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| An Elf in Need |
Part One
Bran waited for the taxi to pull away before he looked up at the building. Taking a deep breath, he made certain the illusion was fool-proof before he started across the street. The building loomed above him, strangely oppressive now that he was seeing it in person. God, what was he doing here?As he reached the front door, Bran looked up to one of the windows. Despite the dark of the room, he could just barely make out a figure standing there. He knew the man's name, but nothing more. The doorbell sounded low and menacing as he pushed the button on the brick wall by the door. Waiting for someone to answer, he glanced back up at the window. The man stared down at him; Bran could feel that dark gaze slide over his body like a caress.
When the door opened, Bran was afforded his first view of Kurt’s mansion. It would be his home for the next six months, or however long this job lasted. The last time an employer found out what he was, he'd had to sue the man for sexual harassment. Seemed no one was immune to it; not even an elf.
He glanced at the man holding the door open. “I’m Brandon Lords.”
“We’ve been expecting you, Mr. Lords. I’m Reggie Smyth, the butler.” Stepping back, he let Bran in then turned to inform his boss he’d arrived. When he saw Kurt standing on the stairs, he said, “I didn’t realized you’d come downstairs, sir.”
Bran walked in and held out a hand to Kurt. "Good evening, Mr. Wilson. My name is Brandon Lords, Bran for short. I know I'm about half an hour early, but I figured I'd need time to get settled into my room before starting work."
Stepping forward, Kurt offered his hand to Bran. His smile held a smooth, amused edge as he firmly shook Bran’s hand. “I’m glad to see you came in early. I’d been planning on giving you time to get situated in your room before I set you to the grind stone. Steven isn’t going to be able to train you so the job falls to me.”
"Yes, sir," Bran said with a nod. "Before things go any further, I want to know for sure that you know what I am. The last situation ended...well, not well."
“That would depend. If it ended badly because you embezzled funds then no, I don’t know anything about that. If it had to do with you being an elf, I am aware of that, and I have no problem with it. If you have any problems under my employment with the issue, you have only to come to me and it will be severely dealt with.”
For the first time since getting the job, Bran smiled. "Thank you." He hoisted his duffel bag on his shoulder and picked up his suitcase. "I'll only need a few minutes to get settled and then I'll be all yours." He practically bit his tongue off with those words, but he could no sooner take them back than he could deny that Kurt Wilson was quite possibly the sexiest man he'd ever seen. With short black hair in a nice business cut; a firm, muscular frame; and eyes the color of steel, Kurt was the embodiment of beauty.
A brow rose at the connotations Bran’s words could have, and a faint smile creased his lips. Other than that, he said nothing. “I’ll show you to your room.”
Heading back up the stairs, Kurt turned right at the second floor landing. “All private quarters are in this wing and on the third floor. Because you’ll be working for me, your room is across the hall from mine. I know you were told there would be times when we would work through the night. Your check will, of course, reflect any extra hours.”
Pausing in front of one of the doors, he opened it before he stepped aside to let Bran into the room. The suite of rooms included a small living area, bathroom, and bedroom, tastefully decorated in shades of green and cream. “Once you’ve settled in and decided at some point if you will stay in the job, we can have this room redone if you want.”
"Wow," Bran said as he walked into his new home. "I love it. I'll be down in about five minutes. Just need to get situated."
As Kurt walked away and headed for the stairs, Bran couldn't help but watch the man move. Oh. Now that was a fine ass.
Realizing he’d forgot to tell Bran where the office, he turned back. Another glint of amusement flickered in his eyes when he noticed Bran seem to be staring at him. “When you come back downstairs, just come down the second hall to the right. My office is the third door on the right.”
Eyes widening in sheer embarrassment, Bran just nodded. "Yes, sir." He stepped into his room and closed the door, falling back against it. "That was stupid, Bran. Sexy or no, he's your boss now."
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Kurt descended the stairs and went to his office. Employing an elf had been no problem for him. He understood the inherent problems others might have because elves attracted an attention all of their own, and generally of the lustful variety. There was something incredibly erotic about the lithe form of an elf, and Bran possessed his own form of charm. His silvery blonde hair, of a shade nobody had ever been able to reproduce in a bottle, would entice others to simply want to touch. Not to mention the intriguing shape of his pointed ears. Though Kurt hadn’t seen them, he knew they were there. He’d caught a hint or two in the lively glimmer of emerald eyes, and he’d be willing to bet Bran was a handful.
Shaking his head slightly, he knew it would no good to let his thoughts dwell on things like that. Bran had been hired as an employee. He would never force attention on any employee in that manner.
He sat at his desk and started to finish the list he needed for Bran. The elf would have several duties, and he would have to be the one to teach him.
A few minutes later, Bran knocked on the door frame. "I hope I'm not disturbing anything," he said. "You seemed to be quite lost in thought. I can come back if need be."
Broken out of his reverie, he looked up towards the door. “No, come on in, Bran. For today, I just wanted to give you the general basics of your job. Nothing too heavy since we have time to get you used to it all.”
Smiling, Bran walked in and settled into one of the overstuffed leather chairs in front of Kurt's desk. He'd come prepared and opened up a small notebook. Sliding the pen out of the spiral binding, he held it between his lips as he flipped through his random scribbling to find a blank page.
"Okay," he said, uncapping the pen. "Ready and waiting."
Settling back in his chair, Kurt rested his elbows on the arms, and he propped his chin on his fingers. “In the morning, you’ll be sorting through all of the mail. I’ve a list here of what is considered important enough for my immediate attention. The rest is simply set aside for us to go through later if and when we have time. At the same time, you will be fielding phone calls. Most mornings are spent on just the mail. After lunch, you’ll be in the office with me. Taking dictation, and helping me work with whatever project I have going. It’s not that hard of a job, there's just quite a bit to learn about it.”
Bran remained quiet, just nodded as he took notes. When Kurt finished, Bran looked up at him. "There are some questions I did have," he said, slipping into his no-nonsense, fully self-confident mode. If he was going to work with this man, then he had to be upfront. He had to show himself as he was, and not just show an illusion.
Picking up the piece of paper, Kurt handed it Bran. “This list contains twelve names that are categorized by their level of importance to my business dealings. For the moment, you only need to worry about mail and calls I receive from those names.”
Pausing for a moment, he kept his gaze on Bran. “Feel free to ask any questions you want.”
Part Two
Bran looked over the paper before looking back up at Kurt. "What exactly do you do? And do I need to keep up the illusion? It takes a good bit of energy and...well, I'm kind of at a loss to get the energy back. I mean, I know how to do it, but I seriously doubt I'll be able to while I'm here.""This is what you could consider to be the center of several large corporations with ties to almost every government that exists. My companies provide a wide variety of services and goods both on government levels and for the private sector. I see no reason for you to maintain any form of illusion. It will become known who you work for and that should keep you safe from any potential problems you might encounter elsewhere."
With a smile, Bran stood and closed his eyes. With a shake of his head, his hair fell loose, the ends nearly touching his waist. The points of his ears emerged from the depths of the straight, silver-blonde hair. When he opened his eyes, he looked at Kurt and grinned, the smile reflected in Bran's pure brilliant emerald green eyes.
"Sounds good to me."
For a moment, Kurt seemed spellbound, watching the illusion fall away. Bran had already been attractive, but the fae allure seemed to enhance his features, bring out their inherent beauty.
Blinking, Kurt looked back at his desk and the papers scattered on it. It did help as distraction. "No one will give you any problems, Bran. I can promise you that."
"That's a relief." Bran went to look out of the nearby window, down into a lush garden. He could smell the green--a rich, earthy scent that filled him, even through the glass of the window. "Nice," he said quietly, shifting slightly to lean against the windowpane. "There is…one other thing…"
His eyes followed the elf's movements, seemingly unaware his expression showed a great deal of interest. "What other thing?"
"Are there any…clubs around here? I'm new to town, and well, an elf can only go so long before needing to recharge, so to speak. And because I don't enjoy women, I'm a bit limited in my selection."
One of his brows rose as he gazed steadily at Bran. A moment later, he became aware that he stared a bit too long at the elf. Clearing his throat, he lowered his eyes back to the papers on his desk. "You prefer men? I don't think that will be too hard to accommodate. There are several places in the area. And I don't think you'll have any problems finding what you want."
Bran turned and looked over at Kurt. "Yeah. Just never was quite happy with women. It's why I'm here, trying to make it in a human world; most elves don't understand why I enjoy the company of men." Shrugging, he walked back over to his chair.
"I had wondered, Bran." Kurt smiled in what was meant to be a reassuring manner. "My own preference is male as well, so I have no problems with it."
Catching the small glint of interest in the elf's eyes, Kurt wasn't sure what to make of it, especially knowing his position as the elf's employer placed him in a rather difficult position.
"Oh." Bran blinked and smiled slowly. "Then maybe you can show me some of the places where a man might find others," he said quietly.
"I would be more than happy to do that. If you want, you can either settle in tonight, or I can give you a little tour of a place or two."
Bran thought for a moment and then nodded. "A tour would be cool. I'm not quite ready to sleep."
Kurt pressed one of the buttons on the intercom. "Reggie, have Jacob bring around one of the cars for me. And tell him he has driving duty tonight."
"Yes, Sir."
Standing from his seat, he moved around the desk and paused near Bran. "Would you prefer to change first? You really don't have to unless you want to."
"I'm fine," Bran said. As they left the office, he glanced over at Kurt. "So, what do you do for fun?"
Something in the look Kurt gave him seemed vaguely amused. "I spend a great deal of time outdoors. And what do you do for fun?"
"You mean when I'm not giving myself over to pleasure?" Bran laughed. "I read, a lot. Everything I can get my hands on, fiction and nonfiction."
"I'm very well aware of the strong sensual nature elves have." Chuckling, he opened the door and held it open for Kurt. Outside in the drive, his car was already waiting with Jacob at the wheel.
"Thank you," Bran said with a nod. As he got into the back seat and buckled, his nose caught the fragrant scents from the nearby garden. A soft sound escaped him then and a slight shiver ran through him. The lush green scent filled him, called to him quietly. "I might get some plants for my room, if that's okay."
Sliding in the car from the other side, Kurt settled in and tapped the dividing glass between the front and back seats. With the signal, the car pulled smoothly out of the driveway onto the street. "You can pick out whatever you want, or I can have Reggie make sure some are brought to your room."
Bran smiled but didn't open his eyes. "Thanks. Can't live without them, even if the effects are interesting at times."
"Should I ask or just leave it alone?" Giving Bran a side glance, he studied the elf for a long moment. Very few could resist the darkly sensual air that seemed to cling to those of elfish nature. Kurt found he wasn't the exception to the standard rule. His hands remained in his lap only because he forced them to.
Bran opened his eyes, pinning Kurt with a brilliant green gaze. "To an elf, the scent of green--plants, grass, trees--is a bit of an aphrodisiac."
"I can't say I know all that much about your nature. The few elves I have worked with tend to be very reticent. And none of them were attracted to men. You don't seem of the same mold." Finding himself at the receiving end of Bran's gaze, Kurt stared at him unblinkingly.
"I'm an oddity, even to my own kind," Bran said. "Being good is the hardest part sometimes."
"That must make things very difficult for you, Bran." His voice contained a quiet note of understanding. He said nothing more as the car stopped. Opening the door, he slid out of the car. The club he'd chosen to bring Bran to was a quiet, discreet out of the way place. The bland exterior of the red brick building gave no hint of what might be inside.
"It is when there's no one to help replenish energy." Bran got out and looked around briefly before turning to Kurt. "So where are we, anyway?"
"A private club owned by a friend of mine. I thought it might be better than one of the more public places. Though I'll show you around those as well." Opening the door, he stepped inside. Two men standing bouncer duty nodded politely to them before they walked down the small corridor. The heavy thrum of music pulsed in the air, and the dark wood of the hallway gave way to an enormous room, and the heavy scent of the nature permeated the senses unmarred by any hint of cigarette smoke. The only other discernible scents were those of alcohol and the mortal bodies that inhabited the bar.
A long dark wood bar lined the entire length of one wall. Curved stairs near the end led up to the open second floor. The band and dance floor were housed upstairs. On the ground floor, several scattered tables suggested a strong intimacy without the overcrowding normally predominant in bars. Several fountains were artfully placed about the room, surrounded by expanses of lush greenery.
Bran came to a stop, mouth just dropping open as he took in his surroundings. The steady trickle of water from the fountains mirrored his heartbeat, rivaling with the lush plant life in an effort to drive Bran's need through the roof.
"Wow," he whispered. "Just…wow."
Smiling at Bran's reaction, Kurt said, "It's unusual, but I've always enjoyed coming here. Blake really did outdo himself when he created this place."
"I'll say." Bran finally remembered he had feet and he started for the bar, still taking his time to look around. When he reached the bar, he straddled one of the stools and turned to smile at Kurt, daring to toss him a quick wink
The patrons reflected a wide range from the highly casual to the more fashion conscious, and the air surrounding the bar carried sultry sensual hints. Settling onto the stool next to Bran, Kurt gestured towards one of the bartenders.
With a smile, the bartender greeted them. "What can I get for you gentlemen this evening?"
"I don't quite know," Bran said, eyes never moving from Kurt. "What do you suggest, Kurt?"
"It all depends on whether or not you want to be standing by the end of the evening." Chuckling, he turned to the bartender. "I'll have a Long Island Ice Tea."
"If I'm lucky, I won't be," Bran said as nodded to the bartender. "Same for me, please."
"I should think the way you look will guarantee you won't be." Murmuring softly, he directed a side look at Bran with a bit of a smile.
Nodding to both of them, the bartender moved away to fix their drinks.
"And if I said that I have my sights set on someone?"
"This quickly?" Looking slowly around the bar, Kurt could see there were several interested parties watching them. "Which one? It seems you'll have your pick tonight."
Without batting an eye, Bran said, "You."
Part Three
With a startled expression, Kurt quickly looked back at him. Before he could say anything, their drinks were set in front of them. Hastily, he pulled out his wallet and handed one of the bills to the bartender. "Keep the change."Turning back to Bran, he gave him a carefully searching look. "I'm your employer, and there's no way I want for you to believe that sex is any part of you being hired."
"I know that. If you are not interested, I will understand." Bran gave him a smile--teasing yet serious.
"It isn't a matter of me uninterested…" trailing off, Kurt tried to collect his thoughts as well as his voice. "The problem might be in me being too interested, Bran."
Deciding to fall silent before he stuck his foot further in his mouth, Kurt reached for his drink.
Just as Kurt's hand was over the glass, Bran reached out and touched Kurt's hand, giving him a hint of green--a tiny spark of heat, of lush grasses and nature. "There is no such thing as ‘too interested' if both people are in accord."
To someone who spent a great deal of time outside tending to his own garden and who loved the feel of nature, Bran's touch was a reminder of that. Drawing in a quick breath at the slight current, Kurt turned slightly towards Bran. "You're temptation itself."
His gaze slowly drifted over his face, fastening momentarily on the elf's lips. His teeth bit at his lower lip, worrying at the skin briefly before he raised his eyes back to Bran's. Nodding slowly to him, he asked quietly, "Dance with me?"
"I'd love to." Bran slid off the stool and curled his fingers around Kurt's hand, pulling him towards the stairs leading up to the dance and live band room.
Weaving though the bodies, Kurt followed him. Once on the dance floor, a tug of his hand drew Bran in close to him. The others around them were dancing just as intimately close as he wanted to with the elf. Kurt could still feel the elusive sense of a deeper part of nature. Bran had given him a brief glimpse with his touch.
Bran pressed close, his eyes never leaving Kurt's as they began to dance. Bran's movements were slow and sultry, the movements coming as natural to him as breathing. When his gaze lowered to Kurt's lips, Bran licked his own slightly, just barely resisting the urge to taste Kurt's mouth.
The shift of his body followed Bran's easily as he rested his hand on the elf's hip. A half smile edged at his lips when he caught the direction of Bran's eyes. Leaning in towards him, he paused barely a breath away from his lips. "I won't stop you."
With only the briefest smile, Bran's mouth molded to Kurt's, his breath heating Kurt's skin as he licked slowly across Kurt's lips. Fingers curling to Kurt's biceps, Bran closed his eyes, tilted his head, and dove in, moaning softly as his tongue slid into Kurt's mouth.
He'd been wanting to kiss the elf ever since he first saw him and now it was reality. Suckling light on his tongue, he drew it deeper into his mouth. Their bodies maintained close contact as he savored the flavor of Bran's kiss. A tingling trace lefts its effect on him.
"Mmm," Bran purred softly over Kurt's lips, tongue flitting across them before plunging back inside. He slid his hands down Kurt's arms, then moved them to his waist, pulling Kurt tighter against him as hunger and need crept into the kiss.
Nestling tightly to Bran's body in the sway of their dance, his fingers kneaded slightly at the elf's hip as he fully returned the tenor of their kiss. Already aroused by the close intimacy, he responded without real thought to what Bran offered him.
Bran pulled slowly from the kiss, mouth moving over Kurt's jaw, peppering his skin with soft kisses. Bran never stopped moving, their dance gaining more heat as Bran's hips rotated against Kurt's body, every move met with a soft catch of breath over Kurt's neck.
"Need," he whispered, sliding his mouth up to lick at Kurt's ear.
He could almost feel the intensity enveloping him from Bran. A low groan of sound answered the one word. Not being fully certain what Bran needed didn't matter to him, Kurt could more than easily receive or give. Drawing his head slowly back, a heated gaze pinned the elf's as Kurt's hand released his hip and took hold of his hand. A gentle tug drew Bran from the dance floor and back down the stairs.
When they stepped back outside Jacob seemed surprised to see both of them so soon, but he said nothing as he opened the car door for them.
The ride home was quick and there was an awkward bit of silence. As soon as they got back to the house, Bran stopped Kurt before he could open his door, leaning over for a quick kiss before he got out.
After they got out of the car, Bran slipped by him and waited at the front door for Kurt, need and want and sheer energy practically buzzing around and inside him.
Opening the door, he motioned Bran inside. After closing the door, he took Bran's hand to lead him up the stairs. Nothing had been said between them, and he wasn't sure if anything should be. When they reached the privacy of his bedroom, he shut the door behind them. Letting go of Bran's hand, he gave him a faintly questioning look.
"Want you," he whispered. He lifted his head and held Kurt's gaze, never once looking away as he slipped his fingers inside Kurt's pants just enough to touch a fingertip to the head of Kurt's cock. A slow, steady warmth trickled through the slight touch.
Feeling the touch caused an instant reaction from him, but Kurt tried to control the effect to a degree. The nudge of his body towards Bran made the elf step back in the direction of the bed. "No reason for any hurry, Bran. We've got all night."
Bran nodded and moved his mouth back to Kurt's, tongue pushing between Kurt's lips as they reached the bed. "You taste good," he murmured over Kurt's lips, "sweet and rich and male; so strong."
As he spoke, he pushed the pants over Kurt's hips, leaving them to fall to the floor. Sitting down on the bed, he spread his legs and pulled Kurt to stand between them. Wrapping his fingers around the base, Bran licked away the clear, sweet drops leaking from the tip of Kurt's prick.
The sudden urge to bury his cock deep inside Bran's willing mouth rolled through Kurt, and action followed thought. He combed his fingers through the rich golden hair then tangled tightly in the strands as heat enveloped his skin. Staring down at the Bran, he became fascinated watching the elf's rapt expression.
Bran hummed, swallowing Kurt completely. One hand remained on Kurt's hip, while the other moved down to cup his balls, rolling and tugging them gently. Looking up, Kurt's cock buried in his mouth, Bran's eyes seemed to grow greener, brighter.
More warmth surrounded his cock and Kurt could feel it flush through his entire body, making him tremble. He'd never felt anything like it and all he could think of as he fell into the brilliant green gaze was how badly he wanted to feel everything at this elf's hand. "More. I need more of you."
Pulling back slowly, Bran never looked away from Kurt's eyes. "Please," he whispered.
After quickly pulling off his shirt, Kurt pushed him back. "You need to undress."
Bran lay back on the bed and toed his shoes off. Then he leaned back and worked his pants down, letting them fall to the floor. Sitting up, he pulled his shirt over his head and scooted back, thighs parted slightly, emerald gaze locked onto Kurt's.
Silently Kurt watched him and didn't move until Bran had stripped naked. Sliding onto the bed, he moved in between the elf's legs. Lowering his head, he pressed a series of kisses upward on Bran's left thigh, and his hand caressed back and forth over the other.
"Mmm…" Bran hummed, legs parting more for Kurt. "So warm." He reached down and stroked his fingers over Kurt's hair, the current of energy low, soothing.
Sliding further upward, Kurt's body hovered over Bran's as he reached for the lube on the headboard shelf. He wasn't in the mood for play at the moment. A look of hunger crept into his eyes as his gaze fixated on the elf. Popping the top of the tube, he quickly slicked some of the gel over his cock.
Bran stretched, back arching a bit, impatient. "Kurt. Need you. Please."
Before the elf could finish saying please, Kurt's hips buried himself inside his ass. One hand kept his upper weight off Bran as he began a hard, jarring rhythm, taking the elf over and over again. His eyes never left Bran's and the hunger only strengthened.
Eyes wide, almost glowing, Bran gasped, gaze intent. His fingers dug into Kurt's shoulders, slid down his back. "Harder," he panted. "Won't break me. Need it."
Demanding, impatient thrusts of Kurt’s hips repeatedly filled the elf, leaving Bran moaning mindlessly. The energy building in Bran quickly threatened to overwhelm them both, yet neither cared at this point. The hard motion was met each time by the willing upward grind of Bran’s hips until they both began to tremble. Sharply increasing need took over until there was nothing left but the sensations dragging them both over the edge into their own release.
Bran’s harsh cry filled the room as he felt the pulses of both of their orgasms and feed from the mutual passion. Everything enveloped Kurt before he could even come down from the explosion, and he felt the burning rush of the elf’s full power.
Dazed, Kurt couldn’t even react, he could only feel. The brilliant green flare of Bran’s eyes captured him, and he drowned willingly in the light and energy. Bran withdrew, rolling to the bed and pulling Kurt in against him.
Staring speechless at him, Kurt could still the echoes of the pulsing life flooding him. If anything his new employee would prove to be one hell of a distraction.
Bran has a problem staying employed. Being an elf presents its own unique problems in a mortal world. Kurt Wilson has no problem hiring an elf, just a slight problem in keeping his own attraction to said elf to himself. The two together might just prove how little work one can get done, even on the clock. 4750 words. |