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The following is a Slayers fanfic set sometime soon after
the Kouma War. It's is a lemon/hentai fic. There are very brutal scenes
and situations in it, but I promise it turns out all right in the end.
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Plea Bargain
by Irk
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"...So what are you?" Gaav lifted Xelloss' head by the hair,
coaxing the mazoku to look up. "A traitor?"
Xelloss' eyes didn't meet Gaav's. His gaze stayed low, fixated on the
floor. He hadn't moved much after he was caught, letting the master of
this place curse him or carry him or beat him. He didn't speak out of
turn. He didn't struggle or try to escape from his cage. He behaved.
"Whatever you want." His voice was so smooth. He was calm,
because he was very, very afraid. He behaved. "Whatever you want me
to be, Master Gaav." He wasn't going to die. He wasn't going to-
Gaav chuckled. "Oh, Xelloss. You really don't want that. Believe
me..." He wound his hand around the priest's neck, fingers sliding
against dry hair with a crackle. "...that's the last thing you want
to be right now, Xelloss."
The boy swallowed, forcing himself not to squirm as Gaav rubbed his middle
finger against Xelloss' adam's apple. "Nevertheless, that's what I
am, Master Gaav." He shut his eyes as Gaav's breath quickened.
"That's what I'm here for."
The Chaos Dragon idly brushed a finger down Xelloss' neck. "I
see." He looked over his captive. Xelloss was lying chest-down,
almost turned to the side but not quite. His arms and legs were limp,
though not from anything Gaav had done. The lesser mazoku hadn't fought
him after he was attacked. He had dropped to the ground, not even reacting
when Gaav kicked him. After Gaav had dropped him here in this 'cage',
Xelloss hadn't moved at all. He simply lay on the raised stone surface,
waiting. The subtle flicker around the table gave away its true purpose.
If he had tried to escape, the wards would have stunned him and dropped
him back to the surface. Gaav was unaffected by them, of course. He could
freely move in and out of it, while Xelloss was trapped. It was an
exquisite cage.
...But Gaav was beginning to suspect that for some reason, he didn't need
it. "What you're here for? Really? Were you ordered to come here,
then?" His fingernails scratched against Xelloss' cheek
ever-so-slightly. "Do they think you'll convince me to give myself
up, or lead me into some sort of trap?" He paused, a new idea
bringing a wicked grin to his face. "Or were you sent here as an
offering to appease me?" He laughed. "Are they giving up their
own kind, just for me? I could see them feeding a maiden to the
dragon." His fingers slid around Xelloss' chin, gripping tightly.
There would be no looking away from Chaos Dragon King Gaav. "So? Is
it true? Or is the answer even more provocative?"
The priest did not respond immediately. His eyes, though locked between
Gaav's twin emeralds, wandered into the invisible corridors between dust
and spirit. His chest rose and fell steadily as an occasional twitch
revealed the aches in Xelloss' body. What could have been an answer became
a marriage between whisper and moan. He slowly blinked, pulling some sense
back into his mouth. "I'm yours. I've been given to you in offer of a
deal. Whether you accept or refuse to take part in the deal, keep me. Please
keep me." Xelloss tried to stop it, but a shiver went through his
entire body. "Zelas wants me sent away from her if you don't take up
the offer."
"O-ho. Zelas has extended an offer to me? Rebellious,
half-blooded Gaav? How gracious of her." Gaav propped his chin on his
fist. "What could she possibly demand of me..." his other hand
stroked Xelloss' head, fingers running through the short purple hair.
"...that would make a servant such as yourself worth giving up?"
Xelloss' eyes locked with Gaav's, unabashed and pleading. Wide and deep,
Xelloss' gaze gave away something to the Lord, told him secrets that
Xelloss usually kept so easily. Gaav almost flinched. "Please come
back to Zelas. She'll give you all of her support. With you two united,
perhaps others could join, and Dynast and Fi-Fibrizo wouldn't-"
"Wouldn't murder me, is what you're going to say?" Gaav's gaze
was stone now. "Forget it. Zelas can't protect me from them, so why
should I-" Gaav did a double-take. Something in his words had made
the priest react. "What did I say?" He wouldn't normally care
about Xelloss' feelings in a situation such as this, but the twist in
Xelloss' face while he spoke was more than just a flinch. There was a
history in it, echoes of the hidden secrets in his eyes...secrets that
weren't there before Gaav had been made half-human, and rebelled. Before
he left Zelas and her and Xelloss' love.
Xelloss tried to curl up as whatever secrets were inside him began to make
him shake. It wasn't a constant shiver so much as all of the muscles in
his body seizing up together and relaxing to no rythym or heartbeat. The
pulse hit him randomly, blinding him as it came and went. "I-it's
just what you sa-said...Zelas c-can't protect m-me from them. She couldn't
after you left. She can't...she couldn't...I couldn't..." The spasms
came too rapidly for Xelloss to speak now. He just huddled against them
and cried.
Gaav watched silently, letting the sobs rip through Xelloss as he wondered
at how much the boy had changed. He had thought that the hesitation, the
somberness, the way he yeilded to Gaav's orders and touch were just an
act. But he was beginning to realize with dawning comprehension that
Xelloss wasn't acting broken. He was broken.
Not broken by circumstance or tragedy. Broken intentionally, for the
fun of it. Gaav mused to himself on Xelloss' condition. And then
there's Zelas sending him away if I'm not there to protect him. But I
didn't think...well, at least Dynast wouldn't go that far, and he usually
keeps Fibrizo in check...but why should Xelloss have to be their toy at
all?! Why...was Zelas really that weak? "...Your hair."
Xelloss sobbed harder.
He'll rip himself in half doing that. Gaav sighed, cancelling the
ward with a flick of his wrist. Gingerly he picked up Xelloss' body,
holding him close. The boy was shaking so hard that he was afraid he would
drop him. "It's okay. I like the cut. It looks good on you."
Talking to fill the silence more than comfort his guest. He knew better
than to think words like that would matter to Xelloss in his current
state. He walked, keeping his eyes on the boy. It had been a long time. He
had...he had missed him. And Zelas. He really didn't want to admit it, but
he did.
"Here we are." Gaav approached his bed and lay Xelloss down on
it. He considered pulling the blankets over him, but despite the
possibility that they might comfort the boy, Gaav decided against it. He
wanted all of Xelloss' hands and arms where he could see them. Xelloss was
too unstable right now. And honestly, Gaav didn't want him sleeping now.
He wanted answers. At least the sobs were quieting as Xelloss calmed down.
Gaav tentatively put a hand out and stroked Xelloss' cheek. He smiled as
the boy leaned into his palm. The affection was still there. Good.
"Maybe I might take Zelas up on her deal." A faint shadow of
hope rippled over Xelloss' face, and Gaav actually felt guilty. "But
I need to know what has happened in my absence."
Xelloss' breath caught in his throat. "I...I can tell you what they
did. I can't...I can't remember it all..."
"You don't have to, Xelloss. Why did Zelas let them take you?" I
probably can't make him tell me what I want to know without hearing things
I don't. But still...I can try...
"Th-there wasn't much of a choice. Fi-Fibrizo could easy kill her on
his own anyways, what would it take to snuff my life out like a candle's
flame? She gave me to them rather than let me die or be taken anyways, and
punished for her refusals. They wouldn't have dared it when you were
there, but now they can take me, and play with me..." Another shiver.
Gaav wrapped his coat around Xelloss shoulders. "They promised that
they wouldn't hurt me. Dynast, to his credit, wasn't lying. Zelas thought
that was enough, that since since they always played together, Fi-Fibrizo
wouldn't try anything that Dynast wouldn't agree to. She...she really did
hope that I would still be safe."
"Fibrizo convinced Dynast to play his games, then?" Gaav didn't
want to know, but he knew he would hear it anyways. Might as well make it
quick and direct.
"H-he d-didn't...he didn't have to. He just convinced Dynast that
they should take turns with me instead of playing together. Dynast took me
for a month, then Fi-Fibrizo would have his month, and then Dynast, and
back and forth..."
Oh, shit. "For how long?"
"A year. It lasted a year."
Gaav knew. He knew he would have to hear it. "...What did they
do?"
Xelloss closed his eyes and began to speak for a very long time.
* * *
He forced himself to stand straight, to not let the fear in his heart show
on his face. Zelas was beside him, but not close enough that Xelloss could
feel safe because of her presence. Really, Xelloss would only feel safe if
he were behind Zelas, and possibly invisible.
Dynast and Fibrizo were ahead of him, looking at him, and all he wanted to
do was run.
He forced himself not to. He must be a credit to his mistress' training
and honor. He must be well-behaved. And just as she did not show fear, he
would not.
Dynast had a few words with Zelas. Bargaining, or more likely the usual
words of flattery that always laced his speech. The king had a quick
tongue. In fact, Xelloss knew just how quick that tongue literally was.
The thought almost made him lose his composure. But any more musing along
that line was cut off by the sight of Fibrizo. That was who Xelloss was
looking at. After all, it wasn't Dynast he had to worry about.
They had discussed it as they played with Xelloss only a night ago. Dynast
thought a few days was too short a time for their fun, and after such a
long war, surely Zelas had nothing important for Xelloss to do? He could
be put to better uses right now.
Fibrizo agreed, though it took him some time to convey this. His mouth was
busy at Xelloss' neck. His ministrations were very arousing for Dynast to
watch, especially when Xelloss had such exquisite reactions to what he
did. He was so sexy when he squirmed. Of course, Dynast didn't know that
the reason the boy was squirming was that Fibrizo's teeth were digging
into his skin much farther than the king would have liked. But Fibrizo's
lips were closed over that little detail, and his tongue was very swift at
cleaning the blood away. After a few more squirms, Fibrizo was satisfied.
He healed the priest's neck and then pulled away.
"We can have him for however long we want, of course." He smiled
down at Xelloss. "But I think we should take turns. After all, we
both, being in such high positions, have many duties to attend to. It
would be difficult to manage our tasks in such a way that we would both
have time to play with him together, especially over an extended time. But
if he stayed with one of us, he could be useful when he wasn't...otherwise
engaged."
Dynast frowned. Fibrizo had quite a few good points, but...he liked doing
this together. He liked watching Fibrizo toy with Xelloss. He liked
watching Xelloss attend to Fibrizo's needs. And Fibrizo was so good at
making Xelloss move in interesting ways. If he had Xelloss alone, he
wouldn't be able to watch anymore, and he'd have to think of alluring
things on his own. And he wasn't good at that.
But he did not by any means want to admit any of that. "You're right.
That sounds like an excellent idea."
Fibrizo's smile widened as his eyes still pierced into Xelloss'. "I
know." The boy paled just a little. Good. Fibrizo liked that Xelloss
knew what was in store for him. The fear and dread would only add to the
lord's delight. His voice dropped to a whisper, and his gaze became loving
and sinister. "He's ready for more. Do you want to take him, or
should I?"
Dynast swallowed, his mouth strangely dry. "I'll watch."
What followed wasn't pleasant or painful. It was just something for
Xelloss to endure, much like standing here, next to Zelas, listening to
his death sentence ring out in Dynast's honeyed tones.
Fibrizo only looked at Xelloss, his smile widening.
* * *
Xelloss lay on his stomach and kept still and silent. It was so hard.
Everytime Fibrizo touched him he could barely control his muscles. The
lord's hands slid down his arms, long fingers reaching around them,
squeezing, nails exploring the skin where it was softest. Xelloss could
barely resist the whimper in his throat. Fibrizo made his skin crawl
whenever he touched him. He wanted to run away and hide. He knew it
wouldn't be long before he tried that again. He couldn't control himself.
He was so scared. But he must keep still and silent. Fibrizo sometimes
found his retreats and whimpers amusing, but now they would only anger
him. Xelloss just had to last through this. He had to.
Fibrizo caressed Xelloss' arms a little more, then finally squeezed his
wrists and forced them above his head. He let go, and Xelloss obediently
kept his hands just where Fibrizo wanted them. The lord's attention
shifted focus. "Xelloss, your hair. It's a thing of beauty." He
slid his fingers down, brushing through the entire length of Xelloss'
hair. The dark purple mane reached all the way to the boy's calves.
Fibrizo's fingers plunged into it, squeezing silk hunks of it against his
palms, relishing the cold feel of the hair as it slid against his skin. He
rubbed his cheek against it, resting his head on Xelloss' back, reaching
up to stroke along Xelloss' ribs. "You're so soft, Xelloss. Your
skin, your hair...so beautiful." He ran his fingers through the heavy
mass. "So...beautiful..."
Xelloss almost didn't realize what was happening as Fibrizo tugged a thick
cable of hair and pulled it upwards, dragging it along his skin. His
energy was completely focused on banishing the almost maddenning urge to
shiver as the cool, thin strands whispered against him. All he knew was
that all of a sudden his wrists were tied together in loops of his own
hair. As the true meaning of Fibrizo's actions finally dawned on him, the
lord slowly pulled the cables of hair. They tightened around Xelloss'
wrists, drawing them against the base of his neck. Fibrizo cinched the
knots with a final, cruel tug that made Xelloss shriek so loud that pain
stabbed through his throat.
Fibrizo smiled at the sound of it. "So beautiful." His hands
slid over Xelloss' wrapped wrists, rubbing against the cool dark strands,
squeezing to test his knots. Xelloss couldn't supress a whimper. The
Lord's fingers gracefully drifted lower, brushing the base of the boy's
neck. Fibrizo pressed his fingers to the knob at the base of Xelloss'
neck, fingers curling into the soft skin, and in a swift downward motion
his fingernails scratched all the way down to the base of the boy's spine.
This yielded a set of long red stripes from the skin and a ragged gasp
from Xelloss' mouth.
Fibrizo tsked at the priest's sensitivity. He hadn't even drawn blood.
Perhaps the boy didn't understand how nice he was being. Keeping his
fingernails curled against Xelloss' skin, Fibrizo slid his hands outwards,
scratching harder around Xelloss' waist, just above his hips. When his
palms rested on the bumps of Xelloss' hipbones, Fibrizo stopped clawing
into his skin and spread his fingers out. Now he was holding Xelloss
against him, his hands pressing against the priest's stomach. He rested
his cheek against the back of Xelloss' neck, hearing the boy breathe
softly, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat through his throat, his back,
his belly. The breathing was jerky and slow, the pulse frantic, rapid.
Fibrizo could practically feel the boy's thoughts through his skin.
"Shhh. It's alright." Fibrizo's lips stroked Xelloss' neck with
every word. "It's alright to be afraid."
A cry escaped Xelloss, short and high. The sound was just what Fibrizo had
been lying in wait for. He pulled Xelloss up against him, wrapping his
arms around the boy's waist, his hands reaching up to the boy's ribs. Here
his fingernails dug back into Xelloss' skin, scraping down and then up,
drawing thin lines of blood now. Now Xelloss let out his first screams.
Fibrizo felt them before he heard them. Xelloss' back was pressed tight
against the lord's chest, and the screams vibrated right through them
both. Fibrizo closed his eyes and smiled, biting his lip as his loins grew
warmer, his fingers growing wet and sticky with blood as they continued to
scrape against Xelloss' ribs. He rubbed his cheek against Xelloss' back,
shuddering with pleasure as he felt the boy tremble. Finally, he ripped
himself away from the boy, turned Xelloss over and onto his back, and
straddled the priest's waist.
There were few places left on Xelloss' chest that weren't bleeding.
Fibrizo's hands slid to Xelloss' sides, slowly scratching bloody trails
down from below his armpits to the tops of the boy's hips. Another scream
erupted from Xelloss, this one longer, and because he was facing upward
now, louder.
Fibrizo hissed through his teeth with the sound, savoring it. His
fingernails dug deeper now, traveling much more slowly. The blood flowed
in shallow ribbons. Xelloss' chest and sides were striped in red, and it
was beautiful. Fibrizo leaned down to taste him. His tongue slid in a long
trail across Xelloss' chest until it found a nipple. Fibrizo stopped to
tease it, and as his teeth closed around the tiny ball of flesh, Xelloss
finally began to struggle.
This time the scream that came from Xelloss was almost a wail. Bound as he
was, any struggle from Xelloss brought repercussions. Pain stabbed into
him as he inadvertently pulled his own hair. Fibrizo had tied his knots
carefully, weaving the ropes from many differrent areas of Xelloss' scalp.
His whole head was affected when he struggled. Even a twitch of his wrists
hurt. Tears crept down Xelloss' cheeks, surprisingly late considering how
much Fibrizo had already done to him. The Mazoku Lord only smiled and bit
harder. Xelloss couldn't help his body's reaction. He couldn't stop the
instinctual struggle. He could only lie there and scream as Fibrizo ground
his teeth around his flesh.
Fibrizo laughed around the coppery taste in his mouth. The nipple between
his teeth was ragged and bloody now. Xelloss only flailed more, his
struggles becoming more desparate and more painful. Fibrizo let the bit of
flesh escape his teeth, licking it slowly with insincere apology. With
that warm, aching sensation, Xelloss lost reason. His screams came out
practically on top of each other, and his struggles grew wild.
With that, Fibrizo climbed away from Xelloss. This was what he had been
waiting for. He caressed Xelloss' legs, his thighs. He leaned down and bit
into Xelloss' hip until he drew blood, for no reason at all. He kissed the
boy at his belly button, dragging his tongue down along his groin,
trailing saliva down his penis. It was still soft, utterly soft. Fibrizo
took it into his mouth and sucked it, knowing that it wouln't respond.
That was okay. Fibrizo didn't want Xelloss to get hard. He didn't want
Xelloss to enjoy anything at all. He only wanted this in his mouth so he
could bite it.
He dug his teeth in, and Xelloss' scream was so long and ragged that he
lost his voice from it.
The struggles hadn't ceased. Xelloss couldn't stop himself. He was beyond
any sort of control. Fibrizo let the boy's penis go, in his infinite mercy
not drawing any blood. He sat up, reached under Xelloss' legs, pulled the
boy's hips upwards and forward, and sank his erection right into him.
There was a scream now as well, but it had no melody to it. There was only
the shudder of air through Xelloss' chest and the hiss of it in his
throat. Fibrizo made a guttural sound that was something like a moan. It
was smug and very, very pleased.
Xelloss still struggled as Fibrizo ground in and out, struggled even more
wildly than before. The lord shuddered with pleasure as Xelloss arched his
back in pain just as he sank into him again. He almost lost his grip on
Xelloss as he rammed into the boy harder, his movements more urgent now.
The lord pushed Xelloss down into the bed, bruising the already-bleeding
skin. His thrusts were hard now, brutal enough to steal ragged, voiceless
screams from Xelloss every time he entered him. Fibrizo moaned with each
stroke, his voice compensating for Xelloss' silence. Xelloss was so soft
inside here. Fibrizo could feel every shudder, every jerk and breath. He
could feel every bit of pain in Xelloss. He could feel the struggles so
well from here. Fibrizo opened his mouth, looked up at Xelloss to tell the
boy something. But the sight of blood on his neck wiped all words from
Fibrizo's mind. Xelloss' wrists were bleeding from the struggle. The hair
had cut into them, rubbed against them so much that the skin had chafed.
With that, Fibrizo shuddered hard into Xelloss, warmth spilling from his
groin.
...
The first thing that made Xelloss realize he was awake was the sound of
his own voice. The fact that his voice had a sound. The squeak he
had let out was at the usual higher pitch that he spoke in, but it had a
rusty quality to it, broken, serrated. He had made a sound, with his
half-voice.
The squeak had been a reaction to touch. Fingers had touched him. Had
touched his hair.
Fibrizo was touching his hair.
Back to staying quiet, back to forcing himself into silence...he couldn't
make a sound now. He must be still, obedient...he mustn't cry out. But as
Fibrizo's fingers stroked his hair, stroked his beautiful, blood-stained,
mistreated hair, Xelloss yelped again, his voice sounding like a bell made
of broken glass.
"Shh...no need to fear, beautiful." Fibrizo stroked a hand down
the back of Xelloss' neck, soothing him. At least, the intent was to
soothe. No touch from Fibrizo would ever calm Xelloss again.
For a moment, Xelloss almost thought he had dreamed the entire terrifying
encounter. He was right back where it had all began - lying face-down,
naked, quiet. The cuts and rips in his skin were all gone, along with the
pain they had caused. But the sharp pain in his head still came every time
Fibrizo's fingers played too roughly with his hair. His wrists were still
at the nape of his neck, still bound...still bloody, though thankfully not
bleeding.
...All of him was still bloody.
"You're so beautiful..." Fibrizo continued to croon to him,
running his fingers through dark cords of hair. "This hair is so
beautiful. So soft, like silk. So long and dark and healthy." A
single finger stroked the top of the priest's bound wrist. "So sleek
and strong, and so useful. Your hair is amazing, Xelloss. No other hair
would be so resistant to pulling, could be styled so tightly in knots,
would look so striking when held against pale skin. And look-" He
slowly pulled a thin lock out of the bands that tied his wrists. "So
silky that styling is easily undone. Quickly, if I wanted it done that
way. Easy regardless." Another lock was tugged free, slowly,
carefully. "Am I hurting you?" He looked down at Xelloss,
awaiting a reply.
Xelloss fought to make his mouth respond, to untie his tongue from its
knot. "No." His voice was still ragged, but the word was soft.
Fibrizo nodded, and then resumed his work. Pain was something to be
rationed and measured carefully, used only in the most perfect
calculations. Pain was useless if it was wasted. Xelloss was
useless if he was wasted. And Fibrizo, above all, prided himself on
perfection. "Such beauty in your hair, in your hands and feet...your
lips and eyes, your every curve. Such beautiful perfection." He
slowly worked at one wrist, was halfway to freeing it. "Are you
tired? How well can you move?" His voice stayed perfectly casual,
even-toned, almost businesslike.
Xelloss tried to slide a leg forward a little, but he barely managed a
twitch. Moving hurt. His muscles refused to budge without sending out
dull, sour pain, and they were so tired that he couldn't force himself to
move even if he ignored them. He just lay there like a wet rag.
"I...I can't. I tried."
"Ah." Fibrizo unraveled the rest of the hair around Xelloss'
left wrist. He grasped it, seeing how the hand and fingers flopped down. Like
a doll... He carefully guided Xelloss' arm down so that the hand
rested by Xelloss' head. "You're awake, and you hurt, and you feel,
but you don't move." He grinned. "You do yourself ill, Xelloss.
I want to use that now. It sounds like so much fun..." He stroked
Xelloss' left cheek, feeling a tear slide over his finger. "I could
use you, Xelloss. Or I could bathe you. I know you want a bath." His
finger dragged a wet, salty trail down to Xelloss' neck. "I'll let
you pick. I'll ask a question, and your answer will determine what I do
with you. So, Xelloss..." His fingers wandered back up to the boy's
hair, winding into it gently, but in a way that would hurt so badly if he
pulled. "If I fucked you right now, could you scream?"
Xelloss' mind swirled with relief so dizzying that he had to wait to give
his answer until he could actually focus thought into word again. "My
throat would give out almost as fast as my body. I would faint or lose my
voice, whichever happened first. No. I could not scream." Even now,
his speech was deteriorating into a whisper.
Fibrizo sighed. He withdrew his fingers from their grip in Xelloss' hair
and set them to freeing the boy's other wrist. "Ah, well. Perhaps
tomorrow. For now, bathing you won't be too sorry of a task." The
wrist slid free, and Fibrizo gathered Xelloss into his arms, walking to
the bathchambers. "I certainly won't mind prettying you up with my
own two hands."
The bath would have been an ordeal in itself. But as the warm water and
mist surrounded Xelloss, sleep did not wait long to come for him.
* * *
Xelloss tried to keep from shaking. He didn't want Lord Dynast to see him
like this. He might start to wonder. He might ask questions. And Xelloss
could tell lies for only so long.
Dynast couldn't know. If he found out...
Fibrizo splayed his fingers across Xelloss' face, the boy's left eye
between the index and middle digits. "My companion would be
distressed by any stories of what goes on between me and you in my private
chambers. And we don't want to distress Lord Dynast, do we, Xelloss? I
don't like it when he's upset. You wouldn't like it either. If you upset
Dynast I will dig this eye out with these very fingers and I will fuck the
hole that's left in its place." He smiled, and the glint in the
lord's eyes gave Xelloss the sickening realization that Fibrizo would
enjoy that punishment even more than he had enjoyed this month's
playtimes. "I know you don't want to be fucked in the eye, Xelloss.
So keep your sweet mouth shut for me, will you?"
Xelloss couldn't stop shaking. He tried to distract his mind but he
couldn't. He was free to go about Dynast's extensive chambers as he
pleased. Dynast wouldn't hurt him like Fibrizo did. The lord hadn't even
made any advances yet, and Xelloss had been there for a week already. He
should be able to relax. He was safe here.
Ice slid down his back with no warning, and Xelloss crashed to his knees.
He was shaking. Again. There was something...something so cold...in his
mind...
"So beautiful..." A hand stroked through his hair, squeezing,
touching, caressing. "Your hair is so beautiful..." And then he
was on the floor, pinned, as dark purple ropes were wrapped around his
hands--
Xelloss jerked upright. He had collapsed face-down onto the floor. Sitting
up, he hugged himself to stop the shivers.
They were already gone.
What was that? He had been in Fibrizo's chambers. He had felt it, heard
it, even smelled the tang of blood on Fibrizo's lips. He had felt fingers
parting his hair--
Fibrizo yanked a handful of Xelloss' hair. "Fucking open your legs
back up. Open them or I'll rip this right out of your head!!"
--his hair--
Xelloss cried out as Fibrizo forced him back onto the bed, grabbed his
wrists, held them out to the sides...he had tried to run, had tried so
hard to run, but the lord had tied his hair around the bedpost. He tried
to stop crying, but his head hurt...it hurt so much...
--his hair--
"Kiss me." Fibrizo looked deep into Xelloss' eyes, a horrible
passion in his voice. "Kiss me." He pulled the boy closer,
tugging on a lock of hair wrapped around his neck like a collar.
"...my hair." Xelloss finally pulled himself to his feet and
walked through Dynast's chambers, shaking so hard that he barely stayed
upright.
* * *
End Part One
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