Ludi

The Unconsciousness

WuFei put a couple of berries back into his mouth, then went over to Quatre to shove them again. He repeated the operation several times, and each time Quatre was redder if possible. On his lips he felt like small electrical waves every time WuFei brushed against him, since he did not put pressure on them, but only the friction was enough to accelerate his pulse in such a way that he felt it rumble in his ears. He allowed WuFei to continue feeding him that way until the bowl emptied and then he drank some milk, just the same, but it spilled a little from the corner of his mouth. The young guard carefully cleaned it every time it happened, and while he kept pouring milk, he avoided being clumsy. He didn't press his lips, because he didn't want to make him feel more uncomfortable than he was perhaps feeling, and at the same time he wanted to ignore the need to. He felt strange doing that, in all his years of life, he had been with one woman or another, but none had made him feel that need or urgency... whatever it was. The milk bowl emptied and WuFei cleaned Quatre. The young master was still blushing, trying to avoid his gaze. 

"You must rest Master Quatre..." the guard whispered as he looked away. 

"WuFei..." 

"I'm sorry..." The guard's voice was full of regret, as if what he had done had affected him more than he had thought, "I'm sorry for what I did ... if I offended you, I'm very sorry..." He bowed deeply and left the room carrying the basket with the dirty clothes. Quatre stayed lying on his bed, in his room and closed his eyes trying to calm himself, feeling his muscles recover their strength little by little. And with those sensations he fell fast asleep. 

On the other hand, WuFei threw the entire basket with the clothes into the fire that the servants had prepared and ordered that whatever had that dirt was burned. Also ordered that no one disturb Quatre, and that they prepare another serving of milk and berries, which he should consume in a couple of hours later. 

This done, he went to his room, and took other clothes, then went into the bathroom, much like the one in Quatre's room, only slightly smaller; He filled the tub with cold water, released his long braid, and got into it. He stood in the deep tub, which covered his hip, hit the wall, and cursed under his breath. Why had he reacted that way…? He didn't know him; he was a stranger… Something was wrong with him and he didn't want to know. He tried to keep it hidden deep inside himself, and decided that this should not hinder his tasks, for which he was trained. 

A couple of hours later, after verifying that nothing had happened in his absence during the delivery and that his orders had been followed to the letter, he took the rations prepared for Quatre and went to his room. He was still sleeping with a slight frown. He put the bowls on a small nightstand next to the bed, and put his hand gently on his shoulder to wake him up. 

"Master Quatre, it's time to eat..." Quatre was still sleeping, and suddenly he sat up looking at nothing. His eyes were gone and he didn't say a word "Master Quatre?" 

No reaction. Nothing. Not a blink. 

WuFei left quickly and returned with one of the oldest monks. In the young man's room he explained everything that happened that afternoon, the old man watched him carefully, touched his muscles, moved his joints, and the young man didn't react. 

"Once," the old man began, "I served Lady Sandrock... I was 5 years old. And they made me bring her black fruits. She was just like Master Quatre. Those fruits rotted, and I had to carry more. And so, for 3 cycles in total it was about 30 days that Lady Sandrock did not move. She did nothing more than look into the void. I remember that day she was like that, she was very thick and big ... -the old man made the gesture of a more voluptuous person "and when she woke up, she was already as thin as him. That time, she did a very important cleaning, and had to eat large quantities every day for many days until she was very large... Master Quatre does not comply with that" the old man sat near the bed, and rested his old bones "he is in what they called, a state of unconsciousness. His body is here, consuming itself normally, but his mind is off. Lady Sandrock was already trained, so we just had to wait for her to react… however, Master Quatre was not prepared for this. If we leave him like this, he will die in a few days... Master WuFei, you must feed him as possible... I will arrange that no one comes to disturb you until the master wakes up" 

The old man withdrew, as WuFei approached Quatre to examine him more closely. The old man was right, the young man was too thin to make him wait many days. He had to consume food or he would be too fragile to survive. 

He laid him down and fed him the same way he had hours ago. He placed berries in his mouth and transferred them to the young man's 

"Master Quatre, please... react," the guard continued feeding the young man, and suddenly he felt something warm enter his mouth softly. 

He quickly separated with a red face, covering his mouth, as he watched Quatre, who was still staring… had he kissed him? 

He tried again to feed him with some suspicion, and felt it again ... Quatre had thrust his tongue into his mouth, gently, trying to touch his. He was still staring, eyes half open, and out of nowhere his hands framed WuFei's face. He was kissing him. 

WuFei was incredulous… apparently Quatre didn't know what he was doing, there was no other reaction in him… he didn't make any sound, or any word. 

Her soft lips had caught him off guard and he felt his mind clouded by the desire that was causing him to continue with this. They were alone, nobody would bother them, but it wasn't correct. Quatre wasn't doing it consciously… did he have any idea what he was doing? 

He took the young man by the waist, attached him a little more, and made him lie down on the soft bed, deepening the kiss, running through every corner of his warm mouth. It tasted like sweet berries with a hint of bitterness. Feeling the body of young Quatre so close to him, made him load a little of his weight on him and notice how excited he was ... that they both were. Quatre moved away from him for a moment as he felt the pressure on his hip and slightly opened his lips, but no sound came from them ... he made moaning gestures, but didn't emit them. His gaze was gone, yet his body was reacting. 

WuFei lowered one of his hands to the young man's crotch and began to caress him gently, without taking his face from his, observing each movement he made, each reaction so erotic and without emitting a sound. His own manliness ached, but he had to hold back, he couldn't go any further than that, per se, what he was doing was already wrong, but he had to do it or he would go crazy. Quatre, or rather, his body reacted to his touch, so he would try to go as far as he could, or what he thought it could be. The young man's small hands still framed his face, but he soon used them to cover his face. 

"Master Quatre... I have to see..." WuFei removed his hands, and saw that his gaze remained the same, despite all the reactions, he still didn't wake up. He decided to remove the clothes that separated them and began to discover the young man's skin while kissing his chest and exploring with his hands. His small pink n*****s were hardened and at each touch on them, the young man arched his back, clutching his hands to the guardian's hair, who continued to descend to the hip, where his hand completely surrounded what he longed for. When he took the member of the young man in his mouth, he arched even more, covering his face with his hands. "Master Quatre" WuFei said, getting up to remove his hands from his face. "I must see... please..." 

WuFei saw that Quatre had no change in his countenance, he was biting the tips of his fingers of one hand with anxiety, and with the other he got up leaning on the arm, to be able to see. Meanwhile, WuFei took the young man's member again, he stopped biting his fingers, to caress the guardian's head, letting his hair down a little, urging him to continue what he was doing. 

Only the obscene sound the guard made was heard, Quatre made no sound despite arching and unable to contain whatever he was feeling at the time. WuFei watched all of this with eager eyes, his own underwear already dampened with excitement. He couldn't go any further, he had already tainted him with what he was doing, he was not aware of it, how could he look at his face again? 

He felt the young man tense and press his head more against him, moving his hips to go deeper into his mouth; He could feel the member tighten more in his mouth, and as he continued to stroke it with his tongue and press with his lips as he made movements up and down, Quatre spilled into him, arching his body, as WuFei continued to suck each drop, feeling each strong pulse against his lips, until nothing else came out of him. 

Quatre had completely arched his back, and when he finished, he made no sound, despite having opened his mouth in clear signal of what was happening, nothing but WuFei's heavy breathing was heard after releasing him. The young master was breathing heavily on the bed, but he seemed not to react otherwise. 

With all the willpower he could, and with trembling hands, WuFei arranged the young master's clothes, tucked him in, and locked himself in the bathroom. He discovered his own member and as he sat on the floor leaning his back against the wall, he spilled some of what was left of the young man in one of his hands, and began to caress himself without mercy, feeling how slippery he was, imagining himself inside him, until he couldn't take it anymore and he ended up quickly spilling onto the floor. He had been fast… he was too excited, he couldn't have taken any more, he had been so close. 

It took him a while to calm down enough to wash up and go back to the room. Quatre was fallen asleep, breathing smooth and rhythmic. He had to feed him, since he hadn't even reached the middle of the bowl, and that was the only thing that would help him heal his body of all that he had absorbed that day. 

He had to try again, without losing control.