust.

Their breaths grew more and more erratic, as D.M’s cock hit the same spot over and over again.

“Are you close, Detective? I can feel myself close as well,” he panted in between thrusts. His voice was rough and feral in Inference’s ears. 

D.M. leaned closer towards the detective, scattering playful bites all over his collarbone and collarbone. Only moans came out of his mouth as the thrusts intensified. The scent of sweat and precum filled the air, along with the fading scent of D.M.'s cologne. Inference could feel the erect cock inside him twitching – the engorged shaft was close to releasing its load.

Inference leaned up, meeting D.M. halfway into a deep kiss. And a few more, until the need for air separated them.

“Fuck!” Inference screamed, his entire body trembling in ecstasy. He was close, so close. His own aching cock twitched in anticipation, ready for the inevitable climax.

Come .”

And he came. Just as the Earl commanded. His vision turned to white as his climax erupted from the depths of his stomach. White spurted from his cock, staining both of their stomachs. 

D.M. came right after, spurting his semen inside Inference’s anus. He pulled out after he finished, leaving a trail of semen leaking from Inference’s abused hole. 

A sense of relief surfaced into Inference’s chest as his climax came to an end, leaving him spent yet satisfied. He let himself sink into the sheets, allowing the blissful aftermath to wash over him. 

And the Earl’s piercing gaze was the last thing he saw before he passed out.


The first thing Inference saw when his consciousness returned was an elegant canopy of D.M.'s bed.

He sat up and looked down, noting how the satin blanket fell from his naked abdomen, revealing bitemarks scattered on his chest and stomach. He lifted the blanket to check on his lower half. Much to his expectation, his thighs were in the same state as his abdomen.

He quickly brought one finger near his anus, rubbing it from behind. He was expecting his anal to be wet and aching, yet the wetness and pain never came. Instead, he felt clean. Strangely clean. As if someone had washed all the semen away. 

A pang of loneliness surfaced at the realization. He shook the feeling away, choosing to check on his sprained right ankle. It was perfectly bandaged and taken care of. 

He then turned to see the aforementioned Earl sitting right next to him, and half-naked whilst reading a leather-covered book. There was a dried bite mark on one side of his collarbone. Inference recognized it as the mark that he made last night. At the same time, his white snake was slithering on the nightstand, slowly but surely making its way towards its master. 

“And my ending is despair.”

Inference blinked in recognition. It was an excerpt from Shakespeare’s ‘The Tempest’. The epilogue, to be exact.

“Unless I be relieved by prayer, which pierces so that it assaults,” D.M. continued, “Mercy itself, and frees all faults.” 

He turned towards the detective, smiling.

As you from crimes would pardoned be, let your indulgence set me free,” so he quoted, closing the book and setting it on the table. His white snake made its way onto the book, resting on top of it.

“And now, for the round of applause.”

D.M. saluted, just like how the star of a play at the end of the curtain call. Yet there was only silence, as he was met with a disapproving glare from the detective.

“Even a standing ovation from the entire Empire will not clear you of what you’ve done.”

“But a single applause from you certainly would.”

The smirk he let out was almost blinding. It only deepened the detective’s frown.

“Don’t push your luck, Earl Mélodis,” Inference chastised him. “I have no more time for your idle talk.”

Inference turned, refusing to meet the Earl in the eye. He must have done it on purpose. Inference then took a quick glance at the window, noting the streaks of rain dropping down to the windowsill.

Much to his chagrin, it was still raining.

“Why not stay for the night? Rogers will prepare your carriage home first thing in the morning.”

D.M. reached out towards the detective. It went towards a stray lock of brown hair dangling in front of said detective’s eyes.

“No need,” came the reply, promptly brushing the hand away.

“With that sprain? I think not.”

Inference clicked his tongue.

“Why, thank you for your kind concern, Earl Mélodis. It’s nothing a week of rest can’t handle.”

D.M. circled his arm on Inference’s shoulder, bringing him closer to him. Inference swatted the arm, akin to how one would swat a fly away. D.M. let out a playful pout, though Inference did not buy into it.

“I still have some work in the office.”

“I can help you with that.”

“And mess with my case? Not a chance.”

D.M. stared right into Inference’s eyes. His eyes were stern and determined. It seemed that there was nothing else he could do to hold the detective back.

Thus, the Earl shook his head and said, “Well, if you insist. The door is all yours.”

Without further ado, Inference stepped out of the bed and headed towards the vanity chair in slow, shaky steps. His legs were still shivering, either from the cold or their previous act, yet the detective paid it no mind. He took his now neatly folded clothes and wore them one by one. He started with both his boxers and pants, keeping them in place with his belt, then his shirt, his vest, and finally, his coat and the badge.

He took a quick glance at the mirror, adjusting the position of the badge. Once done, he took his socks and shoes, heading straight towards the door. He did not spare another look at the amused Earl as he raised his right leg to wear his socks, garters, and shoes, in that exact order. He repeated the same routine for his left foot.

He took a few more steps towards the door, opening it. The door creaked, revealing one part of a long corridor of the manor’s topmost floor.

“Have a nice trip, Detective,” said D.M., still on his bed, “We shall meet again in due time.”

The door shut with a dull thud, followed by the sound of dragged footsteps. And with that, Inference was away for good.


The air remained cold to the touch, making him shiver underneath his damp coat. 

His footsteps were slow and careful, making sure that not much weight was put onto the sprained ankle. The wet pavement was making it difficult for him to walk on one leg, after all.

He took one last glance at the manor and walked away. 

In the end, he was not able to get the information he wanted. It was the weather’s fault that he was this red and flustered. It was the weather’s fault, it was the sprain’s fault, it was the accursed Earl’s fault. He repeated them over and over, like a mantra that set his walking pace – away from the manor, away from the manor’s owner.

Though much time had passed, the rain had yet to stop. Each and every drop thrummed in his eardrums, just as loud as his still-beating heart.

Notes:

It's been years and I have completely forgotten about the files for this thing, but ska wanted me to upload this so I did. Thanks ska for reminding me on the nights I spent screaming about the snake. I swear, the size was so inconsistent during all PVs, so I had to settle on an estimate. This thing also really improved my smut writing skills. It made me realize how little I cared about oral back then.

I've uploaded my part, so please upload yours too. The world must see it.

Once again, thank you and see you next time!