Sex in the Sky

Tommy

Growing up with divorced parents wasn’t easy. Knowing your parents separated because your dad was gay was harder. Spending most of your young life watching your dad suffer silently over the fact he had no one in his life was the worst. For a while my sister and I had blamed ourselves for Dad’s lack of a partner; we thought he was staying single to protect us from “gay life”. When I was eleven, Dad met Josh and things got a lot better. I admit I had a crush on Josh at first. I didn’t understand it at the time; I hadn’t realized I was gay too. It wasn’t until I was thirteen that I figured that out. Having Dad and Josh as examples of what gay men could be was a big help. They weren’t swishy, effeminate or immoral. They were masculine, strong, honorable, loving, monogamous men. The hard part of figuring out I was gay was that I realized I was in love with my best friend.

Tony Bartoni was only a little over a year older than me, but he was two grades ahead of me in school. We didn’t go to the same school. He went to a private catholic school in DC and I went to public school in Fairfax County, Virginia. We became friends about the time Josh and Dad got together and maintained our friendship despite the fact we only saw each other twice a week at Dad’s martial arts school and one or two weekends out of the month. Tony was sixteen when his dad had to move back to New York to run the family business. It was just before his senior year of high school. I’d been secretly in love with Tony for over two years when they left. I was heart broken. Unrequited love sucked.

Josh had been the one to figure out how I’d felt about Tony. He’d told Dad his suspicions and Dad talked to me. I remember him holding me as I cried out my feelings of loss and guilt. Dad was the greatest. I didn’t really know how great he was till I was almost seventeen. It was my junior year in High School and some friends and I were coming back from an away game. We never saw the other car. All I remembered was the sound of a horn, the bright glare of headlights, the sounds of metal twisting and glass shattering, the screams, and pain.

I woke up in the hospital in the dark. It was nearly a week before I learned that the darkness would never go away. The glass from the passenger window had lacerated my face. I’d been staring in wide-eyed disbelief as the drunken driver slammed his car into us. Shattered glass had been the last thing my eyes ever saw. They were able to save the eyes but not my sight. At times I wished they’d ripped the damn things out and put in fakes. Josh was making enough at that point to support him and Dad without Dad’s income. Dad quit his job and spent his time helping me put my life together. I still lived with Mom and my step-dad Jim; but I came to depend upon Dad. He was my hero, and I don’t think I would have made it through without him.

I had kept in touch with Tony through email and AIM for the first year after he moved, and then our correspondence dwindled. He’d gone off to college and I was only a junior in high school. We had less and less to talk about. That wasn’t the real reason we lost contact, but I’d made it clear I didn’t want Tony to know about the accident. Dad had argued against that, but I was adamant. I wanted Tony to remember me the way I’d been, not what I’d become. He was busy with school and being an adult. I was a crippled kid. No one needed someone like me hanging around.

I went to a school for the blind for the rest of my junior year and my senior year of high school. Though I learned braille, how to use a cane, and had a seeing-eye dog, I was thankful for modern technology. Dad set my computer up with voice conversion software; I could read email online and still enjoy AIM, though it wasn’t as much fun as it had been when it was silent. I also had one of those scanners and software that allowed me to read printed material by scanning the pages. It was a pain to use but was the best I could do when a text or book was not available in Braille. Jim got an offer he couldn’t refuse in my senior year, and after much debate, Mom and Jim had me move in with Dad rather than take me out of school and force me to start over again.

I did summer courses after my junior and senior years of high school at our local community college. It gave me a good sense of independence as well as keeping me close to home. It also made me keenly aware of how much I missed my sight. I always missed it, but I could never see my friends. I could never notice a hot guy walking across campus. I missed all my chances to see the men behind the sexy voices I heard. Being a blind-gay man was horrible. I also knew I was disfigured.

Everyone in my family tried to tell me that I wasn’t disfigured. That yes, my eyes were destroyed and I had scarring around them that was visible, but that my face itself had been fixed by the plastic surgeries after the accident. It didn’t matter to me. I’d always been a guy who had a thing for eyes. That was why I’d had a crush on Josh; he had the most beautiful blue-green eyes. Tony had always had soulful brown eyes. Mine had been blue, like my mother’s. Now they were milky and scarred, or so I’d been told. They say that, “the eyes were windows to the soul”. My windows were shut, the curtains were drawn and no one would ever get to see my soul.

Those were the thoughts that occupied my mind from the accident on. They were fuel for my writing and I put everything I had into the written word. I’d never cared about writing before, but when your abilities of self expression were suddenly stripped from you, you learned to use of what you had left. In some ways it gave me something I’d never have discovered; I had a talent for writing. I won awards in high school and at my community college. I even got some literary scholarships.

That was how I got accepted into Burnell University; it was a liberal arts college known for crafting great writers. The fact that they were also known for being handicap student friendly was also a plus. It was the last place in the world I’d expected to hear a voice from the past.

* * * * *

Tony

I hated New York. I’d grown up in DC and I’d loved it. When we moved so that Dad could take over my grandfather’s bakery/deli, I was devastated. I went from being a fairly popular, active junior to a “new student” senior in a school that was practically a prison. The worst part of the move was that I lost my best friend. I’d known Tommy since I was twelve. He was so cool. Not cool in the click, popularity shit kids go through in school. He was cool because he wasn’t like anyone else I knew. He was small, blond, shy, yet incredibly smart and talented. Also, his dad was gay.

I’d met them just about the time I started realizing I liked boys more than girls. It’d scared me at first, but when I met Tommy’s dad and his partner, I realized I didn’t have to grow up a “poof”, as my dad called gays. Now, before anyone said anything about my dad, he was great. He had no actual problems with gay people. He and Mom were friends with several gay men and women, and always made it clear that being gay wasn’t wrong. Dad just grew up in a culture where you looked down on homosexuality; and a few of those thoughts stuck. “Poof” was one of them. Josh, Tommy’s dad’s partner, was Mom’s best friend.

It was kind of weird that I never actually thought about Tommy sexually. He was cute, but he was more my brother than my actual brother was. John wasn’t tolerant of Gays. Mom tried to show him that gay people were like everyone else, but John just wouldn’t accept it. He’d be polite and never did anything in public, but I was his brother and I knew. He didn’t like gay people, period. I never knew why. So I’d pulled away from him and started putting my need for companionship and a male bond into Tommy. Though he had a gay father, Tommy made no indication he was interested in guys. Not that I’d have looked for the signs; I needed a brother, not a boyfriend. We never talked about sex. I guess I didn’t want to take a chance that Tommy would feel uncomfortable. Just when we were getting old enough that something else might have been there, I moved. We’d kept in touch over the internet my last year of high school. I missed Tommy. I couldn’t seem to meet anyone who filled the gap like he had.

We started communicating less when I went off to college. I’d been accepted into RIT’s engineering program; my parents had been so proud. I hated it. One semester and I realized that engineering wasn’t for me. Between hating my curriculum, feeling lost on such a huge campus, and discovering gay life, I lost touch with Tommy completely. I’d discovered sex, partying and escapism. I used them to avoid my feelings of isolation at a school far larger than I’d ever wanted to be at; I used them to avoid looking at the fact that I still felt disconnected from every friend I made; I used them to deny the fact that I was making very bad choices.

It wasn’t ’til the fall semester of my sophomore year that I snapped out of it. I’d woken up in a fraternity dorm room with a hot looking, muscular blond draped around me, and I realized that almost every guy I’d ever slept with had the same features. They were shorter than me, blond and lean. They were replacements for Tommy. I think I cried for days after that. I realized I hated my life and I was beginning to hate myself. I needed to make a change.

I hated doing engineering and the sciences. I was good at them; I understood them; but I hated doing them. I needed something else. After hunting the internet and talking with career counselors, I decided what I enjoyed was working with people. I liked organizing and planning. So I switched my major to business management with an emphasis on technical writing and sciences. I transferred from RIT at the end of the fall semester and started Burnell in the spring. It was the best decision I ever made. Burnell was a smaller, intimate campus with an emphasis on community. They also had an incredible business and management school.

I also stopped sleeping around. Being big, tall and Italian made it easy to find partners. I wasn’t some hot stud; I was actually kind of soft, but the core work I’d done while I’d been in martial arts had held well enough that I had a solid structure under the layers of pasta and rich home cooking. That was another benefit of Burnell; I found a Tai Chi club and started up my practice again. The only negative was it reminded me of Tommy. I don’t know how many times I thought of getting back in touch. I’d sent Christmas and birthday cards, but I never got anything back and his email had changed. Tommy was gone; I had to accept that and move on.

It was the first week of classes of the fall semester. I was a junior, at a college I liked and in a curriculum I enjoyed. Life was good. Wasn’t that always the point that something comes along to rattle you? Mine came in the form of a head on collision with the most beautiful guy I’d ever seen. I’d been rushing to get from my last class to the bookstore; we’d been warned that they were short on the texts we’d need and the additional books would not be in for a few weeks. I didn’t want to have to bum books from a classmate, so I was running for the store, not looking where I was going, when I nearly trampled a new student.

“HEY!” My victim tumbled backwards, dropping his cane as he managed to tuck and roll. It looked like a practiced maneuver. I was stunned by more than just the fact that he’d managed to make being knocked on his ass graceful. As he was crouched down, pushing his glasses back into place and feeling around for the items he’d lost, I was caught by the tussled golden hair that cascaded over his shoulders. He’d had it in a ponytail, but the leather holder had slipped off during his roll.

I crouched down and started gathering up the shit he’d dropped. He’d had a bookstore bag under his arm and his items had been scattered. “Oh man, I’m so sorry.”

“No problem,” he mumbled, concentrating on finding his stuff.

We got it all back in his bag and I handed him his cane. Not only had I plowed down a student, but I’d plowed down a blind student. I wondered if a lynch mob would be after my ass. He brushed his hair back and I realized he had a beautiful face. He only stood about five-foot-nine, but he looked like he worked out. He filled out his T-shirt really well and had nice arms. He wasn’t a muscle boy, but he had a well-maintained body. That was unusual for the blind guys I’d met. Burnell had a fairly significant handicapped student population.

“I should have been watching where I was going.” I couldn’t stop looking at him. Something seemed so familiar. “I’m Tony, Tony Bartoni.”

It looked like he flinched. It was weird but it almost looked like he shrank when I said my name. It was only for a moment then he seemed to square himself and he put out his hand. “Charles.”

I’d read about that whole “spark” that happened when people who were meant to meet, met, but I’d never experienced it. I took his hand and I swear there was a spark. I’d begun to trust my gut again; I had to get to know him.

* * * * *

Tommy

I silently thanked Dad for insisting I keep up my studies of tai chi after the accident. I hadn’t wanted to; I’d thought it was stupid for a blind guy to know martial arts; it was way too “Hong Kong action hero” for me. He hadn’t given in; it saved me from hurting myself numerous times when I was knocked down or tripped. Today had been no exception.

The guy sounded nice enough; his embarrassment and guilt were sincere. He had the best voice too, deep and resonant with a warm under tone. He helped me get my stuff together; apologizing at least twice by the time I was standing and had my cane. Then he introduced himself; I thought I was going to collapse. It couldn’t have been the same Tony. A part of me wanted to run; I’d never gotten over him. I’d never had a chance. Just when I was ready to look at other guys I’d lost the ability to look at all.

What the fuck was I going to say? He obviously didn’t recognize me; the scars and shit probably did that well enough, he probably wasn’t even looking at me close. Even though I wanted to curl up and hide, Dad’s training and hard work paid off; I stuck out my hand and decided to avoid the whole thing. I gave him my first name, no one ever used it and I don’t think Tony had known it, “Charles.”

My knees went weak when he took my hand. His hand was so huge. From the feel of it, Tony stood well over six feet tall. I had a thing for big guys. I didn’t mean muscle men; I meant Honest-to-God big men: wide shoulders, huge bones, and big hands. I wasn’t into “chubs” but I had no problem with a comfortable layer of padding. Muscles were fun to feel, but they weren’t all that comfortable to cuddle with. I’d learned that from Dad too; he’d always been a solid guy with a layer of padding he resented. Josh was lean and muscular. They both gave great hugs, but Dad was just more comfortable to cuddle with. Don’t get me wrong: I did not have a daddy-complex. The idea of screwing my dad made me ill; but I’d learned what I liked and that was what I was going to hold out for. Not that anyone would go for a disfigured freak anyway.

He was so nice; all I really wanted to do was hug him and cry. I hadn’t realized how much it had hurt to turn away from our friendship until it was staring me in the face. I didn’t hear him the first time he asked me a question. “Huh, what?”

“Would you like to get a coffee or something? I don’t feel like fighting for my books at the moment anyway.”

I knew it was a bad idea; I needed to get over him, but I accepted anyway. I needed to make friends more than I needed to feel safe. The counselors had really drummed that into our heads during orientation; we were here to learn to live life and get an education, and hiding wasn’t the answer. I had to admit, the coffee shop smelled wonderful. I’d really gotten into food smells since I’d lost my sight. It was amazing I hadn’t put on a hundred pounds. I was still a nibbler; I never finished a plate of food. It used to drive Tony’s father nuts whenever I had dinner at their house.

“What do you want?” I reached into my pocket to get my wallet, but he put his hand on my elbow. “I’m buying; it’s the least I can do for knocking you on your ass.”

I grinned. “Technically, you didn’t knock me on my ass. You rolled me over.”

That rewarded me with a low, sensual chuckle that turned my guts to goop. I knew I’d be jacking off to that voice in my head. It didn’t fit the images I had of Tony at sixteen. I wanted so bad to know what he looked like now. “Ok, you’re right.” There was a pause, and I wondered what he was thinking. The hardest part of dealing with people was when there were silences. Facial expressions don’t transmit well when you can’t see them. “So, what’s your poison?”

“Uh… chai tea?” I’d had it a few times and loved the spicy, creamy taste.

He guided me to a table and waited for me to get situated before he went off to get our drinks. Tony had always been a patient, helpful guy. It was one of the things I’d loved about him most. That, and his eyes…Oh God, I’d never get to see his eyes. He’d had the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes. I didn’t realize I was crying until Tony came back.

“Hey,” his concern was palpable, “you ok?”

I nodded, wiping my cheeks. “Yeah, sorry. Just missing what things look like.”

He sat down, set the cup near me and guided my hand to it. “You weren’t born blind?”

I would have thought it was obvious. Maybe he’d assumed my scars were from an accident that had resulted from my being blind, and not the other way around. “No.”

“I’m sorry.” He sounded so sincere.

“Don’t be; it wasn’t your fault.” I sipped my tea and then tried to give him what would look like an ironic smile. “At least the settlement I received from the asshole’s insurance is putting me through school.” After all had been said and done, I’d come out of it blind but with over a million and a half dollars to build a future with. It wasn’t a fair trade, but it was better than being blind and having to live on welfare.

“Doesn’t sound like a fair trade.” What was he doing, reading my mind?

“No, but no one promised life was fair.” Bringing Tony back into my life definitely wasn’t fair. How the hell was I supposed to meet someone who could love me if I was stuck pining for someone I couldn’t have?

I couldn’t help but smile when he asked me his next question. “Does anyone call you Charlie? You just don’t seem like a ‘Charles’ to me.”

I grinned. “Yeah, Charlie is fine.”

* * * * *

Tony

I was really concerned when I came back to find Charlie crying. I don’t know why he was Charlie to me but I just couldn’t fit “Charles” to him. He was anything but stuffy and uptight, which is what I associated with “Charles”. His attitude was so impressive. He seemed so positive and forward thinking. He also had his shit together; most guys who were blinded never really adjusted to it. He moved like he’d been blind forever and knew how to deal.

I had to ask, “Does anyone call you Charlie? You just don’t seem like a ‘Charles’ to me.”

He grinned; damn, he had a perfect smile too. “Yeah, Charlie is fine.”

Why the fuck did I have to always get a twitch for shorter, blond guys? Why did they all have to be the same theme? At least Charlie was different. No soul-searching blue eyes to worry about and he didn’t have the buzz cut I always seemed to go for. Of course, thinking about the guy sexually was stupid; the odds of him being gay were slim. A fit, hot guy like him wouldn’t want a big, hairy Italian anyway. I’d settle for friendship, and would probably end up jacking off thinking about him.

We had our drinks and he touched his watch. It had a synthesized voice that told him the time. Sighing, he rose. “I’ve got to get going.”

Sometimes a little love and care goes a long way to mending a broken spirit.

“Good, I’ll call for Cia to come get you to prepare you for tonight. If you get hungry again you let her know, and she’ll make sure to get you whatever it is you feel like eating, alright?” Again, Eko nodded his head wordlessly, and Daman moved to call on his little intercom, then returned to the bed where Eko was eating the last of the figs quietly.

He hadn’t expected to be treated like this when he’d been shown to the door earlier that morning. He’d expected the same as he’d been getting, pain and cruelty, but instead he’d been cherished and cared for. By the time Cia finally made her appearance, Eko was deep in thought. She lead him from the room, once more holding his hand in hers, and while he walked with her he tried to make heads or tails of Daman’s actions.

That morning when he’d woken, he’d been sure that Daman was the villain, and Angel was his savior, the one who he was spost to love and be loved by. Things weren’t so easy now. His heart ached for the rejection he’d suffered at Angel’s hands, and it ached for the new tenderness his Master had shown him.

Once more, his world had turned upside down.

He would have to work these things out for himself, but as it currently stood he’d made an agreement to give himself over to Daman, and the moment that realization set in, cold terror seeped into his bones.

He didn’t know what was in store for him, but he was certain that it was nothing he could even begin to expect…

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“On your feet. You will be taught a few more lessons today,” Marcus commanded.

I got up onto my high heels unsteadily, walked over to him, and stood waiting. “For the rest of the day, you will obey each and every order. They are absolutes. Disobedience will be punished. You will do EXACTLY as you are told. Do you understand? If you do, speak only Yes, Sir.”

“Yes, Sir,” I answered.

“Good. Believe me when I say you will be punished. Now drop to your knees, but do not rest on your ankles. Place your hands at your sides. Open your mouth fully.” I did as he told me. “The first word you will learn is ‘toilet’. When this word is spoken to you, you will go immediately to the man who speaks it and assume this position. You will take what he has to give you, not spilling a drop, and then you will make sure he is cleaned up. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said, not really sure I wanted to do this, but afraid to disobey. Marcus smiled down at me, cupping my chin in his big hand. “Very good,” he said. “Keep your chin up like this. Good. Arch your back. More. Good. This is your toilet position. Do not forget it. Then he turned back to Jack. “There you go. Relief is here.”

Jack stepped towards me, but Marcus stopped him. “No, the slave will come to you. Just call him.”

“Slave,” Jack called, grinning. “Toilet.”

I got up and walked to him, and then knelt down and assumed the position I had just been taught. Jack unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and put it all into my mouth. Not hard, he fit familiarly on my tongue. I had sucked him off many times when we were dating, but I had never tasted his urine. I closed my mouth onto him.

Jack rested his hands on the side of my face and looked into my eyes. I could see he was very excited.

“Sorry, love,” he said. “I’ve been holding it for awhile. You’ll have to swallow fast.” I didn’t move, but prepared myself for the flow. I had no idea……

The burst came hot and hard. I hadn’t closed my lips tightly enough, and I felt some of his gush drool down my chin. I knew Marcus was watching, but I had no idea how I would be punished. Jack’s piss filled my mouth quickly, and I gulped it down as fast as I could so I wouldn’t spill any more. It was warm and strong and very salty, but not as bad as I thought. He seemed to go forever, but finally the flow lessened, and I sucked out the last drops, licking his shaft clean.

As he finished, he grabbed the top of my head and my chin in his hands and pushed his cock all the way into my mouth, holding me there for a moment. He was coming up, and I felt him growing and lengthening into my throat. Once he was fully erect, he held my face in place and began thrusting slowly, holding my mouth tightly on his cock. I just closed my eyes and let him mouth-fuck me like he used to do when we were dating. Jack always had sweet-tasting cum, so I knew I was in for a treat.

I didn’t have to wait long for him to start cumming. Jack always liked to get that first shot down my throat, and then pull back and watch the rest of it splatter over my face. He didn’t disappoint. He fired a hot stream in my mouth, and then pushed my head back, grabbed his cock, and stroked out a creamy load right across my lips. Then he stepped forward a little, and pressed his cock to my face, smearing my mascara with his load. I licked the cum off of my lips and smiled at him.

“You still taste sweet, Jack,” I said. Using my fingers, I guided his pearls into my mouth, sucking the juice off my fingers and savoring his load. He stepped back, pulled up his pants, and went back to loading his cameras. I stood up and walked back to the bed, my high heels clicking on the wood floor, and sat down on the edge, crossing my legs.

Just then Marcus came back into the room, carrying a handful of leather equipment. He knelt down in front of me, and I uncrossed and spread my legs for him. Without a word, he began buckling black leather ankle restraints onto me, followed by wrist restraints and a collar. All had large, chrome D-rings attached. He then pulled my lacy black bra over my head, and produced a corset.

“Stand,” he ordered.

I stood up, and raised my arms while he placed the corset around my waist, turning around when he told me so he could buckle it in place. Reaching from the bottoms of my nipples to the top of my hips, the black studded and laced corset was very sexy. Marcus began cinching up the straps, one by one, pulling them tighter and tighter, squeezing me into it until I was spilling out of both ends. It was hard to breathe, but I felt very wanton and submissive in it. I couldn’t wait to get fucked in it.

When I put my hands down, he pulled them behind my back and linked the restraints together. Spinning me around, he stepped back and admired me for a moment, before reaching out with both hands and grabbing my nipples between his fingers. He pinched them hard, looking me directly in the eyes. I gasped from the pain.

“Feel good?” “Yes,” I lied, knowing that was the answer he expected.

He looked down at my tits and began slowly twisting the nipples, first one way and then the other. I stood very still, letting him work, and I noticed Jack taking pictures.

“Arch your back. Chin up. Don’t look down. Look at the ceiling. That’s a good slut. Arch your back more. Push your tits out to me. Offer me your tits.” I did as I was told. The nipple torture went on until he had them bright pink, very tender, and poking straight out at him. I could feel his palms rubbing across the tips, followed by light flicks and savage snaps of his fingers. I held my moans in, but I couldn’t help but whimper from his handling of me.

Eventually he stopped and stood up. “Stay in place,” he said. He then placed a pair of nipple clamps attached together by a chain onto my sensitive buds, and as he tightened the screws I finally lost control, letting out a high pitched squeal and trembling all over. My heels suddenly felt very tall, and I felt like I would fall down. Marcus wouldn’t allow that. He grabbed me under my arm pits, holding me up on my shaking legs.

“No, no, no. Stand. Good. Stay still.”

Quivering, I tried to stand up before him. He tightened the screws on the nipple clamps just a little bit more, then gave the chain a tug to test their grip. “Spread your legs. Wider. Look down at me. Wider.”

My ankles now twisted sideways , trying gamely to keep my heels on the floor, Marcus reached between my legs and stroked my asshole. Looking up at me, he said, “Offer me your tits.” I just knew I was going to fall, but as I leaned forward, he caught me with his face between my tits. He fingered my puffy snatch while he sucked on my chest, his fingers pushing hard into my hole, twisting and probing.

When he had finally had enough, he stood up in front of me again, helping me back up. Taking me by the nipple chain, he led me back to the bed, facing away from him.

“Stay on your feet. Bend forward. Put your face down on the bed. You have permission now to moan or cry out, but if you’re too loud, you will have to be gagged.”

I leaned forward as ordered, my ass angled upwards for him. I felt him move in behind me and take hold of me by the hips, almost immediately followed by his cock being driven up my helpless ass.

“OHHHHH,” I moaned. “Oh, baby, your cock! It feels so big in me, so good!”

He swatted me across the ass, hard. “You will have to be punished for that, love,” he said. I tried to be quiet, but it was difficult. The dick was in me too good.

“To be continued…”

“Is that what he told you? Gods! That’s just pathetic, you didn’t hear what you wanted from me so you go and tell him that I’m in love with you? Look, why don’t I take my leave of the two of you so you can get on with the fucking. Turn your little angel boy into a whore like the rest of the slaves in this damned worthless world!” Angel spun on his heals, stalking towards the door, but before his hand reached the doorknob Daman had set Eko down and moved in front of him. Angel flinched away from him, and then glared up defiantly, his skin so hot it burned Damans fingers when he gripped Angel’s shoulders.

“You don’t believe that’s how I look at you, or Eko.” He whispered softly, ignoring the pain of the burns. You don’t get through hundreds of years without learning how to look past physical discomfort. “And you know Eko didn’t tell me you were in love with him. I noticed it myself, Angel. Eko thinks you don’t love him at all, don’t want him around even.” He turned Angel around slowly, showing him the pitiful picture Eko made, sobbing softly all curled up in the chair, arms wrapped about his legs, wings trembling with his fear and heartbreak. “Look at him.” Daman whispered quietly into Angel’s ear.

He did as he was told, he looked at Eko. Cia’d done a good job of making him presentable, he was beautiful and sexy in a way only tainted innocence could be. Eko looked so distressed and upset he could barely breathe, and Angel knew he was the cause of a lot of it, not all, but a lot. He was beginning to feel safe until Angel had denied him.

“Why do you tell him you don’t love him when I know you do?” Daman asked quietly. “I can almost smell it on you, the longing.”

“Because, he doesn’t belong to me. He’s not mine, he’s yours. The moment he realizes he loves you, I’ll be nothing but a fucking memory compared to you. I’m not going through it any more. Not with some one new. I’m just not.” Angel replied, clenching his fists into angry little balls.

“Anymore?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know, damnit. Don’t act like you don’t understand, Master.” Angel was seriously pushing his luck, even Daman’s patience wasn’t never ending. Angel glanced over his shoulder at Daman, sighing at the blank look on his face. “You. You, damnit.”

“Me?” Daman asked, and then frowned slightly. “You know I love you, Angel.”

“Like a man loves his DOG maybe.” Angel jerked himself free of Daman angrily, walking backwards until he was pressed against the wall between both Daman and Eko, a position where he could see both of them.

“Now wait a minute, Angel. That’s not true–”

“Isn’t it though?” Angel cut him off. “I’m your slave, your pet. You don’t love me as a man, you love me as you would your favorite animal. And the moment that Eko realizes how much he loves you, I’ll be pushed to the back of the line by him just like I was when you bought him!” Angel stared down, tears threatening to break like molten lava down his cheeks. “I don’t expect you to understand, but I’m not going to do it anymore. So, why don’t I leave so you can fuck him, and when you feel like playing with fire again you can call me up to roll over and beg or whatever the hell else you want.” He sniffled, despite his angry words, making him seem so much more innocent and tender.

Angel gasped when suddenly Daman was pressing him to the wall, his large frame a warmth and comfort to Angel despite the fact he wanted desperately to push the other man away. “That’s not true, Angel, and you know it.” Daman’s voice sounded angry, violently so even. His fingers curled around Angel’s jaw and he tilted his face upwards so he could gaze into his eyes. “I do love you, Angel. How could you think after all this time that you meant so little to me?”

“Because it’s the truth.” Angel replied, his throat closing and his tears finally beginning to spill.

“And what could I do to show you that you were wrong?” Daman’s words were gentle, concern lighting his eyes. “What if I told you I wanted you and Eko to love one another? That I wanted you to be close to each other? Everyone needs love in their life, Angel, everyone even slaves.” Bringing his hand up, Daman stroked the fiery hair from Angel’s forehead, ignoring the burn against his fingers. “You need to tell Eko how you feel. You need to be honest with him.”

“He’ll fall in love with you, and he’ll forget about me, and you KNOW it.” Angel spat, tears seeping down his cheeks, burning like lava when they come in contact with Daman’s skin.

“B-but I l-l-love Y-You!!” Eko screamed suddenly, surprising both Fire Elemental and Vampire into immediate silence as they turned their heads simultaneously towards him.

Eko stumbled to his feet, stalking towards the pair pressed against the wall, wings spread in what could only have been a natural response to his emotional distress, the action making him appear far larger then he really was. “I d-don kn-now b-bout p-p-pain a-and v-viol-lence a-and a-and I d-don’t kn-now ab-bout r-r-rape a-and w-war b-b-but I DO kn-now b-bout LOVE!” Eko shouted angrily, stomping his little foot upon the ground with frustration as the two men stared at him in open astonishment.

Eko reached out and pushed Daman forcefully aside with all of his little strength, and despite the fact Daman was supposed to be the one in charge, he took his Queue and backed off for a moment so he could watch how Eko handled this situation. Leaning against the wall, Daman crossed his arms over his chest, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as Eko positioned himself in front of Angel with his hands on his hips. The heat poured off Angel in waves, and Eko squinted against it, but he didn’t back down.

“L-love i-isn’t di-disposable!” Eko yelled, stomping his foot a second time, and it was all Daman could do to keep from chuckling at the amusing picture his adorable angel boy made, all furious and empowered. “I-in m-my w-world s-somet-times p-people m-mate w-with u-up t-to f-four people a-and a-all l-live t-tog-gether a-and a-all b-be h-happy w-with k-kids. L-love do-doesn’t d-dissap-pear! E-even in f-families th-that d-decide to sp-plit st-still l-love e-each o-other th-they je-jes ch-choose n-not t-to live t-together!” Eko clenched his little fists into tight balls, glaring furiously at each man in turn, and that look actually wiped the smile from Daman’s lips. “Y-you a-are b-both st-stupid!” Eko shouted.

“Don’t push it, Eko.” Daman growled low. Which was a mistake as it turned out, because the moment he did the angel turned his attention on his master.

“I-it’s th-the truth! An-angel l-loves y-you a-and y-yer to busy t-to make su-sure h-he knows y-you lo-love him! A-and he th-thinks he is u-ugly a-and y-you d-don’t m-make h-him s-stand i-in front of a m-mirror till h-he sees he i-isn’t ugly! Y-yer m-mean a-and y-you a-act l-like y-you d-don’t c-care ab-bout a-anyone but y-yerself a-and fo-for all y-you s-wear n-not t-to r-rape m-me y-you still shoved t-things d-down m-my th-throat an-and m-made m-me h-hate you!!” Eko screamed at the top of his lungs, sounding like a little banshee. “A-and n-now th-the o-only p-pers-son i-in th-this st-stupid pl-place I c-care b-bout w-wont s-say h-he loves m-me c-cause y-you! C-cause he’s sc-cared th-that y-you’ll m-make us sp-plit u-up to h-hurt u-us! H-he’s sc-cared I’ll st-stop l-loving h-him b-bec-cause of YOU a-and th-then he’ll b-be alone w-with th-the tw-two people h-he l-loves ab-abandoning h-him f-for e-each other!”

“Eko, he’s going to punish you if you don’t stop.” Angel whispered, eyes wide as saucers, concern dripping from his voice.

“I d-don’t c-care! S-someone hasta s-say th-this!” Eko’s wings fluttered behind him, stirring a breeze throughout the room. “I d-don’t c-come from th-this w-world, Angel! I-I’m n-not LIKE th-these p-people. I d-don’t th-throw l-love a-away! N-no m-matter w-what hap-pens w-with M-master a-and m-me, th-that *couldn’t* ch-change h-how I f-feel a-about y-you. C-cause th-that’s n-not h-how I w-work i-inside. I-if I s-say I l-love y-you I m-mean i-it Angel. A-and I th-think y-you’re th-they m-most b-beautiful p-person. N-no o-one e-even i-in m-my peoples h-have coloring l-like y-yers. N-no o-one c-can t-take m-me a-away f-from y-you.”

Angel’s eyes grew so very sad as he gazed at Eko, then he shook his head softly. “That’s not true. Daman can take you away from me any time he wants. He can sell you, or sell me. He can split us up, he can lock one of us in the dungeon if he wants. He can make sure that we never talk to one another again if he wanted to. We’re not free, Eko, we’re slaves. You’re setting yourself up for disappointment, I can’t be your mate, I can’t be your love.” He whispered gently.

“Why would I do any of that? Am I so much of a monster, Angel?” Daman finally spoke up, looking at the fire elemental, who was still pressed with his back to the wall as if backed into a corner.

“Come on, you don’t like your slaves to touch one another. You only let us sleep with one another when you’re giving us a reward, and normally it involves humiliating one of us at the time. You really want me to be in love with Eko? Do you really want me to pull him into my arms and kiss him, and make love to him? Is that what you want? You’ll be okay with that?”

“Well… you’ll still be my slaves, I still won’t want you to just go off and do whatever you want. But I won’t pull you two apart, I wont separate you. I hope I can be involved in your love, that’s what I wanted.” Daman said quietly.

“And what if you aren’t? What are you going to do if Eko never falls in love with you? You think you’ll be happy go lucky and give us a room together so we can live our lives out as a happy couple? I don’t think so. I’m a slave, I’m not stupid. You’d be jealous and angry and you’d split us up. It’s not worth it, it’s not worth loving him only to have you pulling us apart.”

“Angel…”

“NO!” Angel growled, “I’m not going to put my heart on the line when either one of you could break it into a million shattered pieces at any given time.”

“B-but I l-love yo-you.” Eko whispered softly, then tilted his head down so he could gaze at the floor as though it were the most interesting thing in the world. Tears began to slide down his cheeks slowly, and he made the most heartbroken little sniffling sounds between breaths.

That was all Angel could take. All his anger, all his fears, all his anxiety revolving around the situation cracked and he broke down. Reaching a hand out, Angel drew Eko in against his chest, one hand tilting his head up. “I love you too, Eko.” He whispered, biting his lower lip. “Please, please don’t hurt me.” He whispered, then brushed a tender kiss against Eko’s mouth, so sweet it was like caramelized sugar burning lips and tongue. It sent shivers along Eko’s spine, and a soft sigh escaped against that gentle kiss as Daman watched on.

Maybe it wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind, but it was a start. He’d hoped the angel boy would fall in love with him first, he’d hoped that Eko’d want him first, but it didn’t seem to be in the cards for him. Running a hand through his hair Daman considered when he should do as the two young lovers kissed and touched one another’s faces, whispering soft words to each other.

“When you choose to give up your body to me, Eko, you’ll be giving it to both Angel and myself. He’ll be here.” Daman finally said after a moment. Both boys snapped their heads towards him, shocked.

“Really?” Angel asked, excitement in his voice. Eko just stared at him with wide eyes.

“Yes really. Angel, how am I going to prove to you that I love you?” Daman asked, folding his arms over his chest.

“I don’t know.” Angel said as he tucked Eko in closer to him, rubbing his cheek against the top of the smaller mans head. Eko’s large lavender eyes regarded Daman quietly for a long moment.

“H-he l-loves y-you, Angel.” Eko whispered softly. “Y-you c-can s-see i-it in h-his e-eyes wh-when h-he looks a-at you. H-his h-heart i-is i-in th-them. It h-hurts h-him th-that y-you c-can’t s-see it.”

Daman was shocked, because it was as if the little angel boy was expressing what Daman couldn’t seem to make come out of his mouth. He was hurt, he loved Angel, and he felt like he could love his little Eko if he didn’t already. He couldn’t imagine being without either boy, and that scared him as much as the fact Angel didn’t see his love hurt him. He wasn’t used to needing people. He wasn’t used to needing anyone, and he didn’t like needing anyone. Maybe that was the problem, maybe he tried to prove to himself and to everyone around him so much that he needed no one to the extent of making it seem that he loved no one.

“Well, he doesn’t act like he loves me.”

“Y-yes h-he does.” Eko said, “H-he j-just t-told y-you to l-love me. B-because h-he kn-new you were h-hurting. H-he didn’t w-want to s-see y-your h-heart h-hurt. That sh-shows h-how m-much h-he l-loves y-you, even i-if he d-doesn’t sh-show y-you i-in o-other w-ways.”

“He’s right, Angel. I love you very much, since you’ve come into my home I’ve been happier then I have in hundreds of years.” Daman whispered softly, taking a few steps towards the two embracing one another. One hand slid into the soft fiery locks of Angel’s hair, stroking tenderly as he looked into Angel’s eyes. “I’m not used to … this.” Daman sighed softly, closing his eyes.

“Used to what?” Angel asked, looking guarded, as if at any moment he expected to be struck or wounded in some unforgivable and painful way.

“N-needing p-peop-ple.” Eko whispered, answering for Daman, the words that he’d been thinking moments before. Frowning slightly, the vampire eyed the smallest and newest member of his family. He was an astute little thing, or maybe there was more to him then he’d previously realized?

“You need me?” Angel asked quietly, uncertainty showing in his face.

“You know I do, Angel.” Daman replied, his heart twisting into knots at the realization that he was absolutely head over heals in love with the two men that stood before him. This wasn’t supposed to happen, he was their master, he owned them, he did not love them. Masters do not become Mated to their slaves, this was ridiculous. Yet he found himself verbally admitting it out loud, despite the fact he wanted to deny it. Eko’s presence made him want to spill his guts out. Since the day he’d first seen Angel, he’d had to have him. What Angel didn’t know is that it took quite a bit of haggling, and three times what he was worth to acquire him. He thought it had been a whim that had caused Daman to purchase him, but no, Daman had done everything shy of threatening his previous owner’s life to get him.

And Daman had no idea why. He’d looked at Angel and he’d had to have him in that moment. It was exactly the same way with Eko, he’d seen the angel boy and the need to possess him was so incredibly strong that had the slaver not already offered him to Daman, Daman would have raised the whole town to make sure he’d come home with him that night.

Maybe he had a thing for innocent and Jaded boys, or maybe there was just something unique and special about the two standing in front of him right now. He didn’t know, all he knew at this point was that it was out of his hands. He loved them, he needed them, and there was nothing he could do to convince himself otherwise any longer.

There was another possibility. A completely logical reason why he needed the boys, but Daman refused to think on that. It was impossible, unheard off.

No vampire had two mates.

Daman was pretty sure he’d never find his mate, but these two boys were the closest he was going to get and he’d be damned if either one of them slipped through his fingers because his communication skills sucked.

Wrapping his huge body about the embracing couple, Daman leaned his head down and kissed them each upon the top of the head. “I love you.” He murmured, his throat hoarse in a way he couldn’t stand. The coiling vulnerability in his stomach didn’t sit well with him, but he had little choice at this point, it was what it was.

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