so_far_fallen | For highpriestnarim

"No! I didn't mean that..."
He started to panic. He was out of practice handling Narim and he would have to remember quickly or he'd be paying for it until he did. He was saying the wrong things in the wrong ways and bringing it on himself. He didn't trust himself to say anything else so he shut up and glanced at Narim apologetically before turning his gaze to the floor so he didn't have to meet his dark, angry eyes.

It only angered him that much more when Aria didn't say anything else and even looked down at the floor. He quickly let go of his husband's wrist and brought his hand across his face like the night before, but harder, with so much more angrier behind it. "How dare you blame me! I am the one that pays for this house you live in, the food that you eat, the clothes that you wear and you say I should wake you up! And you cannot even look at me!"

Aria stumbled a little with the force of being struck and his eyes filled with tears. He forced himself to look at Narim.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he repeated, desperately. "I'm sorry... please Narim... I'm sorry...!"

"Are you crying? Why are you crying? You have everything you could ever want and you are crying!" The things that made him angry were insane, but he grabbed Aria by the robe he had on and swung him harshly against a wall. "Tell me, what did you do while I was gone, hm? I can tell you it was not work! You laid around not doing a single thing and all I want is breakfast with my husband and I cannot even get that!"

He hit the wall and crumpled to the floor, curling up with his arms around himself.
"I'm sorry!" he cried, frustrated that he didn't have any way of stopping this. "It won't... it won't h..happen again... I promise ...!"

He growled at the way Aria was reacting, getting frustrated and even more angry. He walked over, reaching down and gripping his hair tightly to pull him up. "Stop babbling like a child. You are a grown man, act like it. Act like you deserve to be my husband, do you understand me?"

Gritting his teeth he scrambled to his feet and tried to compose himself. He took some quick, deep breaths and swallowed, trying to keep his voice steady when he spoke next.
"You're right. I'll go and shower and I promise I'll help you all day to try to make up for it. I'll bring you whatever you want or help with papers or... anything."

"Anything is exactly what you are going to do," he growled and spun Aria around to bend him quickly over his desk, not caring if he hurt his husband or not. One hand stayed on the back of Aria's neck while the other pulled angrily at the robe, yanking it down and even ripping parts of it so that his naked husband was there before him.

That was a shock. Aria gasped at the suddenness and strength with which he was bent over the desk. He struggled against that iron grip. As the robe was ripped from him his breathing became ragged and distressed.
"No... Narim, please don't.." he protested.

He didn't care about the protesting, he wanted Aria to pay him back and now for making him wait. Making him wait, of all people. He was the provider and he truly felt like he shouldn't have to wait for a single thing. "Shut up," he growled, tightening his grip on the back of Aria's neck. He then quickly undid his slacks, freeing himself from them and stroking himself a few times, he even spit in his hand to just barely lube himself up before lining himself up with Aria's hole and then shoving in with a loud groan.

Being so distressed made it a thousand times worse - Aria was tense and his muscles did not take kindly to the sudden invasion. Narim was so brutal that Aria's pained cry was heard by the house servants on the floor below. His bruised face was pressed down hard against the mahogany and the edge of the desk was biting into his stomach. He could tell himself to try to relax but it was going to be impossible. He could barely keep himself from sobbing.

The power of the situation was getting him off more than the feeling of being inside of Aria, to hold someone's life where there in that moment, to give them pain at will, it was empowering and intoxicating and it only made him try to push Aria's face more into the desk. His other hand holding tightly onto his shoulder as he kept thrusting harshly into him, not caring about the sounds that came from Aria because it all got him closer and closer and also in his mind this was a lesson that his husband should be on time, should listen better and definitely shouldn't blame him for his own faults. "Maybe next time you will be on time. Maybe next time you will not blame me for you not waking," he groaned out the words before suddenly a louder, longer groan came from him as he spilled inside his husband.

He pumped his hips a few more times before slowly pulling from him and taking a few steps back to stare at his husband before clearing his throat. He shoved himself back into his slacks before doing them up. "Go clean yourself up," he said calmly now.

Aria felt completely violated and the sticky wetness of spilled cum on the inside of his thighs made he want to throw up. He straightened up slowly, carefully, his whole body quivering from shock. He stooped to pick up what was left of his robe.
He could do no more than nod when Narim sent him to clean up, he was relieved to be able to leave the office though and he limped out quickly and silently.

He went straight to their bathroom, locked the door behind him, then stood beneath the jet of hot water in the shower and let himself cry, forehead pressed to the hard tiles.

Narim watched him leave and he did feel a pang of guilt, only because in his own twisted way he did love his husband. He stood in his office, trying to clear his head, trying to focus on his work, but he couldn't. Part of him hated the thought of Aria being angry with him, granted he knew in the back of his mind it would happen in the future again and it was just some twisted circle that neither of them broke.

He left his office and went to their bathroom, trying the door, but realizing it was locked. He lightly knocked on the door. "Love, please open the door," he spoke softly as if all he did was raise his voice at Aria moments ago.

Aria startled at him voice but got quickly out of the shower to unlock the door as fast as possible, not wanting to keep him waiting and risk another round. The shower water would have masked the fact he'd been crying if his eyes weren't so red.

He slipped inside, closing the door behind him, a sigh coming from him when he saw just how red Aria's eyes were. "Look at what you made me do," he whispered, taking a step forward in an attempt to touch Aria's unblemished cheek. "Why do you make me do these things? You know my temper."

Aria flinched away and took a step back.
The other side of his face was visibly bruised now and slightly swollen.
" ... I'm sorry..." he whispered.

He looked at Aria with sad eyes and a hurt expression when he moved away. "Please do not be upset with me. You know I love you," he said quietly, but didn't move closer to his husband, yet.

He was still a moment, but then nodded. He took a towel and wrapped it around himself.
"I'm not upset. I love you too..." he murmured. "I'm sorry I made you angry. Please forgive me."

If someone got a dollar for every time Aria ever said sorry they'd have been rich in no time.

"Of course I forgive you," he said, taking a step forward to slowly try and wrap his arms around him to pull him into a hug. "I have work to do, but you can go shopping. Would that make you feel better, my love?"

Aria let him embrace him and relaxed a little in his arms. His back and legs ached, not to mention how sore more intimate areas were, and despite Narim being the cause of that his arms were comforting.
"I'd like that," he agreed. It was usually best to take Narim's gifts, they let him let go of some of the guilt otherwise he just got angry and frustrated again. Besides, it would give Aria a chance to buy him a present as a peace offering, even if the last thing he wanted to do in his state was spend hours walking around in public.

He kissed the top of his head before leaning down to kiss his forehead and then his lips. "Good. You should go get dressed and just come let me know when you are ready and I will call the car for you," he said, using a hand to tilt Aria's head up so that their eyes met. "I love you."

As their eyes met he managed a little smile. "I love you too, forever."
He padded back into the bedroom, clutching his towel around him, and started to pick out some clothes and get dressed. He hoped Narim would be content with what he chose to wear so he wouldn't have to change again.
He was hungry but didn't dare ask for breakfast.

Edited 2013-05-10 10:45 (UTC)

When Aria had left to get dressed, he did as well and went back to his office to work on some papers as he waited for Aria to come in.

Aria dressed in smart dark denim jeans and a blue turtle-neck sweater that hid the bruising on the back of his neck. There was nothing he could do about the mark on his face but it was easier to sound believable when you made up excuses for that kind of thing if you were a man.

He went to Narim's office and stood just inside the door, leaving it open a little because it made him feel a little safer. He eyed the desk, the papers in one spot crumpled from having a struggling person pressed against them.

He swallowed and looked at Narim, offering him a little a smile.

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