Chapter 76 - My puppet

Walking down the dark, silent corridor, Leonardo couldn't stop thinking about the little conversation he'd had with the detective. He knew very well that it would only be a matter of time before Giovani came to either of them with proof that they were involved. However, he had not expected Vicente to be present on that stormy night.

Unfortunately his memory was not the best, what he remembered were moments and sensations. Moreover, what really bothered him was that fourth presence who seemed to be terror in person.

It was not Vincent. That clown would never smile like that. It might be whatever it was, but Vincent had never been greedy or malicious with the Evilians. Quite the contrary, there would be no one more loyal than him.

That is, if Diablo didn't control him.

Still, Leonardo would put his hand in the fire for him.

His incessant thoughts blinded him the whole way, leaving him surprised when he touched the doorknob of his room. Taking a deep breath, he mentally prepared himself to take care of a puppet that would probably be eager to receive his attention.

As soon as he opened the door, Leonardo was faced with the meagre lighting showing the silhouette of a Benjin sitting with his elbows resting on his legs. The seriousness of those green eyes could shine in the darkness.

— I'm home Ben.

His voice sounded too low, and Leonardo felt slightly embarrassed by it. He didn't want to give the impression that he was afraid, or that he had done something he shouldn't have.

Closing the door behind him, the young master removed his blouse and shoes before approaching the bed. Benjin had not moved, only his glowing eyes followed the brunette. He literally looked like a haunted doll, whose eyes would follow you everywhere without being noticed.

— Are you mad at me for not paying attention? I apologise.

— I'm very tempted to disappear with this detective.

Letting out a low chuckle, Leonardo sat down next to his fiancé and let out a long, tired sigh.

— Why? Has he done something bad to you?

— He's always having meetings with you. I don't like it, I've told you several times.

— Just as I've told you, we have to be careful with him, since he knows too much about what happens here.

Benjin pursed his lips in annoyance. Receiving a stroking of his hair, he still didn't give in and continued his little tantrum. It wasn't that Leonardo didn't find his attempt to ignore his lover cute, but he also wanted to get a bit of affection since his head seemed so full of suffocating thoughts.

— I don't like him.

— It's okay that you don't like him, just behave. I don't want to deal with any more trouble.

— What did he want this time, Leo?

Leonardo considered whether to tell him or not, but remembered that he had asked Giovani to keep it a secret about them going to the train the next day. That applied to him too. Besides, the detective had made it clear that he suspected Benjin about the disappearances. If that puppet started acting on his own, suspicions could grow and Giovani's trust in Leonardo would also break down.

— Just let me know the process of the investigations, no big deal.

— You're too tense for it to be a "big deal."

Damn, he was too perceptive.

— Yeah, I wanted to relax and you're not co-operating.

Shrugging, Benjin bowed his shoulders, looking slightly embarrassed.

— Sorry, Leo.

Giving a sly smile, the brunette hugged his lover so that he could rest his head against his chest.

— You're feeling anxious, aren't you? Things have been hectic, and we barely have time to be together.

Of course he understood Benjin's frustration, and the proof was the tight hug he received back from the puppet. He hugged him and squeezed his clothes as if he was afraid Leonardo would run away from him.

— Uhum.

— But now I'm here with you, so do what you want.

Immediately the puppet raised its shining eyes to its young master.

— Can I really? That thing you said at dinner... Can I really?

— Of course...

He barely had time to answer. His mouth had already been captured by a thirsty and eager puppet who would not let him escape so easily. And because he was longing for it too, Leonardo returned the kiss with the same intensity as a way of proving to Benjin that he too missed his touch.

Benjin kissed him warmly, holding him tightly without leaving any space between them. His warm hands searched for his young master's skin, stroking it with his fingertips and feeling an immediate shiver. And by the movement of his lips that seemed expert at making him gasp, Leonardo already knew that his lover was once again holding back.

He had nothing to complain about, Benjin always waited on him like a good boy. He'd just have to deal with the explosion of desire later, but Leonardo didn't want to think about that too much. At that moment, all he wanted was to give his fiancé attention and feel complete by his side.

They both needed to feel good about each other. So Leonardo didn't take long to also seek more contact with the puppet, fingering his curves and caressing his back pushing him more and more towards him, as if that distance wasn't already enough.

The agitated touch of their tongues made them both anxious. Even if they ended the kiss in search of air, they were not far from each other. A kiss was always resumed in the incessant attempt to fulfil the desire and longing they felt. Clearly, the heat soon became predominant to the point that clothes were a real obstacle for those who sought more contact.

Leonardo's shirt was the first to leave the field, being the gateway for Benjin to slide his lips down the young master's target neck and bite him hard to leave marks on his complexion. The trail of bites he left demarcated his territory, but that wasn't all he wanted to do.

When Benjin raised his eyes to Leonardo, he already knew the message would be crystal clear. His young master did nothing but bite his lips in anticipation. The first gasp was released as soon as the warm, moist tongue had begun to slowly play with one of the boy's nipples. And so, the teasing game between them began.

It would be the second time they would do something so intimate. Leonardo knew very well that his body had already been explored by Benjin that other time, but her way of teasing him made it feel like the first. That puppet dared to excite him and stare at him at the same time, without missing any of Leonardo's reactions.

Kisses were spread all over his chest and belly. Nipples were stimulated with fingers, while Benjin sank his face into the curve of Leonardo's neck, seeking to smell more of him. The shivers the young master felt were accompanied by loud, sighing gasps, yearning for more touch.

But Leonardo didn't want to be the only one receiving all that attention.

With some force he managed to throw Benjin onto the bed and force him to lie down. Standing between his legs, he unzipped the trapeze artist's trousers and stared at him anxiously.

— Leo...

— Shh, enjoy.

He had never done this with anyone before, which made Leonardo quite nervous. But as a man, he knew very well what he would like to receive. So... Benjin must like it, right? He'd do well, wouldn't he?

Lowering Benjin's clothes enough for his member to be freed, Leonardo was surprised to see him so hard and wet with just those few teases they had done. A low chuckle escaped his lips as he faced the puppet.

— So that's what you were holding? Did you want me that badly, Ben?

Benjin covered his face with his hands, refusing to face his young master.

— Leo, don't play with me like that!

— I haven't even started yet — the boy laughed, enjoying teasing his fiancé.

Slowly he moved his hand over the member, feeling the pulsing increase and the shivers pass through the trapeze artist's body. Moistening his lips, Leonardo began to distribute wet selfies over the pulsating length, hearing the moan and gasp escape his lover's lips. Each reaction made Leonardo want to tease him even more.

And so he did.

He kissed every centimetre, paying attention to where Benjin was sensitive. And when he reached the glans, he put it in his mouth and began to suck it gently, hearing a loud moan chanting his name.

Now he understood why Benjin always teased him.

It was like a stimulus to go on and unravel the pleasures that the body felt.

Enough for Leonardo to go further and further in sucking and sucking him in his small, moist mouth. He just didn't expect his teasing to reach the fuse, being surprised when Benjin held his head and began to move his hips so that the movements became more abrupt.

That bulge in his mouth had almost made him choke, if it hadn't been for the puppet's climax arriving shortly afterwards. The white liquid spurted all over Leonardo's face, the sight that Benjin needed to lose the last bit of sense he had.

From then on, it was the marionette that soaked into the body of his young master.

The clothes were completely ignored in some corner of the room. Benjin left Leonardo on his back and distributed wet kisses and bites down his back. He prepared him to receive him while enjoying hearing him moan and give himself to him.

Leonardo could feel Benjin's racing heart beating against his back. It felt like a locomotive at full throttle going from one region to another. The heat and pulsating veins also seemed to tattoo the boy's skin.

He felt Benjin alive on his skin.

How could he question his life when he had such concrete evidence?

How could he consider him a mere child's plaything when Benjin was doing something so lustful and ambitious with him?

That was not the toy. Maybe he had been one day, but now he was a living being who loved his young master to the point of wanting to brand him even in his soul.

And Leonardo was the victim who threw himself into his arms willing to let himself be marked.

— Leo... You're so hot in here — the trapeze artist murmured hoarsely, inserting his fingers to relax his young master's body — Do you want me that badly?

Benjin's movements caused completely new sensations in Leonardo. The curve of his back and the loud sigh he gave were proof that his body was already acting of its own accord.

— Ben...

— Yes, that's the name you gave me, Leo — the trapeze artist whispered in Leonardo's ear, nibbling on him and making the brunette's situation worse — I'm your Benjin, aren't I? What do you love so much?

— A-Ah...

Feeling the hard member between his thighs, Leonardo couldn't think straight anymore. The anxiety he felt at having the glans touching his entrance made his mind go blank just waiting to be filled. As if only Benjin could fill the void inside him.

And when he finally felt it, the moan Leonardo let out was muffled by his lover's thin hand.

There were times when Leonardo had the feeling that everything was a dream. That he would wake up in his messy flat and have to deal with college and the drudgery of his day-to-day life. That he would still be fighting with his father, and that he still needed to escape Dreamland. When he had that feeling, a thought would occur to him.

If it was a dream, he didn't want to wake up.

The warmth increased along with the pleasure when Benjin finally penetrated Leonardo. The feeling of fulfilment was proof that they were both alive in that world, and that they were the only ones to feel it. It was the proof he needed to make sure that nothing was a dream, and that he had really fallen in love with someone, and that he had given himself body and soul to that someone.

Turning his head over his shoulder, Leonardo sought Benjin's lips. With one kiss, he would prove to himself once again that this was not a dream. He was there desiring another man, a man who had once been his favourite toy.

Maybe it was scary enough to think that he was having sex with a toy, but it was also scary to think that he was in a mansion where a demon was watching him and trying to kick him out.

There was nothing normal about Dreamland.

So why would he try to be normal?

The increased movement made him forget everything again. He pushed the thoughts away and forced himself to concentrate on those wonderful sensations Benjin was giving him.

Never would he have imagined that that sly, whiny, clingy puppet would be someone who would make him get on all fours in bed and beg for more. That the Benjin who always seemed meek would become someone so thirsty to sleep with his young master.

But that was all right.

If it was for Benjin, Leonardo would do anything.

For he was his puppet.

— Benjin... A-Ah...

— Leo — whispered the puppet again, hugging him tightly — you're mine, aren't you? You belong to me, don't you? I finally have you completely to myself, don't I?

Turning round on the bed, Leonardo could see Benjin better. He stroked his face and smiled openly, even if the position he was in was a little awkward. However, the young master would not care about embarrassment at that moment.

— Not even death can separate us, Benjin. I promise.

The promise was sealed with a kiss and a pleasurable night between them.

Although to them it seemed to be a play on words or mere expressions of their deepest feelings, they would never have imagined that the bond that bound them would grow stronger making the promise real.

Not even death could separate them.