In lieu of a full chapter this week (please see the previous post for reasons why I’m unable to give you that) I still wanted to put something up for you. Having dug around in my writing folder for this specific story, I found this small scene that I wrote originally for around about where the story is now, but didn’t actually put into any chapter.
WARNING: This scene deals with what some might term ‘bathroom kink’, but in fact there is no actual kink in it. Rather, it was intended to show just how much control Valois wanted over Gunther (what he terms “caring for all of your needs”), and how deep Gunther had gone into submission without realising it. So, before going into this, be aware that there’s toilet stuff behind the cut (however, most of it is intimated and there is no graphic description. At the point where you might consider hitting the back button, trust me: there’s a fade-to-black, okay? *g*).
So, all that said, please bear in mind the following:
- This can be regarded as canon for the story. I pulled it mainly because I suspected that it might be a step too far for the casual reader. The hardcore tormented!Gunther-lovers can decide to read it, while the ones who don’t care as much for that can decide to skip this bit. You don’t need to read this if you don’t want to; the story canon is fine without it.
- This scene is NSFW
- It’s also un-illustrated.
Okay? Well then. Onward!
Gunther woke up to the sun streaming in through the bedroom window and Valois nowhere in sight. His lover’s side of the bed was neatly-made, and for a moment Gunther’s heart plummetted, until he heard the sound of running water and realised Valois was in the shower. At that, he snuggled back down again, burying his nose in Valois’s pillow and breathing deeply, before mentally shaking his head and laughing softly.
“You’re behaving like a lovestruck teenaged girl,” he whispered to himself, “but god, it feels so nice.”
The sound of the shower ceased, so he pushed the covers back and got up, making his side of the bed before he padded into the bathroom. Valois – towelling himself down – smiled at him.
“Good morning, mon cœur. Did you sleep well?”
“Like the proverbial log. I never sleep as well anywhere else, when you’re not with me.” Gunther flipped up the lid and seat of the toilet, but then hesitated as Valois moved swiftly up behind him. “Uh, did you need to go?”
“Non, but you clearly do.” Valois reached one hand around Gunther’s hip, taking hold of him intimately. “Go ahead,” he said softly.
Gunther squirmed inwardly. “Uh, I don’t think I can. Not with you doing… that.”
“Four glasses of wine last night, and a full night’s sleep on top of them?” Valois chuckled. “Oh, I think you can.”
“Valois… uh, isn’t this taking that ‘caring for my every need’ thing a bit too far?”
“Hush.” Valois’s other hand rested, cool and still-damp, on Gunther’s belly. Gentle-yet-insistent pressure from that hand made Gunther swallow and try to resist, but it was no use. Valois was right; they’d both drunk a bottle of wine between them, and he was bloody desperate. He closed his eyes, took a slow breath, and relaxed, trusting Valois to guide him.
When he’d finished he was hot all over, but shivering. Valois gently shook him off and flushed the toilet, putting both the seat and lid back down before turning Gunther to face him and holding him close.
“It is the most intimate thing that one person can do for another,” he whispered, his breath warm against Gunther’s ear. “And it is of the same intimacy for the one that it is done to. I do it to show you how much I care for you, and you will do it to show me how much you trust me, hm? But, the next time, I want your arms raised up and behind you, with your fingers gently locked together behind my neck.”
Weakly, Gunther nodded, then realised what he was agreeing to: complete submission. His head went up and he stared at Valois. “Will do it? Wait, I–”
“Every time.” Valois held his gaze, his own eyes clear and steady. “And if I am not present, you will call me. I can be with you in a matter of moments to do this for you.”
“What about at work?”
“Well, you have a private bathroom there, do you not?”
There was no answer to that, because yes, he did. Gunther nodded.
“Then it is agreed. And Gunther?”
“Yes?” he whispered.
“Naked. Every time.”
“What?! I can’t undress completely every time I need the bathroom!”
“Because… because…” There IS no ‘because’, is there, Gunther? There’s no actual reason WHY you can’t do it. You just don’t want to. But it felt… right. Oh god.
“Well… if I’m at work and in a meeting… it’ll take longer!” he tried, desperate to find some excuse.
“You forget, mon cœur, that I am able to suspend time for everyone but us.”
His head went down and he nodded, mumbling, “All right.” He wasn’t even going to ask about, well, the other, because it was embarrassing enough that Valois wanted to do this when Gunther took a pee, let alone–!
“Oh, and with regard to that ‘other’,” Valois said softly, as Gunther’s heart sank, “yes, you will call me for that, too.”
“Oh god,” Gunther moaned, his body starting to tremble violently as he tried to twist out of Valois’s shockingly-strong embrace. “I can’t! I can’t do that!”
Gently, but firmly, Valois pushed Gunther down until he was sitting on the closed toilet seat lid. Then, with one hand tucked beneath Gunther’s chin, he raised his face.
“This is the faith that you promised me,” he murmured. “The faith that I would know what you needed, that I would care for every part of you, that I would always be here when you felt overwhelmed. And this, right here, is how we will do that. You will sit, and do what needs to be done, while I hold your face like this and you look up into my eyes.”
Tears were now welling in Gunther’s eyes. “That’s not faith, or love. It’s humiliation!” he whimpered. “I can’t do it. I won’t!”
“I know, mon cœur. You are overwhelmed, because it feels so wrong to you.” Valois’s hand caressed Gunther’s chin, as he bent forward to ghost a tender kiss across Gunther’s lips. “Would it help you to trust me if I allowed you to do the same for me first?”
Gunther blinked. “You would? Uh, I mean, what? No! That’s… that’s just weird!”
“But I trust you enough to permit you to do it, and if you do it then you will feel that trust and understand it. Will you not at least try?”
“I… I don’t know!”
“Then stand, mon cœur, for whether you know or not, you are here for that anyway.”
Half an hour and one comforting shower later, after Valois had held him, kissed and caressed him, and washed him, Gunther curled up against his lover, still feeling stripped raw and turned inside out by what they’d both just done. Of course he’d given in, especially after Valois had shown him that trust himself. How could he not? He’d been so shaken apart by the love and trust in Valois’s eyes that he knew what had driven him to ask for that, and he’d been ashamed of denying it in return. Now, though, he felt incredibly vulnerable, and was grateful for Valois wrapping him up in a strong embrace on the bed.
“I am so proud of you, my beautiful boy,” Valois whispered. “You understand now, do you not?”
Gunther nodded, unable to find his voice anywhere in the tight knot that was his throat right now. Valois seemed content with that, holding him until he slowly fell into a fitful doze.