Chapter 14: The Indulgences Of A Scoundrel

 The Hidenburk Hotel, Verdicci, Sicily, Italy...(1665)

 Having finally returned home to Italy after being away for twelve long years, the now twenty-four-year-old Athan had still been given to his tendency to indulge for pleasure's sake much to the annoyance of his aged father Sergio Accardi, his studies abroad had been fruitful in teaching him the ways of the world and a vast array of language and customs but he had also returned with a renewed outlook on life that had been far from what his father and mother intended when he'd been sent out into the world. He had indulged in certain appetites that seemed to only increase the older he'd gotten and as a result, Athan had been less inclined to be as studious and diligent in his education as Sergio and Vincenzo had been. The younger Accardi had continued his indulgence in drink, food, and sex as much as possible when not entertaining his father's notion of business and respectable living. He had been long done with trying to live up to the impossible standards of his mother and wished only to see the world through the lens of what would bring him the most pleasure given the amount of pain he'd already been exposed to since his tumultuous youth. 

Sergio and Athan often clashed more often than not since the lad's return from studying abroad and it had not served to make their bond any stronger. In contrast, Sergio and Vincenzo had gotten closer in the wake of Athan's absence and he had appeared to have become the exemplary businessman and noble son. Everyone in Verdicci had nothing but good things to say about him and it only made Athan's resentment of his vile elder brother all the more embittered. He had known the truth about Vincenzo even when everyone else had been oblivious to it. No matter how many years had passed and no matter how much he endeared himself to their father, Athan had known all too well that their mother would have still been alive if Vincenzo had not murdered her that night at the old church. 

What made it all the more hurtful and embittering was that Vincenzo had elected to use Athan to do his bidding that night and the younger Accardi had no idea that killing the false priest had not been the only thing on Vincenzo's agenda so to speak. Athan had taken off and gone back home following the wolf in sheep's clothing whose twisted life coming to an end. He had seen the pool of thick crimson around the rotund bastard's body and watched as Vincenzo slit his throat and cut off the sick pervert's cock causing more blood to flow from his plump half-naked form as he bled out amid the hardwood flooring beneath them. He had even delighted in seeing it as much as the rather giddy Vincenzo had, his thick cock growing harder as he stood still slick from the false priest's saliva following his final act of suckling it before he'd been murdered. 

Not once during that awful night did he ever believe that Vincenzo had set his sights on their mother and what he had done to her had paled in comparison to their murder of the bastard of the cloth. 

Athan had been unable to escape his level of responsibility in his mother's death and as such he could never live up to being the son she had desired him to be. He leaned very heavily into the ways of vice and sexual gratification and as a result, it caused him to clash with his beloved father who had only been more worried about him and how he'd turn out without his dear mother in his life to help guide him in his upbringing. 

At the present, Athan had been lurking outside his most frequently used hotel room since his return to Verdicci. It had been a less traditional establishment given to tourists and as such the perfect place for Athan's indulgences given the fact that he had no chance of running into his very traditional father or his father's well-known colleagues who would report his actions back to him. The handsome and relatively charming younger Accardi had made his way to this place with the intention of meeting with his most recent boytoy, Emiliano Gardosi, a young handsome blond lad whom Athan had previously been acquainted with upon his return home. 

Athan had been so preoccupied with his meeting with Emiliano that he had not taken notice of the handsome and bearded young lad of sixteen years of age who had followed him to this place hoping to be finally granted an audience with the younger Accardi after twelve long years of waiting. 

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The Hall, The Hidenburk Hotel, Verdicci, Sicily, Italy...(1665)

The almost sad eyes of one, Edmond Rupert Reeves had been fixated upon the retreating form of one Athan Accardi as he followed him to the expensive-looking hotel and through the vast corridors. He had waited long enough in his mind for Athan to come to him after twelve long years of waiting for his return. Edmond had been Athan's best friend and had secretly harbored feelings for the handsome Italian noble ever since he'd known what it was like to feel something so deeply for another person. They had met when Athan was but twelve himself and Edmond was only a mere boy then. The two of them were inseparable until the day Athan's mother had been killed. The older boy began to withdraw from the world and Edmond alike in the wake of the tragic circumstances. 

Circumstances that had only been made worse by Edmond who had been barely exploring his feelings and sexuality as Athan had grown quite the handsome young man. He'd been about fifteen them and a rather heartsick Edmond only eleven when he had gotten the bright idea to show Athan just how he had begun to feel about him. Try as he might, Edmond had not been able to ignore his attraction to Athan even at his young age. He had hoped to convince his handsome best friend that he'd been sincere and had been willing to wait for him if he needed to due to how much he had been in love with him. 

All of his careful planning and timing had been thrown out the window when Athan announced that his father was sending him abroad to study at a university in England. A cruel joke if ever there was one to be had as far as the heartsick Edmond had been concerned. Desperate and terrified of losing Athan, he had done the unthinkable following a sleepover at The Accardi Estate. 

Athan had been asleep much as usual and Edmond was not only curious but desperate to show his affection to the man he loved. He had not known what made him so bold and presumptuous at the time, but he had been so sure that he could get Athan to fall in love with him. His bold desperation had led him to suckle the sleeping Athan's cock and it had been going quite well as Athan groaned in his sleep and ran his fingers through Edmond's hair in approval until he filled his mouth with his hot seed and awakened as a result only to find Edmond on the other end of his appendage and promptly pulled out of his mouth and slapped him across the face. 

While the blow had stung and the humiliation had been even worse, Edmond had not regretted what he'd done, but a then furious Athan wouldn't hear any of it yelling at him for being too young and stupid enough to ruin himself in such a manner. He had never seen Athan so furious and it had been the last time he'd seen him since he'd gone off to study abroad, possibly grateful to never have to lay eyes on Edmond again. 

A new sixteen-year-old Edmond had been far from the curious and humiliated boy he'd been during that time and had actively sought out Athan to have it out once and for all, it had been the reason he'd followed any news about his return and tailed him to this hotel knowing that there would be no more running between them. The rather nervous lad gathered himself as he stood before the door he had watched Athan enter when he first arrived. 

Room number 3. 

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Suite Number 3, The Hidenburk Hotel, Verdicci, Sicily, Italy...(1665)

 The telltale sound of slick flesh slapping against slick flesh had filled the bedroom as Athan Accardi found himself mounting the poised pale bare arse of his latest conquest in the form of Emiliano Gardosi whom he had come to bed quite often since their first encounter when the bold blond lad had approached him outside a pub. Athan had enjoyed stuffing the whimpering lad with his massive cock and seeing his shapely pale arse jiggle in the wake of it. Both had been quite drenched with sweat and worked up quite a bit in the wake of their meeting in the lavish hotel. Of course, Athan had not been interested in Emiliano for the sake of being with him alone, as he had often reminded Athan of Byron Mills from University some years back. It had been enough to get Athan's interest and to indulge his distant memories of more pleasant times as he took the moaning blond over and over again listening to him moan as he forcefully gripped the bedding beneath them. 

The sound of bare flesh slapping against bare flesh filled the hotel room as Athan continued to thrust his pelvis into the arched pale bare arse of Emiliano Gardosi savoring every clench of the younger blond lad's body along his thick cock as he groaned desperate for release in the wake of the heaviness of his testicles and the thrill of their rushed coupling coming to an end. He had finally had his fill of the handsome young blond lad's tight pale arse when a knock on the door had gotten their collective attention. Unable to hold back, Athan had released deep into Emiliano's rectum and collapsed onto him before pulling out and catching his wayward breath. 

Annoyed by the disturbance and when he'd finally gotten some feeling back in his legs, Emiliano had slipped out of bed and answered the door still naked and making little to no effort to hide it as his pale cock swung between his thin pasty thighs amid each of his steps. He opened the door to find himself face to face with none other than Edmond Reeves whom he had disliked a good deal given their history at school. 

"What are you doing here Edmond?" growled Emiliano in annoyance. 

"Looking for Athan," growled Edmond annoyed in kind. "Is he in?"

Athan had motioned for Emiliano to take his leave as Edmond stepped inside. The annoyed blond rolled his eyes and gathered his clothes, putting them back on as he muttered less than savory remarks about his interruption due to Edmond and how he still hated him even more now that he'd been in his presence. Edmond ignored him and waited until he had left slamming the door behind him before turning his attention to a naked and rather comfortable-looking Athan Accardi for the first time in twelve long years. 

"You're looking well," said Edmond rather nervously. 

He had thought this out many times but the reality only made it all the more difficult. 

"And you have grown." replied a seemingly curious Athan in English getting Edmond's undivided attention. 

He slipped out of the bed, letting the crisp white sheet fall off his naked and well-toned body as he approached the still-nervous Edmond. 

"So you've come to see me at last," he said, his voice dripping with charm and longing unstated. 

Edmond nodded feeling himself become aroused at the sight of Athan's massive cock, still dripping from his latest release. 

"At least now you are old enough for me to fuck you," said Athan catching Edmond off guard. 

He had been much too busy trying to make sense of Athan's words before the older man had been upon him, crushing his lips into his like ships wrecked at sea. Edmond had barely any time to catch his breath before he felt Athan's smooth hands move along his fully clothed body. Try as he might to attempt to protest it, he'd been like putty in Athan's skillful hands and melted against his best friend's naked sweat slick body in the wake of another heated kiss.