It feels as though these dark days going by of Cove's captivity are only getting worse. The presence of the beast that enslaved him has not been seen for some days now and Cove can't help but feel restless. He finds it increasingly hard to sleep at night, with the room being lit by the Eiffel Tower mere streets away, and the uneasy feeling he gets because of Modravé's men aligning the roofs surrounding the occupancy.   

It seems unjustifiable to complain as a somebody who has been kidnapped; stuffed in a possibly ten-thousand-euro-a-night hotel room, and fed throughout the day: about loneliness.

There are some poor people who are shoved in basements, covered in their own filth and haven't even seen the sight of food for weeks!

It just that Cove is such a naturally sociable person, it seems unruly for him to be cooped up in the same room twenty-four hours a day without any human interaction. The only thing keeping him going is the boxset Valentino dropped by for him which is Series 1 of a British comedy called The Inbetweeners.

Valentino quoted it as being "fucking brilliant, mate" when he dropped it over, and even stayed to watch the first episode - and Cove must admit... it is pretty hilarious. At least he's had something to keep his mood a little more mellow, even if it is only temporary.

The little things.

They're the things that's been keeping Cove from going insane. There is a little bluebird that lands on the edge of his window every morning that Modravé tells to "shoo you little shit", but soon returns later in the afternoon when Modravé is away, and just sits, singing to Cove. There's also an old man that, for endless hours of the day, sits on the cobbled streets below, on a little wooden crate, selling potato peelers. Cove watches him, not in a stalker way, but with immense amount of admiration and adoration also.

Will Cove end up as he?

Resorting to, despite being an aged man, selling potato peelers to survive? But, something he will never be, or never do, is be befallen to such a demisable, and despicable man such as Modravé. Oh how he resents that name.

Peering out of the window, the sky is beautiful pink. It's almost dark - but not late, it's just sadly getting closer to winter, therefore the darkness overtakes the light more.

His birthday is tomorrow, too.

Turning the big 19.

Wow! He's really been walking, breathing and consuming on this earth for nineteen full years. Sadly, he doesn't really know if he'll be able to do that anymore regarding the position he's found himself in.

He should be spending it at his home, with his family and his friends surrounding him as he excitedly tearing open his presents with eyes wide with excitement, and the smell of the homemade birthday cake his grandmother always makes wafting through the air.

Modravé shouldn't know about it, right? He's sure he hasn't mentioned it. If he has, he hopes no one remembers because he's rather spend it alone, with himself in his mind than with a bunch of lunatics.

Seriously thought... he's actually going to be 19. That's so crazy. OH FUCK! He's going to miss his exams!! NOOOOO. All his revision is going to go to waste... everything...

Cove pouts and sinks down against the wall onto his butt. He pulls his knees up and places his head in-between. He hopes - no prays, that someone will find him soon.

"Cove?"

Cove's head shoots up and see's Modravé stood by the door looking at him with a soft smile. "Are you okay?" Modravé asks.

"Not really", Cove rolls his eyes and puts his head back where it was before.

"Have you showered?" Modravé asks, ignoring Cove's answer. He shakes off his leather jacket and places it down on the bed before sitting on it and taking off his shoes.

Cove doesn't say anything until Modravé looks at him with a raised eyebrow, expecting and answer. Cove shakes his head no.

"Speak." Modravé stands. "You are no child."

Cove pouts and mumbles out: "No".

"Then I advise you to follow me", Modravé says walking to the bathroom, which is just as extravagant as the room, mind you.

Cove furrows his eyebrows and stands up, following Modravé into the stunning bathroom. Cove stops and his eyes widen when Modravé pulls off his tight top. "W-What?" Cove stutters, averting his eyes.

Modravé chuckles and continues to undress.

Just as Cove is about to turn around and leave, his elbow is grabbed and he bang into a chest. "Wait!" He yells startles.

"Bath with me".

It wasn't a question. That was clear as day by the rough edge in his voice. It was a blatant command. There was no beating around the bush with this. Cove was going to bath with him whether he wanted to or not.

Cove stays quiet, merely staring up at Modravé with wide eyes.

Modravé lifts his hand up, softly brushing his knuckles across Cove's bubble cheek, leaving a soft blush in it's wake. Cove's eyes flicker down to Modravé's hands, noticing immediately that their scattered in scars. Some were minor, but others were definitely deep and must've been inflicted forcefully. How many battles has this man been in?

Modravé, slowly but surely leans down, pressing his lips to Cove's forehead. Cove's breath gets caught in his throat making it hitch.

"Arms up", he whispers softly, his lips brushing against Cove's forehead as he speaks.

Cove's eyes flutter shut. He slowly lifts his arms up and before he knows it, the chilly air is hitting his torso making him flinch slightly. Modravé tosses Cove's top to the left, not very mindful to the fact that its fallen into the open toilet.

"Modravé", Cove whispers, holding onto the older man's much larger hands as they find their way to the hem of his bottoms. "I - I can take them o - off".

Modravé doesn't say anything but instead softly move's Cove's hands away, pulling down his bottoms slowly.

Cove opens his eyes and looks away, a tint of red painting his cheeks as he feels the cold air hit his privates. He's completely open to the searching eyes of the beast - he's scared.

Modravé motions for the young boy to step out of the bottoms, which he does.

The taps are soon running, filling the luxurious bathtub with water. The glass windows are clouding over with steam and the scent of lavender fills the room from the bubble bath soap Modravé poured into it.

"It looks so fluffy", Cove softly remarks, staring at the bath with awe as the mountain of bubbles continue to build.  

"Step in then", Modravé smiles.

Carefully, and with grace, Cove steps into the bath, holding onto the sides as the warm water wraps around his legs and the bubbles suckle onto his skin. "Ahh", he moans as he finally settles down - the water lathering over his stressed muscles, making them contract and relax.

"Feel good?" He hears Modravé asks. He looks over and sees Modravé just watching him.

"Yeah".

A silence falls over them.

Cove's eyes fall to a mirror that reflecting him.

Here he is. Sat in a bathtub. What happened to how he felt mere minutes ago? How has he all of a sudden befallen to the soft touches and caresses Modravé brings?

"You think an awful lot", Modravé whispers.

Cove remains silent.

"You man speak to me.. I understand your worries - I do. Let me know how you are feeling, let me help".

Cove chuckles. "I've told you so many times, I want to go -"

"- home, yes, I know. I hear you whisper about it whilst you are asleep. I know you miss your life back home but you will now have a new, better one, with me".

"I don't want a life with you, Modravé".

Deep breaths come from the man.

"Under these circumstances I know it is hard", he stares deeply at Cove. "But the life you were living before wasn't a life at all".

"You speak as If you know me".

"I have always known of you, doll."

Cove breath hitches a little bit in his throat. Modravé has always known, all of this time, who he is. Modravé move's closer so that he's kneeled beside the bathtub. He reaches over and runs the back of his hand across Cove's soft, delicate cheek.

"Don't let those questions in your mind trouble you, sweetheart. But let me tell you such... you may think that we are from two very different worlds, but our worlds are exactly the same, its just only one of us are in for the good".

Modravé stands quickly, leaving Cove dumbfounded.

Modravé, very brashly, removes his own clothing. Cove's eyes widen and cheeks redden when he catches sight of Modravé's large member dangling like a bell chime between his legs.

Modravé smirks and steps into the bath, his legs brushing against Cove's underneath the water. "Come", Modravé opens his arms and motions for Cove to slip between them.

"No. I am okay here".

Modravé laughs. "Very well, then".

Cove's back bangs the edge of the bath when a foot is brushing against his cock. "M-Modravé!" Cove shouts, standing up.

Modravé quickly leans up, grabbing onto Cove's arm before pulling him down onto his chest. Now, Cove's chest is right against Modravé's, but Modravé's cock is pressed against his stomach.

"Oh my God", Cove shudders.

Modravé pulls him up and both their cocks are soon aligned. "Modravé!" Cove shouts again. "Shh, darling, shh. Let me soothe your mind, yes?"

"Nothing of mine needs soothing!"

Modravé ignores Cove, using one of his arms to hold him down harshly against his chest because of his constant struggling. With his other arm, he runs his hand down Cove's back softly, until he has one of Cove's butt cheeks cupped firmly in his hand.

"Stop! Don't touch me there, please!"

"Are you a virgin, Cove?" Modravé whispers hotly against his ear.

Cove stops struggling and is silent.

"You're not a virgin, are you?"

 A little sob leaves Cove's mouth.

Modravé slaps Cove's butt cheek.

"No", he shouts out in return.

Modravé chuckles. "Wow. You act like the son of a fuckin' angel, but really... you've been fucking by enough cocks for a calling to hell, haven't you?!"

"I-It's not like that", Cove sobs, holding hard onto Modravé's bicep. The humiliation tormenting.

"Then what is it like, huh? Tell me, doll, how have you been fucked?"

"O-only a c-couple times!"

"By who? Same guy, yeah?"

"N-no".

Modravé slips a finger into Cove.

"Ah!!" Cove shouts. "I- I Oh my God", he whines.

"Fucking hell, doll. You're loving this, aren't you?"

"No!" Cove sobs, shaking his head. But the pleasure ... the pleasure of Modravé's monster finger is hitting him in all the crevices of his body ... it feels so good.

Modravé makes is two fingers.

Then three.

Now, four.

Harsh panting from Cove is fanning against Modravé's ear as he quickly moves four of his fingers into Cove. The water as found it's way to the floor, an all the bubbles from before are nearly fizzed out.

The sound of the squelch of Modravé's fingers moving inside Cove's hole is just too much.

"Such a dirty, dirty boy, huh?"

"Yeah..." Cove whispers, turned on.

"Taking four of my fingers so fucking well. " he stops moving them but shoves them all the way in so that he's at the knuckle. Cove lets out a broken whine.

"O-Oh".

"Move on them... fuck yourself into them, doll."

"Oh... oh yeah", Cove moans, moving his body back so the fingers move inside of him. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah", he moans loudly.

"When are you going to cum, baby? When are you going to come for me?"

Everything is so overwhelming for Cove. All the erotic noises falling out of both of their mouths and the squelching sound coming from his hole; the tight arm wrapped around Cove that's making his feel so secure and safe; and the filthy, sinful words begin whispered into his ear like the devil is sat on his shoulders.

A loud, splitting whine leaves Cove's lips, and before he knows it thick, while spurts of cum shoot into the water. He body stiffens before going completely lax.

He shudders a few times and his eyelids droop.

The last thing he recalls are fingers being pulled out of his ass, and soon he's out like a light.

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HAPPY CHRISTMAS.

HERE'S MY PRESENT TO YOUUUU A NICE SEX SCENE IN THE BATH.