Fan Fiction ❯ A Long Journey ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

“This sucks” Liol groans as he stalks into his room. After an hour at getting the shit kicked out of himself by his trainer, Liol was no calmer than he had been before. Liol walks up to Derniak, who happened to be asleep next to the slave quarter door.

    Liol stood above the dark-skinned man for a moment, foot tapping insistently, just to be sure that the guard wasn't `pretend' sleeping. Liol's brow twitches once, a scowl crossing his face as the man not so much as twitches. Kicking the slumbering man's leg, Liol glares down at the dark face that looks up at him with sleep fogged eyes.

    “I told you to guard the door.” Liol glares at Derniak as the infuriating man smirks.

    “Worry not, your little ones didn't' get out. I'm leaning on the crack. If the door opened just a bit, I would feel it and wake.” Yawing and arching his back with his arms above his head in an enticing manner, Derniak gazes up at Liol with eyes hooded by more than sleep.

    “You look absolutely delicious with your shirt open and your chest all sweaty…” Derniak murmurs as he slowly stands on graceful feet.

    “Go to my Father, you horn ball.” Liol says with mock disgust.

    “Are you really going to give that glistening body to those boys before you give that delicious ass to me? Your best friend since we've been boys?” Derniak asks as he saunters up to Liol, wrapping his arms about the other's slim waist to grab his ass.

    “Will you ever give?” Liol sighs, trying to swat Derniak's wondering hands.

    “No. I'm going to have you!” Derniak murmurs as he leans forward.

    “Right. I've got work to do, and you need to leave me alone.” Liol says as he pushes Derniak's chest.

    “You know, there's much to be had in a relation like this, between us.” Derniak says, a wide grin on his face as he grips Liol's ass and grinds against him. Derniak's grin becomes predatory as Liol's eye's flutter slightly before Liol pushes away a bit more firmly, wiggling out of his embrace. Derniak pouts as he watches Liol walk away.

    “Go. Find my Father. I'm tired. I smell. And I'm itchy with sweat. Bad combo.” Liol says as he walks to his personal bathing chamber. “And, if I know my Father, he'll be grumpy if he doesn't get his nightly fix of Dern-ass.”

    “Says I'm addicting, he does! Says I have a tighter hole than your Mum!” Derniak says with a laugh.

    “Ok! Enough of that!” Liol covers his ears and casts a vicious glare over his shoulder. “You really can keep that shit to yourself.” He grumbles

    “I just can't believe you're gonna give your virginity to those two boys and not me!” Derniak says with an exasperated sigh.

    Glaring at Derniak, Liol lets out an indignant sigh. “I am no virgin, let me assure you! I am far from it!” Derniak just grins, giving him “The look”. The one that pretty much says you're full of shit.

    “Oh, forget you!” Liol grumbles as he turns back around and walks into the adjoined room, slamming the door closed behind him.

***

    Keiji slowly sits up from his cocoon of warm blankets, looking at Des Faus sitting on the floor next to the only other bed in the tiny room.

    “You sleep too much. You're just lucky the Young Master hasn't come for us. Now, get up and get dressed. Then make your bed.” Says Des Faus, disinterestedly. Keiji glares at the other boy before flopping back in bed and burrowing back under the pile of blankets.

    “If the Mas-”

    “Oh, be quiet! You're nothing but a whipped dog! Master this, Master that. Who cares about him?! Not me, that's who,” Keiji grumbles as he covers his head with the flat pillow.

    “You're gonna get flogged and when you do, don't come to me!”

    “They only flog slaves!” Keiji snaps, huffing in frustration.

    “And what are you?” Des Faus asks glaring at Keiji's huddled form. “A slave, that's what! So just accept it and get over it!”

    “I am Not!” Keiji yells, sitting up quickly to glare at Faus. “I am no slave! I'm a Prince! I am Prince Keiji from Lord Kyle out of Mistress Querida, and I will be treated as one!” Keiji looks away, forcing his tears to stay put.

    “When will you wake up, you stupid brat!? You were caught, sold, and presented! You're as much of a slave as any I've seen!” Faus snarls, gazing at Keiji with a heated stare.

    “You don't know what it is you speak!”
    “I do boy! You think we were all born slaves? Do you think that we do this out of choice? Give our freedom to some pansy who wants to shove his cock up our arse? Do you really think that's what I want, what any of us want?” Faus asks, glaring at Keiji as the young boy looks down at the blanket being fiddled with his pale fingers.

    “You're a slave now. You're gonna have to get that through your head! If the Master has a fetish for little brats and tells you to go to his bed, then you have to go to his bed! That's the way it is here. It doesn't matter what you were before, only what you are now. And you're a slave.

    “Now get out of bed and get your scrawny arse dressed. I'm not geoing to get punished because you're lazy!” Faus grumbles, turning away from Keiji's small form.

    “But I don't want to. I want to go home.” Keiji murmurs softly, tears welling in his eyes. Sighing dejectedly, Faus gets up and plops down next to Keiji. Picking the boy up out of the folds of blankets, Faus sets the small boy on his lap, rubbing his back, remembering how his mother would do that to him every time he fell out of a tree or skinned an elbow.

    “I understand it's a lot to take in. But the quicker you do, the better your change of survival. And maybe, if you please the Master… you will get your freedom…”

    “You think?” Keiji asks, voice muffled where his face is buried in Faus' chest.

    “Yeah…” Faus says with a grimace. “Maybe your dad will find ya before then…” Faus jerks back as Keiji suddenly bounces back, a huge smile on his face.

    “You believe me, don't you!? That my Father will come for me!”

    “Yeah, whatever kid.” Faus says, looking away from the boy in his lap.

    “Maybe I'll get Father to take you with us!” Keiji says, eyes bright and smile not diminishing with Faus' grunt of disbelief.

    “Dress!” Faus orders suddenly, pointing at the dresser.

    “Fine, fine.” Keiji says as he climbs off of Faus.

***

    “So, Derniak. What should I do with them?” Liol asks, smirking as Derniak limps over to him. “Rough night?”

    “Ha ha, funny guy.” Derniak grumbles, giving Liol a mock glare. “Master Irving was very thorough. He almost ripped me in two with that hu-”

    “Shut up!” Liol snaps, walking away from his smirking guard. “You so didn't have to go into grotesque detail.”

    “You started it.” Derniak smirks. “His thick cock, pounding into my sore hole…” Derniak purrs, eyes nearly glowing with mirth.

    “Quiet!” Liol grounds, arm swinging out to strike whatever is in front of him. Looking down at the soft cry of pain, Liol sneers at the curled boy clutching his white head at his feet.

    “Oh, do shut up.” Liol sighs with exasperation, eyes narrowing as the boy lets out another set of whimpers. Reaching down to grab Keiji by the hair, Liol jerks the boy up on his knees, twisting his shivering body to face him.

    “Silence.” Liol snarls, glaring at the cringing face.

    Keiji glares defiantly at the larger man, not taking his red eyes away from Liol's face. Keiji feels a distinct sinking sensation in his stomach as he notices Faus crouch lower in his kneeling position.

    “You don't like to take orders do you brat? Well, that's all right. You'll learn soon enough.” Liol states with a blistering calm, eyes cold and hard. “Derniak, take the boy to the lounge. I'll be there soon enough.” Derniak nods his head, grabbing Keiji's elbow to pull him to his feet.

***

    You should have kept quiet, boy. The most that could have happened was a thorough yelling. Now you're going to get flogged. You caught Liol on a bad day.” Derniak says as he leads Keiji out of the large house. Following a small stone trail that leads to the large courtyard. Walking up to a little white building off on its own, surrounded by trees.

    “No…” Keiji murmurs as he jerks his arm weakly against Derniak's sure grip.

    “If you don't fight, the punishment won't be as severe. Liol may be an arrogant ass but he isn't cruel. If you cooperate, he's more likely to forgive you.” Derniak gazes down at Keiji from the corner of his eye, sighing mentally at the small, pale face and the frightened wide eyes.

    “Don't worry much. Liol doesn't have that strong of a stroke. And he isn't one for hurting kids. Or at least one that looks like a little brat.” Derniak grins down at Keiji, as the kid glares up at him. “If looks could kill.” Stepping up to the door, Derniak pulls Keiji into the dark room within, shutting the door so the temptation to bolt won't overwhelm the frightened child.

    Walking up to one of the pillars holding the cloth that covers the walls and ceiling, he waves his free hand over a design resembling the motion of wind. A painful spark runs down his arm, the hairs standing on end. Slowly the black marks glow a soft blue, and the pillar glows a soft white. As the colors brighten, the three other pillars located in each corner of the room begin to softly glow, the symbol on each different than the last.

    In the center of the room, stands a large table and two chairs, standing high from the ground. Pulling Keiji to the table, Derniak picks him up, setting his small form on the edge of the cold stone.

    “Now, you will sit here and we shall wait for the Lord to come.” Derniak says, stepping behind Keiji. Watching as Keiji's small body shivers as if cold, Derniak sighs softly.

    “When Liol comes in, keep your head bowed. Do not speak if it can be helped. If a question, if any come, can be answered with a yes or no, say as such. But if he wants a more in depth answer, do not bide or time, the more time of his you waist, the more you shall be punished.” Derniak smiles sadly as the boy nods his head, clutching his hands in his lap.