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Richard had always been adored by many around the manor due to his stunning appearance. He also had an outgoing charismatic persona, which only fueled this parasocial admiration. Although half of the manor had already fallen for Richard, there were few that hadn’t fallen for his performative acts, one of these people being the gravekeeper, Andrew Kreiss. Andrew had always kept to himself, never bothering to make conversations with the other participants. This ultimately led to him becoming an outcast in the manor, as if his unusual features weren't enough to set him apart from the other manor inhabitants. Andrew didn't grow up in the same fortunate environment as Richard did, resulting in a drastic difference of knowledge of how to keep conversation.
Andrew's anxious personality, along with his albinism, caught Richard's attention, but it was practically impossible to interact with Andrew. This was mainly due to Andrew shutting anyone out anyone who tried to befriend him. Richard did not necessarily pay too much attention to this at first. Andrew had little interest in forming intimate relationships, whether platonic or romantic. He was alone time after time and had shown resentment towards the mere idea of forming intimacy with another person. That's what Richard had thought at least. What finally pushed him to intervene was Andrew showing interest in another survivor.
The survivor in question was Luca Balsa, the prisoner. Richard had no serious issue with Luca prior to this, he was just another random who had managed to escape Richard’s grasp. Now, Luca was trying to get Richard to share Andrew.
Andrew has had relations with the prisoner before, though strictly platonic. However, this had recently changed when Luca had announced his break up with his boyfriend, Alva. Luca, desperate for the same affection Alva had given him, had sought the same comfort in his once distant friend, Andrew.
This infuriated Richard. After all, he was beloved by everyone. Richard couldn't reason why Andrew would choose to befriend luca instead of him. It wasn't just the attention at this point, Richard had always been deeply admired everywhere, this was just the first time the admiration shifted elsewhere. Yet the two continued chatting gradually more causally between matches, even escalating to going out together.
Richard felt betrayed that Andrew would choose another survivor over him. Eventually after many sleepless nights, this bothered him so much to the point he felt obligated to win Andrew back and keep him to himself. His confidence pushed him even farther, planning to get close to him over at his dorm. He decided to ask him out the day that he shared multiple matches with Andrew.
Once Friday came by, Richard took any sort of opening to catch up to Andrew to invite him over, forcing both of them to be alone together. After many failed attempts, he had managed to catch up to Andrew at the gate while the Doctor was kiting and Enchantress was on chair.
“Hello, Andrew” Richard started enthusiastically, approaching Andrew from behind.
Andrew slightly jumped at his voice, startled. He glared at Richard, a moment of silence passing.
"A response would be nice… I was wondering if you could pass by my dorm tonight after our games? I need to talk to you."
"Is it so important that I need to? Otherwise I wouldn't understand why you would need me." Andrew replied softly, though enough to be heard.
"I would greatly appreciate it if you passed by." Andrew sighed in response, reluctantly agreeing to Richard's "important discussion".
Hours later, Richard finds the grave keeper standing awkwardly at his door, waiting to be invited in.
"Andrew, come in! Please don't be so anxious."
"Sorry... I don't mean to be." Andrew let himself in, instantly hit with the almost intoxicating aroma of fresh flowers throughout his house. Richard sat on his bed and gestured to Andrew to do the same. Andrew followed and sat down at a distance, way farther than Richard had intended.
"So, Andrew, I've noticed you've been awfully close with Luca, haven't you? Are you two in a relationship?"
Andrew gave Richard an anxious expression, "I'm sorry? Mr. Sterling, what is this about? I've been more frequently participating at the church repenting for my sins, whatever you're implying is not true."
Richard gave him a blank expression before he responded, "I'm just trying to assess this situation, no need for hostility. May I ask what are you even repenting of, if you haven't done anything?"
"It is a sin to like the same gender, a man cannot be with a man. You would know if you actually cared about the sins you often surround yourself with."
Richard sighed obnoxiously, "You’re already halfway there, why do you feel the need to believe in a god who only puts you down for your sexuality?"
Andrew was obviously getting more and more fed up. " I'm not anything but the sexuality god had intended for me. For a man like you, you say the most unnecessary things."
Richard just responded with a smile, his same annoying smile, irritating Andrew further.
"Would that be it, Mr. Sterling? I'd rather leave now if that's all you needed."
Suddenly, Richard threw himself on top of Andrew, forcing him down by his wrists.
"I'm so tired of guessing what's your issue with me, why the hell are you avoiding me? Why don't you want anything to do with me? Did someone tell you something?"
As he laid there beneath him, frozen, Andrew began to crack, small tears falling against his will.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, I promise I really didn't mean to, I'm sorry!" Andrew frantically mumbled, using all his force to attempt to escape Richard's grasp.
Although he was significantly less built than Andrew, he was able to pin his wrists down despite Andrew's desperate shuffling. Meanwhile Andrew was hysterically trying to break free, Richard subtly shifted his focus to his other hand, going through his bedside drawer. Richard took out a set of handcuffs, binding Andrew to his bed.
Finally letting go of Andrew's wrists, he began to grind himself onto the man beneath him, caressing Andrew's face with care. He watched as Andrew's hips were eventually squirming more and more desperately than before, trying to push him off. All of Andrew's efforts were put to waste due to the bulge that nudged Richard, seeing this as a justification of his previous actions, he moved his hands to Andrew's pants to take them off.
"Richard, please, please, please just stop it… I really don't have an issue with you, please just stop."
"If you really didn't want it you wouldn't be hard, if you really didn't want it, why isn't God coming to your rescue? You’re not making sense Andrew."
Richard continued to pull down Andrew's boxers, just enough to release his aching bulge. "You could do anything else to me, just please let me go." Andrew cried, still trying to control the emotions all hitting him at once. His dick was throbbing, begging for Richard's touch despite his uninviting words. Richard ignored all of Andrew's pleading, positioning himself on Andrew's dick, grinding against him again, still clothed.
"You're genuinely so pathetic Andrew.." Richard muttered softly, rubbing his now hard-on against Andrew's stomach. Andrew started sobbing, begging to be let go. Richard really couldn't help but feel aroused hearing his cries, Richard began to take off his own pants, leaving his shirt on. Andrew felt extreme guilt, enjoying the friction he was receiving, yet hating every single second of torment he was getting forced through. Richard lifted himself up and eased down on the man beneath him, letting out a soft moan. Richard kept a steady pace of going down onto Andrew and back up, feeling every single inch of him pulsating against his walls. Although he's still crying hysterically, Andrew inevitably bucked his hips forward, deeper into Richard. His body betrayed his own words, becoming the embodiment of what he was against.
“Richard— stop, I-I'm almost there, please.. I can't come to another man."
“it's almost like you were meant to fit in me. Tell me you'll stay and I'll stop, otherwise I'll just keep going."
As Andrew came closer to his climax, he only could get out huffs and broken moans. He thrusted his hips forward, finally leaving his load inside of Richard
The next morning, Richard had walked through the halls of the manor as if absolutely nothing had happened the night before. Nothing had changed in his behavior, not a single ounce of remorse. Andrew acknowledged this, and whenever Richard would catch Andrew staring, he'd always give that cocky grin that everyone adored.
Except for him.