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Slave to Love Ch. 01

By: sachiaiko



Welcome to my world! As always, here comes the disclaimer. You just can't live without those, can you? My stories are almost always fantasy based, (vampires and werewolves and angels, Oh my!) and this one is no different. This story holds strong BDSM themes as well as Slavery. Mind you, my depiction of Slavery is *not* real life based, it is fantasy, my idea of what real slavery might be like in my fantasy world. If you choose to get into the real world scene, do your research, make sure you have safewords and stay completely safe. That said, if none of the above bothers you, enjoy the first installment of "Slave to Love".

Eko cowered down in the corner of the well kept yet dusty corral, trying to hide his tiny form amidst the crowd of milling slaves. Yes, slaves. He had no way of knowing how he'd ended up in the city of Shalei, but one thing Eko was absolutely certain of: This was nothing even remotely similar to the world he came from. 

He'd gone to sleep in the Utopia of home, where there truly was little to no violence, children were raised in a communal setting, with not one or two parents but a mass of adults that helped and loved each and every child. The sky was a pale lavender purple, the moon a deep glowing red, and the trees had leaves the color of the richest most beautiful emeralds ever to grace the hand of the most wealthy and prestigious Lady. Utopia. Eko had never really understood what Utopia meant, because all he'd ever known was peace, laughter, gentle parents and friends, and a sense of always belonging.

And he was ripped from all of that, from his happiness, from the certainty of a future into the uncertainty of a world where people sold people for amusement and gain, where rape was non existent if it was forced upon a slave, where he had no rights, no choices, and no chance to have protected himself from the Slavers and their whips and cattle prods. 

Eko's head snapped up as two men approached the edge of the corral, eyes locked on his tiny form curled as low to the ground as possible. One was a slaver, Eko recognized him, but the other was no one he'd ever seen before, and he was most certainly the largest man he'd ever seen, so tall he towered over all those around.

"... and you're certain that this is a purchase I wont regret?" the man who spoke, the new one, he had the most incredible deep green eyes, and shoulder length auburn hair that seemed to gleam like spun rubies in the weak light of the late evening sun. His skin was pale and he had the most kind, almost gentle smile.

The slaver was quick to placate the large man as Eko watched out of the corners of his eyes and focused on listening into the conversation. "This one is nothing like the last one I sent to you." The slaver said hurriedly, "This one is very shy, he has not be used yet nor have we put him through any training what so ever, when I laid eyes on him I thought of you immediately!" The vile Slaver brightened, beaming at the large man who simply ignored him, moving along the edge of the corral towards Eko.

"He really is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen." The big man said, speaking about him as though he wasn't even present. "How'd you get him?"

"He was taken on a short expedition to a peaceful world. We decided to only take one specimen, so we did so at night when they were asleep. They probably think this one ran away in the middle of the night. If he turns out to be good slave material we might go back to take more. What do you think of his wings, Master Daman?"

"Stunning," Master Daman sounded distracted, and Eko glanced up to see what held his attention only to find himself staring into those intense emerald green eyes. He felt captured for just a moment, like the proverbial deer in headlights, and slowly the Masters lips curved upwards into a slight smile and Eko tore his gaze away, staring down at the dusty ground beneath him as he focused on breathing, bringing the softness of his multi-hued feathered wings around his tiny body in a protective manner. "Bring him here." Daman commanded gently, then held up his hand, "Never mind, I'll go to him." Moments later he'd climbed over the wooden fencing and dropped to the ground beside Eko, kneeling down to get closer to eye level with him.

"Hello, little one." His tone was soft, but Eko cowered away from him and looked down and away, pretending he wasn't being spoken too. "How long have you been in Shalei?" he murmured, and Eko swallowed hard, fear a cold knot in his stomach.

"Th-three days, S-sir." He stammered out quietly.

"Three days, humm? Have you been touched at all during your stay here?" Daman wanted to know if he'd been misused in any way, but Eko didn't quite understand what kind of answer he wanted.

"Th-that Slaver h-hit me." He whimpered, turning his face away and blushing. "I didn't move fast enough."

Daman cut a glance towards the Slaver, who seemed bright red at the comment the slave had made, and then looked back at Eko. His hand came up to carefully brush the silken lavender-streaked black locks from his delicate face, then lifted his head by the chin so he could look into the most beautiful pale lavender eyes he'd ever seen. "I'll take him." Daman said, then released his chin and began to get to his feet, taking his newly acquired slave by the arm and pulling him up to his full height, which couldn't have been more then just under five feet to Daman's nearly Giant's Status. "Go draw up the paper work; I'm taking him home with me now." 

"Surely, Master Daman." The slaver turned and scampered off, gathering the papers he'd been presumptuous enough to have had drawn up before Daman ever even saw the slave Eko. 

Eko was silent while the humiliating exchange took place. He stood at Daman's side, and the large man never once removed his hand from the back of his neck. While it wasn't a cold touch, it was decidedly possessive, and Eko didn't like the idea of being possessed by anyone. He was his own man, he wanted to be his own man, and he felt uncertain and nervous about what he would be expected to do as the slave of this strange Master.

The walk back to what would become his new home was equally humiliating, as the Slaver had fastened a simple collar around his delicate neck, and handed a leash to his Master by which Eko was forced to be lead about as if he were some sort of animal. Nothing could have been more embarrassing, and he found the beautiful wings he was so proud of dragging on the ground, drooping with his misery until he was lead into a large and lovely home and handed over to an elderly woman to be properly "Groomed and readied."

"Donae ye be too scared of tha Master there, young one." She said briskly as she dragged him swiftly down the marble floored hallway, and then nearly pushed him through a huge doorway into what might have been considered a bathroom.

Eko paused slightly, his huge eyes gazing around the palace-like room he was engulfed in. Everything was opulent, rich, lovely and large and overwhelming. Rose and gold and pale cream were the soothing colors that met his sense of sight, and as the woman leaned down to turn the faucet on the bathtub he couldn't help but notice that it was a good three times bigger then anything he'd ever seen. It took quite some time to find his tongue after seeing where he was to live, and the entire time the kindly older woman continues to fuss around with the faucet, water, towels and soaps, sniffing each one delicately as if unable to decide what to smother him in.

"I-is he g-going to h-hurt me?" he whispered to the woman finally, unable to keep his voice from stammering and stumbling over his tongue in a manner that had him utterly ashamed and blushing profusely.

"Oooh, Aye, prolly so." The woman commented in a nonchalant manner without looking up, as if his question was of little consequence, or if hurting wasn't such a big deal.

Eko paled, he actually felt the blood chased away from his face by panic as it went to other parts of his body, and he thought for certain he was white as a cloud. The elder woman looked up; grinning as she placed her chosen soap on the edge of the tub, but her face fell when she saw Eko's terror streaked face. "Oooh, child, donae be so frightened. He's a good man, our Master is. I be promising ye, he'll be takin' a fine care of one so lovely as yerself." She came up to him, curling an arm around his tiny form, pressing him close to her side. "He's jes got some interestin' tastes in bed play." The look on Eko's face became even more terrified. He'd never done any 'bed play' let alone tried the interesting sorts.

The elderly lady chuckled softly; patting his cheek then gripped his chin and turned his face to hers. "Ye be listenin', and ye listen right'n'good." She started out firmly. "Tha Master, he be a good sort, but he can be right'n'proper frightenin' if you fight 'em. Treat 'em good, an' you'll be treated with more gentleness than ye would from most other Masters. He cares fer us all, right and true, right and true. Fed, clothed, with a nice place ta sleep and warm cozy fire an' the care of a wonderful Master. This ol' one couldna ask fer anythin' more from her life. You mind me well, donae be so frightened, he can be frightenin', he might hurt ye, but he will always care fer ya afterwards." She let go of Eko's chin, and he nodded hesitantly, swallowing hard.

"Is it horrible?" he asked her quietly as she began to help him undress. He was so stunned that she had her hands all over his body that for a moment he allowed her, and then he blushed and made a little sound as he fought to cover himself up and she shoved his hands aside.

"Oooh, I'd say nae." She told him, working his pants open while idly shoving his protective hands away again and again. "Might be a bit painful tha first few times, an' he does feel partial ta spankin's and tha like, but I be thinkin' you'll be enjoyin' it more then hatin' it, child." She finally got him completely naked and pushed him towards the tub, watching as he slipped into the water with comforting eyes.

"So lovely ye are." She commented after scrubbing all of his bare skin completely and totally clean, much to Eko's embarrassment, even doing the parts of him he'd only ever touched himself. She was brisk and efficient, not paying mind that she was touching his penis, just doing her job without thinking twice about it. "Truly, alla this black hair, falling down to your knees, with these lavender streaks, just tha same color as your eyes. So lovely. Did tha guild go an' be dying your hair when ye got there?" she asked quietly.

"No m-ma'am. That's h-how my hair g-grows" he said, and when her eyes glanced immediately to his lavender streaked groin she made an appreciative sound, nodding her head. "It is a r-rare color even among m-my p-people." He whispered quietly, fighting back tears as she worked conditioner into his hair.

"Aye, aye," she murmured, then touched his wings, causing them to shiver and rain water drops across the bathtub's surface. "An' these wings, can ye fly, child?" Eko found himself nodding mutely, "Truly fly? They be so beautiful. Tha Master prolly has ideas about them wings." She commented, "All them colors fluttering across the surface, like an oil slick, just amazin' I be telling ye for sure." She continued talking, and then rinsed his hair out; giving him blessed silence for an all too brief moment. 

When the bath was finished, she ushered him out of the tub and wrapped him in a warm fluffy towel, drying him and wrapping his long hair up to pile atop his head. "See tha table over there, young one? Go lay down on it." She pointed to the soft padded table and Eko nodded his head, lying down gingerly on his back, his heart pounding in his chest. What would come next? He had no idea, but he would soon find out.

Moments passed and then the older woman returned carrying a little tub of what she told him was hot wax. This went by with no concern that is until the woman began slathering the warm stuff all over his sensitive groin area, getting his hairs all sticky. "Be still now, child, this will only sting a moment." She pressed something to the wax, and then with a quick yank, jerked all of his hair out causing him to cry out in pain.

Hands immediately went down to protect the rest of his precious pubic hair as he gazed at her with wide eyed terror. "Why!?" he wailed quietly, precariously close to tears. 

She simply patted his cheek and smiled, "Tha master likes ye clean an' smooth. Now move your hand, child, I needs ta finish my work an' then get ye to his rooms for viewin'." It took some struggling, but she finally got his entire body to go completely hairless, and by the time she was done, Eko's eyes stung with unshed tears from the sharp stinging pain of it. 

"There there, child, its nae so bad, take a deep breath." She said, brushing out his hair, then turning him around and around to make certain she'd missed not a spot on the poor young man. "Ye'll find ya likes being with Master." She told him, and Eko only looked down, fear causing his tongue to stop working all together. He had that problem.

"Shh... come now, ye be followin' me lil one." She led him by the hand through the open doors, and Eko paused, stalling at the doorway and shaking his head. 

"I'm n-not c-clothed!" he whimpered, "I c-can't walk a-around without c-clothes on!"

"Oooh, ye be walkin' round without clothes on most tha time here in this house, tha Master doesn't like clothes." She told him seriously, and Eko's mouth dropped open, going dry. "Donae ya worry, ya wont be tha only one without clothes on." She said, then tugged him out into the hallway and began leading him.

Eko couldn't help but try and cover himself as best he could as he passed slaves, some of whom were dressed, and some of whom were not. It didn't matter, however, Eko was naked, and that's what mattered. In fact, it was ALL that mattered. His free hand kept covering up his cock as best he could, and his cheeks were so warm he was certain he could light up a room with his blush alone.

"How ol' are ye, young one?" the woman, who'd never introduced herself by name Eko realized, asked him. 

"I've s-seen e-eighteen sum-mmers." He whispered softly, his eyes locked on the floor, not wanting everyone about to see his utter humiliation.

"Ahh, so young." She mused quietly, then stopped so suddenly that Eko actually bumped into her back, stumbling, wings fluttering to catch his balance. "Here we be!" she said, and then rapped on the door three times.

"Send him in!" came the call, and the woman turned to Eko, straightening his hair, patting his cheek then nodded.

"Ye goes in 'lone now, young one." She said quietly, "Ye jes be compliant, behave as tha Master orders, and remember that no matter what he does, he will be taken good care o' ye." She opened the door and ushered the Eko in, then snapped it quickly shut so he couldn't change his mind.

Eko stood with his back and wings pressed tightly to the door, his eyes sweeping the darkly lit room even more gloriously appointed then the bathroom had been. His heart hammered painfully against his chest, an every present *THUMP* *thump* *THUMP* *thump* that he couldn't control. A shadow moved out of the corner of his eye, and Eko made a soft whimpered sound deep in the back of his throat as he pressed himself more fully to the firmly shut door.

Master Daman walked towards his new slave, so frightened, his lovely lavender eyes looking much like he'd been caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. Daman was that truck, at least in Eko's mind, of that he was certain. The truth was however that Daman liked that look. He enjoyed the fear that fluttered across those beautiful amethyst eyes. It made him want to take the sprite of a boy into his arms and drink in the scent of that fear, taste it on his lips, smell it on his skin.

However, Daman knew better then to move to quickly with one like this. Years of practice had taught him well, if you move to fast you can break the slave and that just isn't what he had in mind, especially for sweet little Eko.

Sliding his eyes in a blatant show of approval, Daman nodded his head and then a flicker of a smile fluttered across his face. "Come here, Eko." His voice rumbled forth.

Eko glanced up, quick panicked motions, his eyes flickering from place to place and all the while pointedly missing his new Masters face and eyes. So afraid, he was, that he completely forgot what he'd been commanded, and in response didn't move or budge an inch from his position plastered with his back to the door.

Frowning, Daman shook his head. "I said..." he growled, "Come. Here."

Eko gave a terrified little whimper and then scampered forward, staring pointedly at his Masters chest, not knowing what else to do. 

Fingers slowly curled about the edge of Eko's chin, and Daman lifted his face so he could look down into the personification of innocent. "Good." He murmured, his other hand coming up to stroke along the satin-soft locks of his new slaves hair, petting much like he would a spooked animal. Soothing. 

It had the desired effect as well, Daman noted, as his slave took a deep shuddering breath and let it out in a slow whoosh of air. 

"So frightened, shhh, little one, shhh." Daman whispered, continuing to stroke his hair, pet him gently, "We have much to talk about tonight so I wont expect to much from you on our first encounter." He told Eko, nudging his chin a bit, "Look up at me, don't close your eyes little one. I want to see those beautiful lavender eyes. You must always look into my face and eyes unless I instruct you otherwise." He began, smiling a little bit.

Eko nodded his head slowly, and then his small pink tongue darted out to wet his lips nervously, making Daman want to follow that trail with his own tongue and taste that sweetness, that untouched uncharted sweetness. Managing to hold back from such an action, he was not however able to stop himself from running his thumb over the fullness of the boys' lower lip, so incredibly soft and pliant. 

"Your life has changed, Eko." He began his instruction, still petting him right where they stood in the middle of the room. "You are no longer a free agent, you are owned by me." Daman watched as fear, anger, humiliation and then resignation all flashed in those beautiful lavender eyes and he felt a pang. Such a lovely creature, stolen from his home, his life, and taken to this new world where he would be made to do things he probably never considered let a lone thought about doing to himself. 

"A-and y-you'll hurt me." Eko stammered out, surprising Daman.

"Yes, sometimes I will." Daman agreed readily enough, only to be greeted by more terror and helplessness in the small creature's eyes. "But that wont be all, Eko. You belong to me, so you will need to learn to find pleasure in my pleasure. If you please me, you should be proud of yourself. If you make me happy, you should be happy. If you follow my orders perfectly, or do your very best, you should be proud of your accomplishments. When you do well, when you please me, I will reward you." Like a pet, the words went unspoken but Eko thought them, and so did Daman.

"Tonight you will get taught the basics, and we shall see how you do." Daman continued, smiling a little smile. "I want you to stay absolutely still. You will do what I tell you the moment I tell you to do it. No matter what I do to you, you will remain still and accept the touch of your Master. Do I make myself clear, Eko?" his words spilled fear down along Eko's spine, and he nodded wordlessly, his mouth gone dry for fear of what would happen next.

Releasing Eko's face and hair, Daman took a single step back, allowing his gaze to travel down the form of his new possession. Without thought, Eko raised his hands to cover his groin, and Daman slapped his hands away. "You will never cover yourself from my gaze." He hissed in a steely voice. "This is not your body anymore, it's mine. I can do with it what I want." Simple as that, though Eko couldn't quite force his mind to wrap around the concept.


Slave to Love Ch. 01



Daman reached out, his fingertips lightly sliding over the lifeless member between the younger mans legs, and when he did, Eko made the most painful helpless sound deep in the back of his throat. It was almost a whimper, but it held a hint of something worse, as if the touch pained him though Daman knew logically he'd been supremely gentle. Hence, the touch could have only brought humiliation up in his sweet slave's body. "You'll learn to always be hard and wanting for me, sweet Eko. When you touch yourself, do you think more often of men or women?" he asked, watching with amusement as those eyes snapped up to his own, embarrassment on every line of his face.

"I... I… don't like girls." He finally managed to get out, his cheeks flushing a deep delicate crimson. Daman smiled.

"Look back up into my face, Eko. I want to see your embarrassment." He told him, watching as Eko struggled to obey and do as he was told. "This is a good thing, because you will not be allowed to touch or be touched by anyone but myself, or anyone I loan you too." He told his slave, "Though I might find amusement in teaching you to please females despite your body's choice."

Daman began to curl his fingers around the warm flesh beneath his fingers, and Eko fought hard not to close his eyes or cower away from the touch. His breath caught in his throat and purely physical pleasure sparked a response to the stroke. He felt with intense humiliation his cock beginning to grow and firm beneath that warm touch, and he watched with tears stinging the back of his eyes as Daman's lips twitched into that almost-smile he seemed to be partial too.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Daman whispered to his slave, and Eko swallowed hard, nodding his head. "Has anyone ever touched you like this before?" he asked, to which Eko wordlessly shook his head, sending his soft black and lavender locks flying in all directions. Just as suddenly as he'd begun, Daman released the length of the boys cock, bringing his hands up to stroke over his belly and hips. 

Eko had to fight himself to keep from pulling away form the touch, and he couldn't stop the sound of surprised dismay as those fingers scratches red trails along his pristine flesh and even louder when those fingers pinched and tugged at his sensitive little nipples. He wanted to close his eyes, he wanted to hide, to crawl away and hide under the bed, but he could do nothing but stand still, eyes open and locked on his master's admittedly beautiful face and accept the unwanted undesired touches. This was not how Eko had expected his first sexual experience to go, and soon each breath was hard to draw in and let out, the tightening from both physical pleasure and emotional anguish.

Eko was so confused. Daman watched that confusion slide over his face, watched the blushes spread, watched his eyes glisten and glaze when he did something that the boy liked in particular, and he watched as the desire to draw away fluttered across Eko's face when he did those pleasurable things. The sensations were simply so foreign, and the man giving them to him was a stranger. Daman loved that the boy was so incredibly innocent, that he'd never had hand laid on him before, because it meant that he could be present for every new thing, it mean he could watch the surprise and excitement and fear cross over his face. 

Moving behind him, Daman began to stroke his fingers over the boy's wings. They were soft, so incredibly downy soft, and as he trailed the feathers, over the delicate bones that made the structure up, he heard a sound from his tender little pet. A sigh, not a pained sigh, but one of pleasure. A real sigh of pleasure. "You like that?" he whispered, stepping in close so his body nestled right in between the two huge feathered wings.

"Y-yes, M-master. It f-feels good." Came the soft reply, his eyes falling closed since Daman was behind him and couldn't see.

Daman continued to stroke and fondle along the wings, and as his hands began to get closer and closer to the bases where they met his back, Eko began to draw in sharper little breaths. He was clearly beginning to get excited, and Daman was willing to bet that his sweet pets face was bright red with reaction. "This feels different down here at the base of your wings then the other parts, doesn't it Eko?" he whispered in against the nape of his neck. Eko nodded softly, swallowing audibly. "Feels good?" Daman pressed.

"Y-yess..." Eko stammered the word out, letting it end in a soft hiss of pleasure as Daman leaned his head down and placed a heavenly nip along the tender flesh where his back met wing.

Reaching around his little slave, Daman gripped his shaft in one firm hand. His slave moaned, leaning back against him, his wings fluttering in a way that had Daman buffeted in buttery softness. His cock was hard, hard as a rock, and Daman realized this was something truly special about his young slave. "Does all of your kind feel this way when you touch the base of their wings?" 

"Y-yes, Master... it's a v-very s-special place. T-touching there i-in public m-means your mated." He whispered, swallowing hard and gazing down at the ground. He was getting really worked up, never having been touched like this before, never having this manner of intense sexual excitement. It was almost more then he could handle, and Daman, unaware of how sensitive his wings were, still touched, stroked, and then began to lick and nibble at them gently. 

Moans and groans soon began to escape, much to Daman's excitement. Touching the wings, he was certain it would just be a horrible tease to his little pet, so he held tight to the boys cock but did not stroke it, wanting to be absolutely certain he didn't over do it. The more he teased those wings, the more intense those sounds became and after a moment, he finally got the response he was looking for.

"P-please..." came the soft hesitant words, "S-so sensitive..." he whispered, shaking his head and biting his lower lip. "Scared. Master, p-please!"

"You're scared?" Daman breathed, "I haven't done anything to you yet, young one, I haven't hurt you yet." His free hand crept in a slow line down the boys back to slide over the gentle swell of his ass. He had an absolutely perfect ass, soft and warm beneath his fingertips, and when he touched Eko jumped and trembled, clearly anxious.

"Y-yes, s-scared." He stammered out again, nodding his head frantically. When Daman's hand spread the boys ass and began to probe and touch along one of his most intimate places, Eko cried out and humiliation washed through him, coursing through him like a living thing and coiling in his belly, tightening and terrifying him beyond all coherent thought. "Please no. Please!" he begged, and Daman drew back his hand.

Eko thought for sure he was safe, but a split second later that hand came back and slapped hard over his ass. "I will touch you everywhere and anywhere I want, Pet. You belong to me." He growled, then suddenly picked Eko up and carried him to a soft plush lounge chair.

Taking a seat, Daman positioned the boy face down so he lay over his lap, and he struggled to get comfortable with his hard cock pressed to Daman's thigh. He didn't want the evidence of his arousal pressed against his new master, it was too horrifying a thought to even consider, but every time he tried to move, Daman would simply hold him still. "D-don't h-hurt me, p-please M-master, p-please!" he wailed, and Daman ignored his please, his wailing.

Well that's not entirely true, he didn't ignore it, he savored it. The sound of fear on the little ones tongue was sweet nectar to drink down and relish. "Eko. I am only going to ask you this once. It's something that you'll have to learn on your own, but I'm going to ask you to consider and try to do this for me because it will make things so much easier." He began slowly, stroking his palm over the sweet warmth of the boy's ass. "Trust me. It may sound difficult, it may even sound impossible. But if you can learn to trust that you're precious to me, my precious slave, my pet, that I don't want to do you real damage, things will become much easier. I will teach you how to enjoy the things I do to you, but it will be harder unless you trust me. I'm not a cruel master; I'm not half as bad as the other men out there that could have snatched you up before I could take you home with me. Have you seen anyone in my home that did not look content and happy?" His words held a hint of compassion, kindness, and Eko had to stop and ponder.

He'd seen naked and clothed slaves, he'd even seen one that was being punished for some crime or another, but when thinking back on the faces of each slave, Eko couldn't truly say he saw any miserable person. Everyone seemed well fed, happy, and Eko was miserable, he was truly miserable. So frightened, so anguished, so terrified inside at the idea of what will happen to him. "I d-don't want to have s-sex." He stammered out suddenly, voicing his concern.

"That's not your choice any more, it's my choice." Daman countered, and without another word Eko began to cry. Soft crystalline tears that rolled down those fair cheeks of his. The boy was breakable, so tender and innocent inside. He could break him at the drop of a hat and the realization made Daman consider how he could train the boy. He truly didn't want to shatter his soul, he wanted him to be happy and he wanted himself to be happy – both could happen but it would take finesse and tenderness, two things Daman hadn't really worked on for quite some time in his life.

"I will make you a deal." Daman said, continuing to stroke over the boy's rump while his free hand slid up to fondle and caress the wing bases. "You will do the very best you can to please me. You will follow my orders, you will accept your punishments, and you will trust in my teaching you and your body the pleasures and pains that I have to show you – and I will not take you until you ask for it. I will not rape you." Daman knew he was putting himself on the line as much as the boy, he knew that to give him so much control over what happened to himself opened his own heart up to the boys needs, his desires, it opened his heart to loving the little angel, but ... he knew inside he could never rape the boy anyhow. He never was good at out and out rape, he liked his partners to cry, but he wanted them to reach for him afterwards. Twisted logic, mayhap, but it was how he thought none the less.

Eko sniffled softly, turning his head so he could look up at his Master. "W-will you touch m-me *there*?" he whispered.

"Yes, I'll touch you there; I'll even put things inside of you. But I will not force my cock inside of your ass without you wanting it there. Are you going to try trusting me?" he murmured, and after a moment Eko nodded his head and made another adorable sniffling sound that pulled at Daman's heart-strings. "Good!" he said, giving Eko a smile. "Very good. You work hard, and I know you won't disappoint me, Eko."

Reaching down to the side of the chair Daman opened a small toy chest that was situated just within Eko's view. Glancing down, the boy could see every toy and implement of torture that he had at his immediate disposal. His hand stroked, gentle, teasingly raking fingernails over that soft rump, and then suddenly he drew back and came down with a sharp intense spanking.

Eko wasn't expecting it, having grown used to and even comfortable with the stroking and teasing over that part of his body, that when the spanking came he nearly leapt off his lap with a cry torn from his throat. "Ooow!!" he yelped, and Daman chuckled. 

"Hush up, take your spankings." And another came, jerking the boy's hips and partially hard member against his thigh, rubbing it pointedly and causing mixed reactions from the boy. Pain and humiliation warred with pleasure, and he fought to keep himself from crying again. Another sudden slap came down, and the jarring of it, the strength of it pushed Eko against his new Masters thigh, sending his cock grinding and sparks of pleasure dancing behind his eyes despite the pain. A broken moan, a whimper and a stifled sob escapes, and Daman began to just gently strokes his hands over the aching soreness of his rump again.

"Good, shhh, breath, that's it little one." The murmurs came soft, and Eko couldn't help but want more of that comforting sound. He was just so scared and nervous, and he ached inside and out, but he wanted to be comforted and Daman's voice was all he had to cling to. He choked back another sob, then shook with his arousal and humiliation and the pain in his rump. A moment passed and Daman drew back for another sharp smack, hitting him hard enough to jerk him forward once more, rubbing him pointedly against that thigh once more, and this time the moan came louder, sharper as it mingled with the pain of the slap.

It wasn't too bad, not really. It was a spanking, nothing that should make him cry and yet it DID make him cry. Cry and whimper, plead silently and writhe in his Masters lap. And it was all so beautiful to his new Master. Daman wanted the sweet little angel in his power to cling to him and beg for more, he wanted him to find that line where pain becomes pleasure and all was good. He wanted the little creature to mewl and whimper and beg to be taken. Time. It would take time.

The spankings came, one at a time and between each a soft word, gentle murmur and a tender stroking over the little ones body. He looked so tender as he cried, as he pleaded. Each slap jerked him forward, rubbing him against Daman's thigh, and by the end of a half hour, his ass was so sore he knew he'd have a hard time sitting on it, but at the same time his cock was so hard it ached and Eko needed release so badly he didn't know what to do. 

Hand on his rump, Daman began to slowly push his hips forward, using the position he'd chosen to heighten that sense of need, that unending spiral of desire that Eko was feeling. A free hand slid down, stroking between his wings, an action that had him catching his breath, and when that hand began to circle the fleshy part of his wingbases Eko was moaning loud again despite the heat of pain in his ass. A slap! Quick, sharp, the sound resounding off the walls of the large room, bouncing from place to place only to remind Eko of where he was, cause him to writhe, and feel the humiliating burn of shame as the spanking wasn't enough to doused the flames of arousal and need that still tore through his small form.

"You're so, so excited, little one." Daman murmured, "I feel it each time I spank you. Do you know how proud I am of you, Eko? No sweet one? You don't? Oooh little bird I'm so proud of you, take a deep breath, that's it, now let it out slowly..." SLAP! Another quick spanking, hard, unyielding, and Eko cried out as his hands searched for purchase and his cock lept and throbbed helplessly against Daman's thigh. His new Master clenched his fingers about his wingbases, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure down his spine to settle in his belly and coil in his groin. Climax was close, so close, so, so damned close.

"Don't make me, please don't make me." Eko wailed finally, knowing where this was going. He was going to be forced to humiliate himself for his new Master. He was going to be forced to and past that brink a brink he'd barely gone to with himself let alone with another person present. 

"Shhh, it's not so bad, Eko. I promise." Daman nearly purred the words out. He didn't want to break the little birds soul, but he wanted it, in fact he was so hard with his need he could barely breathe but he couldn't just out and out rape the angelic creature. He had to take things slow. Damn! Damn, damn, damn!! It wasn't fair. He lifted Eko up in his arms then, slowly, shifting him on his lap so he could rest his back to Daman's chest. His hands came down and spread the Angel's legs so they straddled Daman's, opening him to the room, and Eko mewed out his discomfort. His ass was red and sore, bruised mightily. Daman wouldn't have hit him so hard and so many times but the sight of him writhing and the feel of him so hard was more then he could bare, he couldn't stop himself.

The price one pays for being to adorable in the presence of a brutal and loving Master, mayhap.

Buffeted by the softness of Eko's wings, Daman looked over the little creatures shoulder, down the long line of his beautiful body to the cock that was so hard and bright purple pressed to his belly. Eko may not realize it, but Daman did. He needed release or he'd be in more pain the next day than he'd ever experienced in that part of his body. What he did was a blessing more then a curse, though the Angel wouldn't agree with him on that most likely. Daman took one of Eko's hands in his, the small thing trembling with uncertainty, his chest heaving with excitement and fear. Daman could taste those things on him, his scent thick – it only made it harder for him to concentrate. No one should smell this good. No one had the right to smell this good!

He curled Eko's fingers around his own aching cock, his nose nuzzling at the Angel's neck softly. "I know you've done it before." Daman purred softly, "Tell me, Eko, have you touched yourself before?"

"Y-yes." Eko stammered out, his voice breaking on his sob and his eyes falling shut as he held himself in a tight grip.

"And it felt good?" Daman murmured.

"Y-yes." Eko said again, trying to hold back his helpless tears.

"Show me." Daman's voice came out like an auditory caress, like music, like Mozart or Bach. Sweet and beautiful and deceptively mundane.

Daman watched as Eko, with trembling hand, began to stroke himself, holding his length awkwardly with an audience watching, as if he'd never held onto his cock before in his life. "I c-cant." Eko whimpered out, frightened and tense, unable to get himself to perform the way his Master wanted.

"Yes you can." Daman's hand returned to cover Eko's, guiding him, leading him, forcing him to stroke the length of his own member again, and again, and again, and again. Each stroke drew whimpers, moans, sharp breathes and soon Eko couldn't help but rock his hips and writhe in time with each and every stroke. "Tell me what you want, Eko." Daman whispered in his ear, and the little Angel cried out, his head falling back to rest against Daman's broad chest.

"Tell me." Daman whispered again, when no answer was forthcoming.

"D-don't..." Eko cut himself off with a moan, soft and pure and sweet.

"Don't what?

"D-don't... D-don't ... don't s-stop." He stammered out again, mewing his unease and fear and discomfort but unable to beg for anything but more. His body was taught, tight with his need, tight with the closeness of something far more intense then anything he'd ever experienced in his life. He knew it was coming, like a wave in the distance he could see swelling into something monstrous while he stood on the shore and watched with baited breath, unable to stop it, unable to do anything but watch it come, unable to run because there was no where to go.

Daman didn't stop, he continued to force the young mans hand up and down his shaft, stroke after stroke, moment after moment. "That's it." He murmured against the boys neck, then opened his mouth to lightly graze two sharp pin-pointed fangs against his fluttering pulse. Eko didn't know what he was doing, he didn't care, he didn't care if Daman killed him and tossed him in a gutter after this, all he cared about was that approaching wave he could see in the distance and couldn't stop.

Those tiny fangs raked over that pulse again and again as the boy grew closer to the brink of release. His breath caught and Daman knew, he knew as Eko arched into his body that there was no turning back now and just as Eko tripped Daman sank his fangs into his pulse-point, causing a cry to rip from the boys throat, a cry of surprised pain and unending pleasure.




Slave to Love Ch. 01



Pleasure. That word alone couldn't explain away what Eko experienced at the hands and mouth of his new Master, his lover. Pleasure is too tame a word. Bliss, Ecstasy, Rapture, none of those words even mastered the pure sensation that swirled through the boys body. Embarrassment forgotten his free hand came down to rake over Daman's thigh and then up to cup the back of his head, pulling him closer, urging him to drink deeper. With each pull of Daman's mouth, each sweet taste of the young ones blood on his tongue, Eko felt waves crashing down his body. He'd never felt anything like this, not once not ever. He wanted this always, he wanted this every day, this was something he could fast become addicted too. DAMAN was something he could fast become addicted too. Oh gods no! To love slavery? NO! It couldn't happen.

Daman wouldn't, no he couldn't hurt this little bird within his arms. And as he shuddered and moaned out his release, Daman found his arms curling about Eko as he held him close and drank slow sensual sips that he knew would send little lapping waves of intense and sweet pleasure coursing through his body. The bite wouldn't allow the orgasm to end, it fed the pleasure and forced him to continube to writhe long after he normally would have found completion, but Daman had that in mind, that's what he wanted, so when he finally did draw away Eko gave a soft helpless mew and collapsed helplessly against Daman's chest, exhausted and spent.

Silence. Blessed silence met the next few moments, and neither of them cared to break that precious peace that settled over both young and old man for those few moments. Moments when Eko was too spent and relaxed to move. But all things come to an end, and after a moment he mewed, moaned softly and turned his body into the warm embrace of the man holding him. The spanking is forgotten for that moment, the fear and pain and anxiety, and even humiliation and embarrassment for the moment is put on hold. For now, there is only the warmth as Daman curled his arms around the young man, held him through this newness, and then ... in that gentle caressing hold, Eko knew nothing more as the sweet depths of sleep slid up to draw him down into the dark abyss of nothingness.

I might be in trouble this time, he thought to himself silently, content to let his sweet slave doze while he watched on, feeling a strange sense of longing in his heart that he hadn't felt for centuries...

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Slave to Love Ch. 02



For those of you who have been so patient in waiting for my computer to become fixed and this part of the story to finish being edited, thank you! I worked hard on this story for you guys. :)

Welcome to my world! As always, here comes the disclaimer. You just can't live without those, can you? My stories are almost always fantasy based, (vampires and werewolves and angels, Oh my!) and this one is no different. This story holds strong BDSM themes as well as Slavery, polyamoury and romance. Mind you, my depiction of Slavery is *not* real life based, it is fantasy, my idea of what real slavery might be like in my fantasy world. 

If you choose to get into the real world scene, do your research, make sure you have safewords and stay completely safe, sane, and consentual. That said, if none of the above bothers you, enjoy the second installment of "Slave to Love".

Eko woke slowly, a haze of dazed bemusement clinging to his consciousness as he gently clawed his way into full wakefulness. At first, he didn't remember where he was, where he'd been, what he'd done. He blinked sleepy eyes, and then realized suddenly that his world was cloaked in blackness. This realization brought him to full alertness at once with a gasped indrawn breath and a shake of his head.

"Sit still, little bird." The sound of that voice, his voice, Eko recognized his new Master and sudden mixed fear and longing skittered along his spine and coiled in his belly.

Eko didn't move, he remained perfectly still as his Master had commanded, his heart in his throat. A moment passed with nothing but silence and Eko took that time to assess his situation. He was blindfolded, some soft material covering his face but leaving his mouth and nose free. His hands were up above his head, soft fur-backed shackles encircling each delicate wrist and holding his hands up, though not so tight as to cause discomfort.

He shifted slightly, taking stock of the two shackles curling sinuously around each of his wing bases. As he fluttered them, the soft fur backing those shackles caressed that most sensitive place and he made a soft whimper before quickly stopping that particular movement. It was then that Daman made his presence known once more by the deep rumbling chuckle that sounded as Eko tried to grow accustomed to the bondage.

"You like those special shackles, don't you, little bird?" he nearly purred his pleasure. "Flutter your wings again." Daman commanded.

Eko gulped the lump of despair in his throat at the command. He didn't want to, he didn't, god no it was all to humiliating. "P-please M-master." He stammered, begging for mercy as he stayed utterly still, trembling.

The rebuke came wordlessly and brutally swift. Eko had a moment to register that something was happening when he felt a gust of wind and hear the sound of something being flung through the air before the sharp sting of lashes landed strategically on the back of his thighs, just bellow his already sore and abused rump. He cried out, tossing his head and uttering a heart wrenching sob, his little hands curling about the chains that held him up so they didn't yank on his arms. 

"Flutter your wings." His voice was soft, almost gentle. It was a caress that soothed the stinging of the mark on his thighs despite Eko's desire to hate the man who had caused them to occur in the first place.

He did as he was bade, his wings moving just enough that those shackles caused electric sparks to slide and glide up and down his spine and out to the very tips of his wings. He gasped, letting out a little bit of a moan, trying to clamp his mouth shut on the traitorous sounds, only to have them bubble up past his lips despite his best efforts. 

Daman watched. There was something incredible in the little creature before him doing as he was told, but what was even more stunning was the way that his head tilted back. His mouth opening in abandon as the pleasure coursed through his body. Taking away the young man's ability to see made him more real, and less restrained despite the fact he thought he was holding back by smothering his sounds.

Stepping forward, Daman held two pieces of jewelry in one large palm. His hand kept the small bells attached to the jewelry from sounding aloud so that Eko had no idea what was coming. Daman leaned down, flicking his tongue out against the flat little nipples adorning the young man's chest. The first immediate reaction made him smile slowly as he sucked hard and nipped to draw it to full attention. Eko arched and let out a surprised gasp of intense pleasure, and Daman moved to the next nipple to do the same, causing him to squirm against his bonds.

A moment later, Daman was attaching the two nipple clamps to Eko's tiny nipples, the pain biting and intense, but just on the line where the pleasure still leaked through the discomfort to confuse and keep him off guard. What was really overwhelming was the humiliating chiming of the bells each and every time Eko had the bad sense to move, and soon a deep flush slid along the entire length of his body. 

"N-no, please!" Eko gasped, making a tortured little sound deep in his throat, his heart racing, thudding in his chest so hard he was sure that it could be heard down the street. 

"Oooh, Come now, it's not so terrible as all that, little bird." Daman replied, kneeling in front of the young man so he could begin to trail his lips slowly along his chest. Soft licks, gentle nips and kisses caressed along that soft skin, and soon Eko was trembling with mixed hate and desire coursing through his veins. 

"W-why?" Eko stammered helplessly, writhing against the tight restraints, against his Master.

"Does it matter?" Daman whispered, arching an eyebrow, and Eko gave a hoarse sob.

Daman smiled.

Anyone less tender and the vampire would be fucking his brains out on the rough coverlet of his bed, but Eko needed a tender hand, and Daman was giving it to him, though the boy didn't realize it at this point. Soon, soon he'd realize it.

Large hands slid sensuously along the line of Eko's legs, over his hips, around to his rear, and then he felt fingertips lightly trailing that tender crease between his two cheeks. He stiffened instantly, and fear permeated the room in roiling waves that made Daman nearly mad with need and hunger.

"So frightened?" He growled, "You already know I won't rape you, though I should just to sate my hunger for you, despite the fact that I made you such a promise." His voice was rough, violent, and it made Eko's blood run cold, chilling him to the very bone.

"Please, please no, M-Master." Eko began to repeat again and again, trembling in terror. 

Daman ignored him.

Fingers went from caressing to parting those cheeks, and soon that gentle touch was brushing maddeningly over his opening. Despite himself, Eko's head went back and he moaned deep in his throat, and then the simple fact he couldn't quiet his lust had him sobbing pleadingly. It felt so good, so incredibly good, he wanted more but not like this, not like this.

"Did I hurt you last night?" Daman asked, chiding.

"Y-yes!" Eko replied immediately.

The answer surprised Daman so much that for a moment he stopped everything, causing Eko to wonder if he'd said something truly wrong in answering truthfully. The silence spread for only a moment though before Daman suddenly burst out in a crisp masculine laugh that rumbled throughout the room.

"Well, I suppose that was an honest answer, but I don't think I really hurt you. You fell asleep curled in my lap, content and dare I say happy?" He purred out, glancing up in time to see Eko's cheeks flush a brilliant scarlet. 

"N-no!" Eko lied, crying out the one word like a shield, as though it would protect him from the truth of what Daman spoke.

"Don't start lying to me now, your earlier honesty was a refreshing treat. Most don't have the courage to tell me that I hurt them. You seem to do nothing but tell me that I hurt you." Daman growled out, chuckling deeply and shaking his head, though Eko couldn't see it blindfolded as he was.

"Y-you h-hurt me." Eko stammered

"And you liked it." Daman countered.

"N-no!"

"Then why were you hard and throbbing with every spanking I gave you?" Daman purred out.

Eko squirmed at the question, uncomfortable because that was something he'd been uncertain about as well. Why had he been hard? Why had he needed his Master by the end of the evening as badly as he had? What twisted sort of soul was he? 

"I... I don't kn-now!" He finally cried out, whimpering softly.

Daman moved one hand up to fully engulf the length of Eko's erection in his large palm, the young man moaned. "Because you liked it, Eko." Daman said gently, finding his resistance to this truth more than adorable, but downright alluring.

"I... I… I don't w-want t-to." Eko whispered, his breath catching in his throat and making his words shudder out from between his lips unsteadily. "I'm s-scared." He said a moment later, and Daman's heart contorted in his chest in a manner that he was quite unaccustomed too.

"Don't be. You're safer with me than with any other master who could have purchased you, Eko." Daman found himself comforting the younger man despite himself. He shouldn't be comforting him. He should be enjoying the beautiful sounds of his terror, the scent of it, the taste of it on his tongue every time he tasted the boy.

"Y-you h-hurt me!" Eko argued, shaking his head in a manner that had his hair flying in all directions. 

"Yes, and you like it." Daman repeated, and then before the boy could deny it once more he dipped his head down and engulfed his cock in the hot confines of his mouth. Eko cried out immediately, his legs giving out beneath him so that the chains above him held his small form up.

Daman swirled his tongue around the thick head of Eko's cock, slow lazy strokes, then drew him further into his mouth inch by painful inch while Eko made the sweetest sounds deep in the back of his throat. Fangs lightly grazed that sensitive part of him, but Eko didn't care, it only heightened the pleasure he was experiencing. He was on fire, and despite himself he found that he was skyrocketing towards orgasm at an alarming rate.

Never had he felt anything like this in his life. Nothing could be sweeter then the pleasure coursing through him, bar the experience he'd had the night before when Daman had bitten him. He rocked his hips forward, sliding himself between his Masters lips, trying to urge him to go quicker, but Daman put his big hands on his hips and held him still while he slowly licked and laved him like a lollipop. 

Lust burned like fire in Daman's veins, he wanted this little creature more then he'd wanted anything in his long life. He closed his eyes, savoring the sweet taste of Eko on his lips, on his tongue, and he gave a low groan deep in his chest that sent vibrations slithering along the cock in his mouth.

Eko's breathing came quick and harsh, he shook his head again, trying to force back the orgasm that was building, but it was all for naught because it was coming no matter what he had to say on the matter. Daman could sense it, he could feel the buildup, he knew that Eko was too inexperienced to have much control and though he was loathe to stop he wasn't ready for him to gain his release just yet. At the very last possible moment he drew back and let that glistening cock go completely. 

"NO!" Eko cried, his hips rocking forward into the air, his body trembling, his breath rushing out of him like little gusts of wind on a stormy night.

"No?" It took real effort to not sound as breathy as he felt, but somehow Daman managed it well enough. "Oh well, I thought to distract you from your continued denials that you didn't enjoy the things I did to you, I suppose you have proven to me that you will not be swayed." Daman sighed deeply, sounding rather sad about it.

It took Eko a moment to register what he was saying, Gods above what was he talking about? And then it hit him that they had been having a conversation before Daman had done whatever magic he'd just done to him. Wits scattered, Eko tried to get his legs to work beneath him so as to take the strain off of his arms, and when he managed it with wobbly grace he turned his head in the direction he thought his Master was in.

"N-no..." he said weakly, shaking his head, but for some reason his mind wasn't putting anything more articulate together in his head.

"Aah, there is that dreadful word again." Once more, Daman sighed deeply, sounding terrible by Eko's standards, though in truth he was smiling at the flustered boy. "When you decide that you do indeed wish to learn from me, and can admit that you enjoy the pain I have thus far given you, call for me and I shall come." Daman said, and to Eko's horror he heard the sound of receding footsteps.

He couldn't get his mind to work fast enough, he wanted him to stay but humiliation kept his mouth shut on the matter. He couldn't articulate that he wanted him to continue whatever he had been doing a moment ago, but not hurt him, and something told him that his Master might laugh at that request anyhow.

Eko's heart leapt in his breast when he heard the footsteps stop, pause for a moment, and he hoped and prayed that his Master would return to finish what he'd started. 

Instead, Daman spoke again and Eko's heart sank. "I'm leaving Angel to watch and care for you while I am gone. Simply speak that you wish my company and my attentions and it will be so, little bird." And with that the door opened, footsteps sounded, and then the door closed silently leaving Eko to let out a little sob of frustration and humiliation.

The fact that some one else was in the room didn't register in Eko's mind, not until soft hands began to stroke over his chest, causing him to still. Angel, his master had called her, was she allowed to touch him? Certainly not. He turned his head to the direction he heard soft breathing as those hands trailed silently to each of his aching nipples, tugging on the clamps and causing him to cry out softly, trembling and sobbing once more.

"P-please n-no!" he cried, shaking helplessly. The hands wordlessly continued their exploration, moving from his chest to slide around behind him. To his horror, he felt those hands beginning to stroke along his soft feathered wings, safely along the edges at first but slowly growing closer to the erogenous zones of his wing bases.

His breathing grew quicker, faster.

A warm naked body pressed to his, and he felt lips brushing the bend of his neck as those hands continued their torment. Eko shivered, and then dimly he realized that 'Angel' had no breasts. He felt a light stubble against his flesh. Angel was a man!

Just as that realization hit him, the other began to speak. "I was his favorite before you came." He said softly, "One day, and you have taken up all of his attention, all of his time." He sounded young, and bitter, oh so incredibly bitter. "You don't even understand what he is, how wonderful he is." Angel continued, sounding love sick and wounded. 

"Y-you c-can keep him." Eko whimpered out, and the moment the words left his mouth he felt his heart clench tight in protest. No, he couldn't feel love for his brutal master, no! But Eko had always been a tender sort, and he yearned for the touch of Daman's hands more then he'd care to admit in such a short period of time. Lust, it couldn't be love, no never!

"Oh, I will. He'll tire of you, and he'll be back to me in no time. You're pretty, but you look too delicate to hurt. Who do you think he came to when you couldn't satisfy him last night?" There was a smirking pride in the other boy's voice, and Eko cringed internally. He hadn't considered that he didn't satisfy his Master, he had only thought of himself and his predicament. Now, said on Angel's lips he found himself humiliated beyond words that he hadn't been good enough to keep his Master with him the entire night. 

Tears stung his eyes, caught by the blindfold for the most part though the tell tale wetness leaked from beneath the covering on his eyes and Angel laughed bitterly. "He's mine." He hissed softly, and then drew back from Eko's helpless body. A few footsteps sounded as Eko strained to figure out what would come next, and the next thing he knew, he had hands on his ass again, but these weren't nearly as gentle as Daman's.

"Wh-what are y-you d-doing?" Eko stammered, trying to squirm out of the grip but it was no use trussed up as he was.

Angel didn't answer, not in words at any rate, next thing he knew there were fingers slick with something cool at the tight virginal opening. Eko struggled harder.

Angel forced one finger into the tightness and then laughed at the cry of pain that brought with it. "No wonder you couldn't satisfy him, you're a virgin." He whispered, forcing that finger further and further into the tight warmth of Eko's ass as he tried hard to tighten and clench down, to keep him out, to keep him away. Unfortunately that only made all of this hurt even more and soon Eko was crying in earnest.

"P-please n-no! P-please! H-he p-promised n-no rape!" Angel paused at those words, and Eko thought that he'd stop, that it was over.

"He promised what?" Came the soft words.

"N-no rape." Eko repeated, his ass burning fire and pain. This could not be a pleasant thing, making love or having sex. He would never willingly allow Daman to do this to him, not ever.

"He didn't promise that." Angel spoke harshly.

"Y-yes he d-did!" Eko wailed, brutal sobs tearing through his chest. There was a moment of silence and then the invading finger slid free. 

Silence greeted Eko. Silence while Angel did the gods only knew what, and then there came one traitorous sound, a whimper. Eko strained so he could hear what was happening, he couldn't believe that the angry young man would cry.

A sniffle came next, and then a moment later Eko's flagging cock was taken in hand and gently stroked. Confusion raged inside of him, why was the other boy crying and why was he stroking him now with gentle touches rather then the violating touches he'd gotten moments ago?

"S-stop." Eko pleaded, and then a soft moan escaped.

"I can't, I have to do this. I shouldn't even be talking to you." Came the sullen reply, and Angel continued to dutifully stroke him with an expert touch that made Eko's insides do flip flops as pleasure coursed along his spine.

"W-why c-cant you?" Eko managed to whisper out.

"It's why he left me in here, you're not allowed to go limp." Angel replied, and Eko's stomach dropped. "He won't touch me for a week but to beat me if I don't do as he says." And something in the way that the other boy said those words made it clear that the beating was not nearly as bad as not being touched for a week.

"W-why d-do you w-want it?" Eko stammered out. Angel was quiet for a moment as if contemplating his answer.

"Cause I love him. An' even if he doesn't love me back, he does care about me." Angel said softly.

"But he HURTS us!" Eko cried, his head hurting with the lack of logic this young man keeps expressing.

"Not really, Eko. He's not so bad, he takes care of us and in return we make sure he's happy. We love him, and he takes care of us. The master I had before him..." Angel stopped, swallowing audibly before he released Eko's now hard length and pulled the blindfold up so the angelboy could see him. Eko gasped at what he saw.

Angel was small, only a little taller then Eko himself, and he had the most beautiful flame-red hair streaked through with copper, gold and orange. He wore it long, not as long as Eko's but at least to mid-back. His lovely bright green eyes were ethereal, dark and yet wispy and light all at the same time as if they shifted so quickly the eye couldn't register it but the brain did. He was almost as delicate as Eko, but he was older by a few years which took the softness from his face. His lips were full and sweet, looking at them made Eko remember what it was like to feel them against the bare skin of his neck, and he shivered unconsciously at the memory. 




Slave to Love Ch. 02



The moment Eko shivered, pain flashed in Angel's eyes and he reached one hand up to cover the ugly jagged scar that ran from his temple all the way to his chin as he glanced down ashamed. Eko hadn't even seen it, so taken with the other man's beauty that it hadn't even come to his attention. Another scar lay along the opposite side of Angel's neck, a brand of the word "WHORE", and just as Eko noticed that as well his other hand come up to hide that.

"You're so beautiful." Eko whispered shyly, his cheeks flushing embarrassment at his admittance. 

"No, I'm not. Not like you, you're unscarred, you're stunning. I know what I look like, don't lie to me, Eko. It always surprised me that Daman could stand looking at me, and when you shivered at how I looked..." he sighed softly, closing his pained eyes for a moment before shaking his head. "I love him because he didn't do any of this to me. He watched me get the brand at the hands of my old Master and then purchased me not long after."

"I wa-wasn't shiverin' causa y-your scar." Eko argued, shaking his head as he suddenly understood why so much shame had suddenly lit in the other mans eyes.

"Don't lie, Eko, I know what I look like. It's horribly ugly."

"N-no. I ... I w-was thinking b-bout how pretty your lips w-were and h-how they f-felt when you k-kissed my neck." Eko let those words rush out so quickly they sounded like one ridiculously long word. His blush deepened and he glanced down at the ground shyly after he said them, almost wishing he could reclaim the telling sentence.

"Really?" Angel asked, looking up to see the sweet blushing and shy averting of his eyes. Eko nodded wordlessly, and then glanced up hesitantly to see Angel smiling a little. 

"You're beautiful." Eko whispered, and then bit his lower lip.

"Only Master ever tells me I'm beautiful." Angel told him, feeling a little bit better. If he had to lose his place to some one in this household he was glad it was some one who was kind. Even if Eko was lying, it was kind of him to do so to make him feel better. 

"He's right." Eko said, his stammer subsiding a little bit. 

Angel reached up to pull the blindfold down and Eko whimpered, "I have to, if he comes in and sees I let you see me he'll punish us both." Angel whispered, and when he secured the blindfold in place he pressed his mouth suddenly to Eko's in a soft kiss that shook Eko to the very soles of his feet, making him tremble for more. Oh how he loved to kiss, he wanted more, and as he tried to return it with a fumbling innocence Angel drew back a little, "Relax." He whispered, and Eko tried to do as he was told when the other boy brushed more gentle kisses over his lips, showing him more effectively how it was supposed to be done. 

A moan escaped their lips at almost the same time, and when Angel heard that sound, his hand came back up to curl around the length of Eko's cock and once more he began to stroke him. His hand was warm and soft, the sensation was incredible, and Eko found himself giving into this new type of torture, a tender torture that somehow made him yearn for Daman's torture paired with Angel's tenderness.

The slow strokes stoked the flames of need higher and higher, and soon Eko was rocking his hips once more in time with them, growing closer to orgasm all over again. The kiss never stopped, it went on for what seemed like sweet hours, and when Eko thought that he would loose himself completely to the precious agony of orgasm Angel drew his hand back and cupped his face to deepen the kiss and send Eko's head spinning.

"D-Don't stop. P-please. Please!" Eko pleaded against his new friend's mouth, but Angel had to stop.

"You have to stay hard, if you cum you will go limp, Eko." He whispered in a soft gasp.

"N-nooo." Came the soft wailed replied as Angel moved one of his hands down to tweak and tug at his tightly clamped nipples, sending jolts of strangely mixed pleasure and pain. 'Oh..." Eko's breath caught and his cock twitched.

"You need to learn to like pain." Angel whispered to him, and Eko shook his head. "You have to Eko, you wont survive here if you don't. You already like it, I can tell, now you just have to come to terms with liking it. There isn't anything wrong with it, just let yourself feel, and soon the pleasure gets so wrapped up with the pain you cant't tell one from the other." He explained.

"But I'm s-so scared." Eko whispered just as Angel tugged hard on one of his nipples, causing him to cry out and shudder.

"I know." Angel whispered. "You should call Master back, Eko, the longer it takes for you to call out for him the more hungry he'll be for you. The harder it will be for him to hold out. Accept what he's giving you, try to come to terms with liking it. When you do you will realize how wonderful it is. I love it when he whips me, he only has to take the whip out and show it to me for my cock to harden."

Eko couldn't believe what he was being told, but it was clear that it was the truth, at least by Angel's standards. He shook his head and whimpered, "S-stay with me a little l-longer." Eko pleaded, and after a moment Angel sighed deeply and began once more to stroke and fondle his cock.

"I can't leave until you send me to fetch Master or he comes back in a fine fit because I didn't do my job well." Angel replied.

Eko felt as though his entire body was focused only on the throbbing length in Angel's hands. So taken up with the pleasure was he, in fact, that he barely caught the words. "Wh-what's your job?"

"To make you so turned on you would rather learn then not cum." Angel replied without missing a beat, and Eko moaned at the words.

"I'm s-scared." He said again.

"I know, it's hard to be a slave, but you must learn to embrace it and accept it or you will go mad, it will break your spirit and mind if you allow it to. Focus on the pleasant things and you won't be miserable. 

Eko's breath caught again, his heart hammered and he shook his head. How could he come to terms with it? How could he learn to understand and accept the fact that he was a slave? How could he understand pain and torture when he grew up knowing only gentle love form the community around him? These thoughts swirled in his mind in a frenzy of helplessness, and then suddenly he was on the very brink of orgasm again and Angel drew back while Eko sobbed out at the torture, struggling in his bonds.

He fluttered his wings, needing orgasm, needing it more then he had words to express and the only way he could think to get it was to stimulate the only other part of his body that could draw him out so fully. 

"Eko, what are you doing?" Angel asked, alarm in his voice. He'd been in the room since the very beginning, though he'd remained quiet at his Masters behest so that Eko wouldn't know he was being watched. He'd seen that the wings were a spot that send the younger man spiraling high in arousal, but the way he was rubbing his wingbases against the soft backing of those shackles was frantic. Angel realized suddenly he was trying to find release, and by the quick stuttered breathing it seemed as though Eko was rather close to achieving his goal.

"Have t-to…" Eko moaned, so close, his body on fire, his cock twitching even though Angel wasn't touching him any more. He gasped, he moaned, he trembled and he continued to move.

Angel was behind him suddenly, gripping the wings in what he termed a safe place, up away from the bases, to try and still him. "Don't, Eko don't! You don't want to get punished, call Master, please stop and call Master!" Angel whimpered, the sight of Eko writhing was enough to have him needy and hard, but he knew if Eko came he'd be blamed, and Eko would be severely punished for what he was doing.

"I w-want y-you!" Eko groaned, gasped, and Angel groaned at the words, finding that he also wanted this little angel, this incredibly beautiful winged creature was pleading for him with pure innocence. 

"I can't, I want to but I can't!" Angel wailed.

"K-kiss me." Eko whispered, pleaded, and Angel couldn't deny him such a simple thing, though he knew if he released the still struggling wings that Eko would find his release. He shifted, trying to hold onto the wings while moving around to the front of the younger man. He somehow managed it without letting go more then twice, but Eko was in tears with his need and desire, and when Angel's lips brushed Eko's he tasted the salty-sweetness of those tears.

In one flashing moment, he let go of the wings and cupped Eko's face, deepening the kiss.

In that one flashing moment, Eko cried out as orgasm rolled over him like a crashing wave, pummeling him into submission while he writhed and moaned into Angel's mouth, coating the other boy's bare belly with his seed. The world stopped for a moment, all that Eko knew was the intense pleasure and the incredible softness of Angel's kiss. A kiss that would prove very costly.

Angel felt the heat of the other boy's pleasure coating his stomach, and terror hit him full force. He drew back from the kiss despite the whimpered lazy protests Eko made and glanced down the length of his belly now shinning with wetness. "Eko..." he whispered aloud, trembling a little as he looked back into the other boys face. It was incredible, that he couldn't deny, but it was a dangerous game they played.

"Angel…" Eko sighed his name with such a sweet wonderful-filled innocence it had the wiser young man melting. For a jaded slave like Angel, sweet sighs had never come after making love generally. The only exception to the rule had been Daman, and now he belonged to Eko.

Well, I sincerely hope you have enjoyed the second part of Slave to Love! Please take this moment to vote on this story, make a public comment or send me feedback. I love to get feedback from my readers, let me know how I might improve or if you enjoy how the story is going! Thank you so so much!!



Slave to Love Ch. 03



Thank you all for waiting for this next installment. I have gotten so many e-mails begging me not to make you all wait a month for each installment. So, if you want them every two or so weeks instead of a month, send me feedback to let me know and I'll work on it!

Disclaimer: Welcome to my world! As always, here comes the disclaimer. You just can't live without those, can you? My stories are almost always fantasy based, (vampires and werewolves and angels, Oh my!) and this one is no different. This story holds strong BDSM themes as well as Slavery, polyamoury and romance. Mind you, my depiction of Slavery is *not* real life based, it is fantasy, my idea of what real slavery might be like in my fantasy world. 

This story is a bit harsher then any I have written thus far. Be aware that the story that follows may be a bit intense for some readers. It involves some non-consent, Slavery, pain play, a bit of torture and a lot of emotional turmoil.

If you choose to get into the real world scene, do your research, make sure you have safewords and stay completely safe, sane, and consensual. The D/s world can be a wonderful thing when enjoyed safely, as kinks or as a lifestyle. That said, if none of the above bothers you, enjoy the third installment of "Slave to Love".

"I cant believe you did that, Eko. We're in trouble, really, really big trouble now." Angel whispered, then went to his knees and drew the young man's length into his mouth in a vain attempt to keep him from going soft. Eko let out a sharp little cry of pleasure and began to squirm.

"Too much, too much." He whimpered out, and Angel couldn't help but chuckle at the adorable movements and pleading the new slave was making. 

"Is it really?" Angel asked, smirking up at Eko's blindfolded face while the other boy nodded frantically.

"Angel!" The name was said in a tone that thundered and boomed throughout the room in a rather unearthly manner, and both slaves froze, ice swimming in their veins.

"Yes, Master?" Angel squeaked out, swallowing hard.

"What did you do?"

Eko swore that Angel would rat him out, would tell his Master exactly how he'd abused the pleasure of his wings and came despite the other boy's pleading, but instead he heard Angel swallow hard and then shift on his knees. "I... I didn't know how sensitive he was." Angel managed, sounding nonchalant, as if the fact he'd be punished was no never mind to him, the first squeaking fear gone completely from his voice.

"You'll be trussed up exactly like he is..." Before Daman could get the words out Eko was interrupting him.

"It w-wasn't his f-fault! I d-did it! I ... I rubbed m-my wings g-gainst the so-softness." Eko stammered, and Angel pinched his leg, hissing at him to be quiet. 

"I was going to say," Daman continued without missing a beat, as though Eko hadn't spoken a word. "That you'll be trussed up just like he is if I find you're lying to me." It hadn't taken Daman terribly long to figure out that Angel would pick and choose his words carefully, making sure he wasn't lying while never truly telling the truth. This was quite a way around Daman's lie sensing ability.

Eko's heart sank. Angel sighed deeply.

Angel didn't respond, he knew it would do no good to argue, nor would it help his situation. No, silence was his best course of action and he stuck to it. Eko could hear, but not see due to his blindfolded state, Daman walk slowly towards the two of them, and then pause. A hand came out to gently grip Eko's flagging shaft, and he gave a little growl of disgust.

"You came at the touch of your wings?" He whispered, and though Daman's voice sounded even and calm, there was something dangerous in the way his touch lingered, the tilt and tone of his voice.

"Y-yes." Eko stammered, then remembered to add, "Master." Only a beat too late.

"I didn't know that they were quite so sensitive." The vampire let his words hang in the air as he walked behind Eko and began to stroke along each wing, finding the most sensitive spots by experiencing the Angelboy's reactions. "So, wing bases, between your wings on your back are the most sensitive." Eko nodded wordlessly, biting his lower lip.

"You are not to cum without my permission, Eko. You will be punished. Severely, but I will begin with Angel since your punishment will take some thought, and I have no difficulty with finding things to torture Angel with." 

Reaching up, Daman removed the blindfold from the younger man's face, and shifting his position so he was facing both Angel and Daman, who stood and knelt before the bed. Angel had his head bowed, and all that fiery hair swam around him like licking flames of shimmering color. It really was beautiful, even those of his race would have found his coloring unusually lovely.

"You will watch." Daman said, voice quiet and deadly. "You will not look away, you will not flinch away. You will watch all that I do and take it in." He touched Eko's chin, looking into his eyes for a moment before Eko nodded and swallowed audibly. "Good." And with that one clipped word he turned from Eko and strode purposefully towards Angel.

Angel never looked up as his Master approached, but when he ended up gazing at a pair of feet, his eyes slowly began to creep up Daman's body. Eko watched as those eyes sparked a myriad of things, heat, anger, need, lust, hate and a flicker of love which was quickly drowned out to simmer in the pot of boiling emotions within the depths of his amazing eyes. Eko noticed it, that flicker of love, and his eyes moved to Daman's face to see if he too had noticed.

If Daman noticed, he made no indication.

Silence reigned for a moment as the two gazed at one another, Daman with a cold impassive countenance, Angel with unconcealed emotions. It was an odd thing to watch, and Eko knew sadness for the other slave as he realized Angel both loved and hated Daman. He loved him, and he hated him for not returning that love. What a sad, state of affairs.

A state Eko realized he'd be sharing with Angel if he let his heart be captured.

"Up" Daman growled.

Imediately Angel began to get to his feet in a fluid motion that must have taken a rather long time to perfect. He stood, arms at his sides, eyes still locked on Daman's face as he waited for further instructions. Daman didn't speak, he simply reached out and curled fingers into the flame-streaked locks of the young slave, dragging him around to a lone chair not far from the bed. He forced Angel, who made not a sound, to kneel backwards on the chair, leaning his body over the high back, then lifted the entire chair and moved it in front of Eko so that he could watch without twisting his head to see.

"Show Eko that you can take your punishments without needing to be tied down, Angel." Daman purred out, and Angel glanced up at Eko before nodding his head mutely. Their master reached around, to unfasten a whip from a hook in one of the bedposts. It was short handled, with numerous straps of leather coming off it. At the end of each strap, a blunt metal ball dangled. They didn't look terribly large, but that didn't mean they wouldn't hurt. Angel heard the soft musical clinking of the whip behind him, and his face turned into equal parts dread and excitement.

It confused Eko, that look. How could he both want and despise the touch at the same time? Simple. Training. Angel took a deep breath, and as he blew it out his body began to relax, and a slightly glazed look came over his face. His eyes met Eko's, and there was calm strength there, desire. 

A slight smile tugged at the corner of Angel's mouth, and Eko thought of how good the other young man tasted, how sweet and soft his lips were. When Daman took the first swing, neither boy was prepared for it. The blow sent Angel forward into the back of the chair, a hiss of pain escaping his sweet lips. Eko whimpered, his eyes flickering to his Master as Daman reached back for another swing, hitting the back of Angel's thighs with a tinkling of the metal balls hitting one another, and the thicker almost wet sound of metal colliding with flesh.

Angel drew in a deep breath, biting his lower lip, and Daman hit him again, this time it looked much harder then the time before. Yet Angel stayed still, and no sound but for the sharp breaths was heard. Eko ached for his new friend, he wanted to throw himself in front of the blows and fend off the Monster he called Master, but he was tied, bound in a way he could not get free, so he was forced to watch the entire scene.

Blow after blow fell, like a violent hail storm biting the tender and exposed flesh of the boy in front of him. A quick glance at Daman showed a look of determination, desire hot and smoldering in his eyes. He licked his lips, slow and sensual, and despite himself Eko felt that strange pull, longing for the Master he didn't even like.

It didn't take to long for Angel to begin losing his battle against the pain, his body arching with each blow, soft whimpers escaping at first only to turn into helpless little cries with each blow. The sounds, each and every one of them, made Daman growl, a strange low sound that was hardly natural or normal. Eko remembered the feeling of Daman's fangs buried into his neck, that sweet pleasurable sensation that had overwhelmed him and made his heart race and blood boil. He wanted his Master, more then he had words to express, and it didn't matter that he was a Monster.

That thought made Eko despise himself in one blinding moment of clarity. He wanted a man who would beat and punish him, beat and punish his new friend, and Eko hated himself for wanting him. Eko's heart ached as Angel fought not to writhe and squirm away from the torrential downpour of blow upon blow upon blow, but soon enough he began losing that battle and Daman's hand came out, gripping his hair and yanking his head back at a brutally painful angle. 

"Stay, STILL!" he bellowed, and Angel began to tremble as he let him go, clutching at the chair in front of him.

Angel looked up, then, right into Eko's eyes and the pain shone in them as well as intense physical desire. He couldn't look away, Eko just couldn't look away while Angel was being beaten for something that he'd done. So he just gazed into his eyes and put all the want and affection he'd begun to have for the other boy into that look.

Angel's eyes softened, and that small smile played at the edges of his mouth again, a smile that couldn't be jarred from him no matter how hard Master Daman hit him. Soft whimpers escaped his lips, and after a moment Angel couldn't help but wriggle and squirm again, which only caused Daman to hit him harder, until finally he tossed the whip down onto the ground and dragged Angel by his hair down off of the chair to the kneeling position.

"Stay." He growled out, then walked to the wall and pushed a little button. 

"Yes, Sir?" A disembodied voice said out of nowhere.

"Bring two prepared ginger roots up to my room." Daman said in a voice that was far, far too calm. Eko glanced at Angel, whose eyes were glittering with tears as he glared daggers into Daman's back, but got no indication what the ginger was for.

"Yes, sir, right away." 

Turning around, Daman walked back over to Angel and began to stroke his hair gently, soft tender little touches that seemed so very incongruent with the way he'd been beating the slave not long ago. Angel pressed himself into his Masters legs, his eyes closing as he soaked up the touches like a love-starved puppy.

"Angel?" he asked.

"Yes, Master?"

"Tell Eko what the ginger root is for."

Angel swallowed hard, his eyes flickering up towards Eko's face. "He's going to insert it into our bottoms. It's going to burn some, but don't worry it wont la-" Daman cuffed him across the face hard, and Angel toppled to the ground just barely catching himself on outstretched hands. 

"I didn't tell you to tell him how long it would last." Daman growled.

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Master." Angel whispered, his voice subdued, soft.

"Tell him the rest." Daman said, and Angel nodded before swallowing hard and trying again.

"It goes in our bottoms, and sometimes in our cocks." He whispers, "It burns, and it feels good at the same time." He glanced up at Daman, who nodded slightly as if to say 'go on', and then continued. "It's a punishment that he uses when he doesn't want to do serious damage, but he wants to get his point across. I'm sorry, Eko." Another slap to the face, and Eko whimpered for him.

That simple whimper made Daman's head snap up, eyes narrowing. Leaving Angel where he'd fallen, Daman began to walk towards the strung up angelboy with a growl. "Don't feel sorry for him, Eko." He grinned slightly, more a baring of teeth rather then any real pleasant expression. "Angel, tell Eko how you feel right now." he asked, without taking his eyes away from Eko's expression.

"I want you to fuck me, Master." Angel spoke without prompting.

"Did you like your beating?"

"Yes, Master." Angel said through clenched teeth, "But I wish you weren't angry at me, Master. I wish you had beaten me because it pleased you, not because I had angered you." Angel looked up to meet Eko's, his eyes showing the truth of his words, and a little piece of Eko died to see it.

"Angel is mine, in every way shape and form. His body belongs to me. His pleasure belongs to me. His pain belongs to me. His mind belongs to me. Even his love belongs to me." Tears began to leak from Angel's eyes, flowing freely down his cheeks unchecked. 

"Y-you should n-never sc-corn one w-who g-gave you his l-love f-freely." Eko whispers, "You m-might f-find that y-your l-love is sc-corned w-when you g-give yours aw-way."

Daman blinked at his little angelic creature, frowning in confusion. "What do you mean by that, pet?"

"I m-mean, he l-loves you, and y-you d-don't c-care a-about h-him at a-all." Eko's eyes showed his anger, burning, smoldering, furious anger. "Y-you d-don't d-deserve h-him!" he spits out.

Angel's head snapped up at the stammered words, shock evident in his expression. "No, no, don't." He mouthed the words silently from behind their master, shaking his head helplessly, but Eko paid him no heed.

"That's where you're wrong, Eko. I do love Angel, very much." Daman said, with a frown. "Angel, don't you know that your Master loves you? That I love you?"

There was an oppressive silence, and after a moment Daman turned frowning on his other slave. "Why haven't you answered me, Angel?"

"Because, Master, I don't know what you want to hear. The truth, or a lie for Eko's benefit." Angel said calmly, his tears still staining his cheeks.

"The truth, Angel! I always want the truth, you know that! Do you know that I love you?"

"No, Master, I do not know that you love me." Angel's eyes lowered to the ground. "You have never told me that you did, Master." 

Eko had the satisfaction of seeing a flash of pain flutter across Daman's eyes before he walked towards Angel, going to his knees before the boy. One hand tucked beneath his chin, he gently lifted the boy's face to meet his eyes.

"I do love you, Angel." Daman said quietly, looking a little disconcerted. Angel's face remained blank, as if he couldn't have cared less.

"Thank you, Master." was all he said.

Daman struggled for a moment internally. Should he demand to hear the words spoken back to him? No, no, if he did that and Angel lied, he'd smell the lie before he would be able to conceal his emotional reaction. Daman let his hand drop, face gone hard, pretending that the lack of response meant nothing. "I love you as a cherished pet, nothing more." Daman said then, saving face.

"I know, Master." And there was tiredness in the calm, even spoken words.

There was a rap on the door.

"Come in." Daman growled, turning himself away from both his slaves as the servant brought in the prepared gingerroot on a tray with a glass of water. "Set it on the table." He said, running a hand through his hair as the young man did as he was bade, then left without a word.

"Angel, take Eko down and tie him to the bed." The command was growled out, almost snarled, and Angel stammered to his face, all his grace gone for the moment, to do as his Master demanded.

Fumbling for a moment, it took him some time to get each of the bindings undone, his fingers numb from gripping the chair so hard during his beating. He said nothing, but when Daman's back was turned he risked a brief, chaste kiss against Eko's mouth and mouthed the words, "Be strong." To his new friend. Eko nodded his head frantically, swallowing back his fear.

"On second thought. Hog tie him on the bed so we can reach his cock. Legs in the air attached to his arms, connect the bindings to the hook on the bedpost so he can't struggle as much."

"Yes, Master." Angel said, swallowing hard as he helped Eko walk to the bed. The young man had been bound for quite some time, his legs wouldn't work quit right yet.

Eko held still for Angel as he tied him up just as their Master had demanded, and by the time Angel was done, Eko was trembling with terror. Angel sat back on his heels and began to stroke his hair gently, looking at him with a tender expression on his face, silently pleading with him to be strong, to let the pain be a pleasure to him

"Back away from him, Angel." Daman growled, and Angel nodded his head, letting his hands fall away. 

"He's afraid, Master."

"I can smell it."

"What do you want me to do, Master?" Angel asked, his voice hitching in his throat.

"Bend over, you're going to remain untied."

Angel went to his hands and knees, his ass bared to the man he loved and hated so very much, closing his eyes as he dipped one ginger-plug into the water then began to work it into the young man's ass. "Stay as you are." he commanded, and Angel took a deep breath then nodded his head.

Taking up the second ginger-plug, he dipped that too in water, then came up to Eko, who was already beginning to struggle. "P-please, n-no." he whimpered. Daman ignored him. "I-I'll be g-good! I p-promise!" Again, Daman ignored his pleas. 

The cool tip of the plug touched the tightened ring of Eko's anus, and he began to squirm in earnest, shaking his head from side to side and making soft wordless pleas for mercy. Each sound uttered from the young man only made Daman more determined to do it, however, and after a moment he growled out, "Relax your ass, or this will hurt far worse then intended."

Eko had to fight himself to get his body to relax, he was terrified and anxious, knowing this would only bring him more pain, but Daman pushed the organic toy deep within him and he was forced to open to the invasion. It hurt, but not as much as he thought it would, the cool slick sensation of the root something his ass clenched around and grew accustomed too.

Beside him, Angel began to make soft whimpering noises, his eyes tightly closed and his hands clenched into little fists. Eko couldn't figure out why, his plug didn't feel so bad after the initial shock of having it inserted. 

"W-whats wrong w-with him, M-master?" Eko whispered, eyes wide.

"You'll see, pet." Daman nearly purred, crossing his arms over his chest to watch the pretty boys on his bed. Angel was squirming in earnest now, his ass wriggling from side to side as if the action could make whatever pain he was suffering go away. This only made Eko more terrified of what was to come next.

When he began to feel what had Angel all tied up in knots, his eyes immediately widened. A low grade burning began in his rectum, intense but not yet to the pain threshold. He let out a soft sound, his eyes going to Daman, "It b-burns!" he wailed.

"I know." he purred out, lips twitching with amusement, eyes sparkling.

The feeling only intensified, minute by minute, the discomfort turned into pain, and then into a sort of blinding agony that was mixed with a strange sort of pleasure. He WANTED to get fucked. He wanted to be touched, fondled and played with. He wanted to just get off. Soon he was writhing in his bonds, crying out at the pain, and Daman walked over to place both hands on his rear, pushing his cheeks tightly together, which let out a burst of agony so sweet it sent Eko screaming.




Slave to Love Ch. 03



"Would you like for me to touch your cock, Eko?" Daman asked, nonchalantly.

Without thinking of the implications of such a treat, Eko began to nod his head frantically, his breath coming in quick sharp controlled pants of mingled pain and pleasure. His eyes were so wide the whites showed all around them. Panicked eyes.

He didn't even notice that Daman had something in his hand, all he knew was that he was going to be touched, he was going to get release. He felt the cool soothing touch of his Masters hand on his cock, and he heard Angel's whimpers turn into loud moans, then quiet cries as he squirmed on the bed beside him, then finally Angel gave up and he too was screaming with Eko, no longer able to stay quiet as the burn intensified so much he was mindless with the need to both get it out, and get off.

Pleasure zinged through Eko's body when Daman began to stroke and fondle his length, but that pleasure only lasted so long. Soon, he felt a sliver of something being inserted into the head of his cock. The sensation was so odd, slightly painful, and uncomfortable. He looked down to see a little sliver of that dreaded gingerroot peeking from inside of his cock and screamed loud and long. He stammered so bad his words became unintelligible.

He wanted it out! Before it started burning! 

No such luck, however, the burn began to come and Eko struggled so hard he thought for sure he'd damage something. His wings fluttered against the bed and his hips bucked, but Daman put a hand on his abdomen to keep him still while the free hand continued to stroke and fondle his burning erection.

The worst part about the pain was that it felt good. Not the good of a pain endorphin rush, just plain good. He pleaded, begged and writhed for his Master, and then he began to do something else.

While Daman held Eko still, he began to slide that sliver of ginger in and out of his cock, slow and steady, and the sensations that swamped the young man were beyond describable. The pleasure was intense, so intense he thought he'd pass out, or scream, or both. He ended up just screaming, but Daman only continued his special little brand of torture.

This went on for quite some time, fifteen minutes into it, Eko's throat was hoarse from shouting, and by the time twenty minutes passed the root's power was beginning to diminish and fade.

Another five minutes, and Daman removed the ginger from his ass and cock, and the pain and pleasure began to go away, but not the need. The need was still there, and Eko sobbed from it, his tears staining his cheeks as his cock throbbed for attention. Daman removed Angel's plug as well, and Eko turned to see that the other boy was in a state near to his own, silent tears coursing down his cheeks.

"Come now, it wasn't so bad. Eko? Would you like to get off?" Daman asked, and Eko nodded his head frantically, his eyes wide and pleading as another sob wracked his frame.

Daman pretended to think about it, "Oooh, wait, you already got off today. I almost forgot." Then gave him a little wink that was almost playful before turning his attention to Angel. "Angel, do you wish to get off?" The boy nodded, his body shuddering on helpless little spasms from his silent sobs.

"Position yourself above Eko's mouth, Angel." He growled out, and Angel hesitated. "Do as I say, or you will not receive release!" The words were bellowed, near screamed, and Angel scrambled to obey his Master, gazing down into Eko's sobbing face. The soft bump of his cock against Eko's lips startled him into opening his eyes, gazing up the beautiful body of the flame-haired young man.

"Open your mouth Eko. You wouldn't deny Angel his pleasure, would you?" Daman asked, and Eko shook his head hesitantly before opening his mouth. "Very good. You will simply focus on keeping your mouth open and your throat relaxed. Tilt your head back just a little, very good." Their Master's voice was smooth like silk, almost gentle as he helped Eko get the right position. "Angel," he paused, looking to the other boy. "You know what I want." Angel's eyes looked pained for a moment before he nodded his head reluctantly. "Fuck his mouth, Angel. Make me proud or I'll call for more ginger, tie you up, and have a slave replace it with fresh root every thirty minutes until I wake up in the morning." 

Angel paled.

That thick length pushed against Eko's lips, and he opened his mouth wider to allow it entrance, his tongue darting out to taste the salty-sweetness that was distinctly Angel. It was pleasant, and Eko actually wanted to do this. Whimpering, he tugged at his arms, but Daman ignored the plea to be given free reign to touch the other boy. He didn't know why, but he soon found out.

Angel slid his length all the way down, filling Eko's mouth up to overflowing and sliding into his throat. He gagged at first, his eyes watering, then Angel slid slowly out of him. This happened two or three times further before he found an angle he liked best, soft hisses and moans of pleasure escaping every now and again. This gentle taking of his mouth had Eko straining, groaning around the length, whimpering softly with want and desire.

And then Angel began to move quicker, his hips sliding forward to fill Eko's mouth up in one quick sharp stroke, a little rough for the angelboy's comfort. He made a soft sound of protest, but Angel ignored it, closing his eyes and fighting back tears. He was being forced to do this to Eko, he couldn't help it, if he refused he would be tortured though this was torture enough for him. He didn't want to hurt Eko, he didn't, but he couldn't help it as he slammed his hips downward, choking off the other boy's airway.

It was at about that moment that Eko realized he couldn't breathe. Before, Angel had been going slowly enough that he could take full breaths of air before having his throat filled again. Now, with the thrusts coming so quickly, Eko couldn't draw breath quickly enough. His eyes widened and he began to struggle, tears falling unheeded down his face. Harder and quicker the thrusts came, and all Angel could think was that if he could finish quickly enough it would be over for Eko too.

Angel poured all of his attention into using the boy beneath him, using the warmth of his mouth, his sweet cries and even his struggles to spur him on further. He felt himself building, and he was already close enough to let this be a short session. But each time he drew free of the other slave's mouth, cries and sobs broke the silence, jarring Angel back to reality. 

He moaned, whimpered against the action he was forced to do, but even so the pleasure was exquisite. His chest contracted and he felt his stomach flutter with the onset of orgasm as Eko's eyes began to flutter closed, not getting enough air. His whole body was thrashing, Angel bit back a sob and closed his eyes to focus on the pleasure. Each time he sunk himself deep, Eko's throat would convulse around his length trying to purge it from his airway, the sensation was exquisite, and soon Angel could hold it in no longer.

His fists clenched in the coverlet as he let out a cry, a hoarse needy cry somewhere between pleasure and a sob. His hips jerked hard, forcing Eko's mouth open wide, and the young man gurgled against the thickness invading his mouth as Angel emptied himself in a torrent of shuddering spasms and moans. Finally, he was finished, though the orgasm held little joy for him. Pleasure, yes, but no joy. He drew free of Eko's throat just as the boy floated between consciousness and unconsciousness, and he drew in a ragged breath so hard it hurt Angel's lungs just to hear it.

The struggling stopped, only hoarse sobs, Angel's, and Eko's, broke the silence. Daman watched on with a small smile touching his lips, then got up and went to his toy chest. While he was gone, Angel couldn't even bring himself to look at his friend, too ashamed of what he'd done, his heart broken for having to take this bit of innocence from the other boy, but he did whisper, "I'm sorry," so softly between shattered sobs.

When Daman returned, he held in his hand a small device shaped to fit around a man's flagging shaft, and by this time Eko's cock was indeed flagging. He fitted the contraption over the boy's cock, then locked it in place with a tiny brass lock before pocketing the key.

"If you can not learn that you will cum only at my permission, you will wear this. Though you have other means of achieving orgasm, it will be harder for you when every time you get an erection this toy fights to keep you small. I am sending you to room with Angel tonight, tomorrow, I will send for you. Think hard, Eko, about how this fighting you are putting up is serving you. Think long and hard about it, and tomorrow we shall see about beginning your training once more. Take him, Angel."

With those few words, Daman turned and walked from the room, leaving the two boys alone to collect themselves. 

Angel helped untie Eko, getting him free, then wrapped his arms around him with a soft whimper. "I'm sorry." he cried helplessly, "I'm sorry, I couldn't stand being tortured like that again. I've gone through that before, I couldn't do it again. I'm sorry, Eko." Angel gasped, and Eko only nodded, his eyes dull, pained.

He helped his friend to his feet, letting the other slave lean into him for support, and took him the slow journey back to Angel's quarters. Once there, he laid Eko out upon the bed and got a cool washcloth, tenderly stroking the material over his forehead, the back of his neck and then so softly, he cleaned the remnants of the ginger juice from his anus and penis. When he was through, Angel curled up behind Eko, arms wrapped tightly around his midsection and held him.

Eko just cried. 

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Slave to Love Ch. 04



Disclaimer: Welcome to my world! As always, here comes the disclaimer. You just can't live without those, can you? My stories are almost always fantasy based, (vampires and werewolves and angels, Oh my!) and this one is no different. This story holds strong BDSM themes as well as Slavery, polyamoury and romance. Mind you, my depiction of Slavery is *not* real life based, it is fantasy, my idea of what real slavery might be like in my fantasy world.

If you choose to get into the real world scene, do your research, make sure you have safewords and stay completely safe, sane, and consensual. The D/s world can be a wonderful thing when enjoyed safely, as kinks or as a lifestyle. That said, if none of the above bothers you, enjoy the fourth installment of "Slave to Love".

Eko woke to the slow even sound of Angel's breathing against the back of his neck. The arms of the other boy were gently wrapped around him, his body nestled between the soft feathers of Eko's wings, and the bright flame of his hair fanned out and mingled with the black and lavender of Eko's own tresses.

He didn't want to open his eyes, it was too warm and special, and he thought if he opened his eyes the spell would break and he'd be in some new hellish experience he couldn't even comprehend. A soft murmur escaped Angel's lips, tickling the edge of Eko's ear, and a sigh soon followed after that as he shifted and moved against Eko's back. 

Something warm and firm pressed in against his rear, and Eko drew in a sharp breath as he heard the other boy moan softly, squirming a little against him. Hips began to rock, rubbing that hard length against Eko's ass, and after a moment listening to Angel's steady breathing, he realized that the other slave was still asleep. Some tender emotion whipped throughout Eko's heart, causing his breathing to stutter and freeze in his chest as he fought to remain still. Angel might stop if he woke him, and he didn't want him to stop for some unknown reason.

Precum slicked the passage of the young man's shaft as he slowly thrust himself against Eko's tender rump, and soon, each thrust began to rub against that part of him he'd never let anyone touch willingly before. Biting his lip hard, he tried vainly to stay quiet, his heart hammering in his chest as he fought to stay still. After a little while, though, it was too much for him to take and a low moan escaped his mouth.

That was enough to break the spell.

Angel stilled against him as he clawed his way to consciousness, murmuring unintelligibly for a moment before taking a deep breath and trying again. "Eko? Are you okay?" Angel's sweet voice was like music to Eko's ears, soothing and gentle.

He had to swallow hard twice before he could bring himself to answer, but finally he managed to get out a hoarse, "Yes." His throat still hurt from the night before, but it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.

Angel leaned up on his arms, looking down on Eko's heated and flushed face, frowning slightly, his hair all sleep-mused and his cheeks showing creases from the pillowcase. Understanding dawned on Angel after a moment when Eko couldn't help but squirm against him, and his cock slipped in the still slick passage, not even close to entering him, but intimate enough for the innocent angel. 

"Oooh," Angel said, grinning slightly as he eyed Eko's face, which heated up further and turned a startling shade of crimson. He laid himself back down against the pillow, sliding his hand down along Eko's belly teasingly before gripping his cock, then hissed vehemently. "Damnit, I forgot he put that thing on you. I'm sorry, Eko, I can't make you feel better."

"S'okay." Eko's soft whisper was oppressive, his sadness weighing heavily on his heart. He turned his face into the pillow and sighed heavily, closing his eyes again and trying to block out the memory of what'd happened to him the last few days. It was hard, so hard for him. He'd never been any place like this, he'd never gone through such violence or pain or humiliation, and suddenly he was awash in all three.

Angel's hands began to slowly stroke along his body, one in his hair and the other along his belly. It was meant to be a soothing touch, but it only lit the fires of Eko's need and in so doing, caused him to whimper helplessly as his cock tried to swell in the confines of the chastity device his Master, evil man that he is, had put on him.

"Why do you love him so much?" Eko whispered, "He's ... he's so awful." A broken sob freed itself from his chest before he even recognized it was coming, as if his mind just couldn't keep up with all that had happened to him the last few days, numb to the needs and feelings of his body. "Why?" he said again, pain in his voice.

The other slave's sigh whispered throughout the room as he laid beside Eko and thought about the answer to this question. It wasn't a terribly hard question, but to explain it was near impossible, Angel didn't even really understand why he loved Master Daman himself.

"You know... you know how when you meet someone that acts real stupid? Thing is, no matter how dumb they act, you know that there's more to em?" Angel finally asked, and Eko nodded his head slowly. "Well, it's kinda like that with Master Daman. He acts like nothin' bothers him very much. He acts like he doesn't care, but I think even if he can't admit it to himself, that deep down he really does care. I think deep down he wants to love us, and take care of us, and that he wants to be loved too."

"Then why didn't you tell him you loved him too last night?" Came the whispered reply, as if the words could set a curse in motion if spoken to loud.

Angel was silent once more, thoughts swirling around in his head, until finally he let out a soft whimpered sigh and pressed his face in against the nape of Eko's neck. "Because I wanted to hurt him." He finally whispered, shame dripping from his voice.

Eko tried to shift away from Angel, wanting to turn so he could face the other boy, but he was laying on one of his wings. "Move just a moment." he asked, and Angel complied without a word until Eko was able to face him, his huge lavender eyes full of compassion and something else, some sweet emotion Angel couldn't put into words but touched his heart on some unnamed level none the less.

"Makes sense that you'd want to hurt him. He hurts you." Eko said logically, blinking those huge innocent eyes and then rolling his slight shoulders in a gentle shrug.

"Yeah, but it's wrong. You shouldn't hurt the people you love, no matter how much they hurt you." 

Eko thought about that for a moment, chewing absently on his lower lip as his eyes contemplated the wall over Angel's shoulder, then finally he nodded his head hesitantly. "I guess you're right." He sighed, closing his eyes to mask the pain hidden there. "Do you think he really loves you?"

"No." The single word came immediately, and was devoid of any emotion, so hollow in fact that Eko didn't believe his ears so he opened his eyes once more and gazed into that beautiful face. What he saw there hurt him. Not like Daman hurt him, but it hurt his heart. Angel's eyes were black, devoid of anything, and he stared sightless for a moment before snapping out of it and offering a weak smile. "Why would he love me? I'm just a slave, a scarred and used up slave." He whispered, and Eko's heart tightened in his chest so hard he didn't think he'd be able to breath.

"You're lovable." he said, and when Angel looked doubtful he said it again with more conviction. "You are, you're lovable."

"Yeah? Who's gonna love me? Most people won't even look at me." he said, giving a harsh laugh.

"I look at you." The words came so soft, Eko wasn't certain he'd said them out loud, but when his eyes fluttered shyly up to Angel's face, his blush coming back with a vengeance, he saw the look that Angel gave him. It was another one of those painful looks, the kind of look you wish you hadn't seen, but you were glad that you did because it told so very much about a person. Angel's eyes were misted with tears, glittering in the pale light streaming in from the single barred window near the ceiling of the room. His adams apple bobbed numerous times as he swallowed, trying to get his vocal chords to work, and his face was pale with the effort it took to keep himself in check.

Angel brought one hand up to touch Eko's cheek, the fingers of that hand showing a fine tremor as his emotions tried to fight their way out, and the boy managed to keep them in, if only for a few moments more. Those trembling fingers brushed over Eko's cheek, gentle and tender as they moved down along his jaw, over his chin and then against the softness of his lips. Those lips parted at the touch, just a little, and Eko's tiny pink tongue darted out to lick at the fingertips gently as his eyes tried to tell Angel without words how he felt. A quick intake of breath was all he had in response to that little lick, but it was enough. He knew Angel liked him, he thought he did at any rate, or maybe he should say he hoped so.

Eko began to return the gesture, his hand sneaking upward to Angel's face, but he paused and spent a moment letting his fingers trail the outline of the raised scar, the one that branded Angel a whore. The boy's face began to crumple at the simple touch, but Eko didn't stop. His fingers trailed along that scar, taking it one letter at a time, slow and steady, and then moved up to the other scar and did the same there while the other slave tried to hold onto what little composure he had.

"They're ugly." He whispered, voice on the very verge of tears. Eko shook his head silently.

"Only because you hate them. I think... I think you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen."

"Why do you keep saying I'm beautiful? I'm not beautiful!" The sudden anger in Angel's words made Eko swallow hard, but he pressed on, shaking his head in denial. "Stop it! Stop!" The fingers against Eko's lips began to get warm, then flared into a sudden heat that caused him to yelp and pull back from the touch, eyes wide.

"Oh god, oh... gods, Eko, I'm sorry." Angel began whimpering, the tears he'd been fighting to hold back flowing freely now as his hands reached out to stroke Eko's cheek and hair. "I'm sorry." 

"W-what w-was th-that!?" Eko whimpered.

"I... I burned you." Came the hesitant reply, "I'm a fire elemental... when I get upset... when I get upset I can sometimes lose control." He licked his lips nervously, "Forgive me? Please?"

Eko stared at the other boy for a moment, then finally nodded his head hesitantly, one hand coming up to touch his lip where he'd been burned. "Wh-whats a fire el-elemental?" he asked softly.

"Some people think we're the spirits of the flames. We are, kind of, if I want to I can become insubstantial flames, but we're not just spirits, we're alive, we'll ... sort of, but we don't die."

"Oh," Eko's voice was unsteady, as if this last thing was a bit to much for his fragile mind to contemplate.

"Hey... you weren't stuttering earlier." Angel said, trying to turn the conversation away from something that was clearly making his new friend uncomfortable. Eko blushed, as he did so often, and shrugged his shoulders.

"Only st-stutter when I'm n-nervous or af-fraid." 

"I guess that makes sense," Angel said, rubbing away his tears from his cheeks with the back of one hand.

"I do think you're beautiful." Eko said again after getting himself under control. He managed to keep himself from stuttering, but just barely. Angel just sniffled softly, his eyes looking downward. Eko leaned into him then, his arm slipping about his body to press him close as his lips moved to brush over the soft shiny skin of the scarred word. Angel let out a soft inarticulate sound, closing his eyes tight and clenching his fingers against Eko's hair and shoulder. A fine tremble started in his body as Eko's tongue lapped out against those scars, lightly licking as if he could sooth the inner hurts of he boy with the sweetness of his loving touch. "You taste good." Eko whispered then, and Angel gave a nervous laugh which broke on another sob.

"Why're you doing this to me?" Angel's words weren't harsh this time, but rather, filled with wonderment and insecurity.

"Because... because, it's the truth. I... I really," Eko couldn't get the words out, his embarrassment making it difficult for him. "I really... I ..." He began to stutter so bad that for a moment he wasn't understandable, and Angel pulled back enough to look into his eyes.

"Go slow. You what?" Angel whispered, swallowing hard.

"I ... I w-want-t y-y-you." He finally stammered, blushing so hard he was certain he could light up the darkest of places with his face alone. Angel's blush matched his own.

"You do?"

Eko nodded solemnly, eyes wide and innocent in that way he had.

"I... I d-don't w-want M-m-mast-ter t-to b-be m-my first." He stammered out helplessly. "I'm s-scared!" He turned his head away, hiding it in his pillow again as he avoided looking at Angel all together. This was so hard for him, he was so terrified of what was going to happen, how badly it would hurt, and he knew that Angel would at least try and be gentler with him. Something Master Daman would probably never even consider. Another one of those random sobs wracked his chest, causing his whole body to shudder, and after a moment he felt Angel's hand stroking through his hair and down his spine again.

"I wish I could." He finally said softly, real pain in his voice. "I wish I could be your first, Eko. I wish... I wish that I could love you for the first time. I can't though, Master would find out, and he'd punish me... he might even sell me if I angered him enough. He wants you for his own, and... and I'm afraid if I did this he'd never forgive me."

Another sob came, and the tears began to come in earnest now, his whole body trembling with the force of it. Terror so strong it sapped his strength tore through Eko, leaving him weak and helpless under the force of it. Angel kept stroking him, petting him as one might a frightened puppy, but try as he may he couldn't sooth Eko's tears.

"I can't, I just can't." he said again, his own voice unsteady with the tears that flowed silently down his cheeks. Eko let out another soft wail and smothered his face even deeper into the softness of the pillow. "But... but maybe I can help you get ready for it, so it's not so hard when it finally does happen? So you know... you know what it will be like and you don't have to be afraid of not knowing...?" The question came hesitant, Angel grasping at anything that might sooth the frightened creature in his arms. 

After a moment, Eko's tears ebbed and he sniffled, then peeked open one red-rimmed eye to regard Angel silently. "O-okay..." he whispered, "C-can we d-do it now?" 

Angel hesitated, but only for a moment before he nodded his head and reached over to pull a small bottle of oil from his bedside table. He'd secreted the oil away during his massage lessons, thinking it might one day come to good use. He wasn't allowed masturbation, but since he had a private room he could sometimes get away with it, and the oil always felt so good against him. "Can you lay on your back comfortably with your wings?" He asked, and Eko nodded quietly, his eyes locked on that small bottle of oil.

Slowly, he turned over, shifting until his wings were fanning out on either side of him to drape unceremoniously off the sides of the bed. His eyes stayed on Angel, as if afraid that if he blinked the other young man might disappear completely from his sight and he'd be all alone with his fear. Angel didn't disappear though, instead he showed him how to put his legs, bent at the knees with his feet flat on the mattress, then he crawled between them and took a deep breath.

What he was doing was something that could get them both in trouble, and Angel knew it damn well. But he couldn't stand to watch Eko cry like that, it tore his heart open. He stared down at Eko's body, his eyes catching and staying at the chastity device he wore, and considered for a moment. "Don't move, stay right there." he said, then hopped from the bed and went and checked the door, closing it all the way and putting his only chair in front of it. The chair wouldn't stop anyone from entering the room, but he hoped at very least it would give him a little warning.

He went to his dresser, carefully taking out the few pieces of clothing he was allowed to own to pull up the bottom part of the lowest drawer. Upon doing that, he reached his small hand into the hole and withdraw a tiny drawstring pouch. Eko watched him as he returned to the bed, and when Angel opened the pouch his hands shook. "I stole this from Master when I first came here and he put me in that thing. He thought he'd lost it, and never even bothered to ask me if I'd taken it. I never had the courage to use it, but I didn't want him to know I'd taken it either, so I just hid it in here and hoped and prayed no one would ever find my hiding spot. If you don't want me to use the key, and unlock you for this, I won't. If you do, just know if we get caught, this will make our punishment worse."

Eko stared at the key glittering in Angel's hand, and at the mention of possible punishment he felt himself shiver with equal parts excitement and fear. It wasn't that he wanted to be punished, it was more the fact that the chance was there, and that added to the excitement of the moment. He was afraid, but he wasn't afraid enough to ask Angel to put the key away. Maybe it was that fear that caused him to murmur his assent, whatever it was, he wouldn't back out, even with the threat of possible punishment hanging over his head. "Unlock it." he whispered hesitantly.

Angel quickly complied, then put the key back in its pouch and the pouch on the bedside table where he wouldn't lose it. He removed the chastity device and laid it on the bed beside Eko, then picked up the bottle of oil once more. Just watching all of this was enough to make Eko whimper in anticipation, his cock beginning to grow with just the eventuality of what was going to happen flittering about in his mind.

"Did Master touch your ass before yesterday, Eko?" Angel asked gently, and Eko blanched, nodding his head. "Did he just use one finger?" Again, Eko nodded his head quietly. "Okay, I'm going to do the same thing, just use my fingers and gently stretch and open you, and show you how good it can feel." He coated his fingers with the slick oil, then began to slowly stroke those fingers over the sensitive opening of the angelboy's body. 

Eko couldn't help but hiss at the first touch, the pleasure intense. So simple a thing, yet it felt so good he could barely think past it. Some of that pleasure may have come from the excitement, the knowledge that what was coming would probably feel good, and that Angel was going to be gentle and caring with him. That simple bit of knowledge was enough to make him shudder with anticipation.

He coated his fingers with oil again, this time gently pressing a single digit against that virginal opening. "Bare down on me. Let me in." Angel whispered, and Eko's cock twitched and jumped as he tried to do as he was told. He was nervous, still frightened, but even so he was able to admit the other boy's finger into his body, and the feeling was exquisitely pleasurable, decadent even.

Angel had never been the one in charge before, the one in control, and there was something ultimately precious about this experience. Eko was so responsive, each touch sent him into a wave of whimpers, or soft moans, and as he slid his finger slowly in and out of his body, his hips raised up off of the bed and his ass clenched around the finger as if greedily trying to suck him further in and keep him there for all eternity. It was a heady feeling, to be in control with a willing lover. And Eko was most definitely a willing partner at this point.




Slave to Love Ch. 04



A second finger was added, and Eko's breathing began to speed up. Angel found it so adorable how his eyes rarely closed, instead, they stayed locked on his face, watching him with a quiet intensity and passion. There was so much tenderness in that gaze that Angel found it hard to look back at times, as if the purity would burn and sear his wretched soul. However, he forced himself to look back when at all possible, offering reassuring smiles as his fingers worked in and out of him, stretching him slowly.

"If you need to cry out, smother it with the pillow." Angel said, and Eko reached over to grab the pillow Angel had used the night before, holding it against his side as he nodded. He whimpered, a low moan escaping his lips, but it wasn't loud enough to need the aid of that pillow yet. It would though, shortly. 

Angel turned his fingers upwards, curling them slightly, then began searching for that small little button inside the other boy that would send him careening over the edge. His other hand moved to grip Eko's cock at the very same time, and when that button got him, Eko's eyes flew wide and his breath froze in his chest for a moment before he frantically grabbed for the pillow, letting out a cry against the intensity of that pleasure. 

Ecstasy assailed him, making him lightheaded. His world spun on its axis, and he saw spots in his vision as he fought for some semblance of control, and failed to gain it. His fingers clenched hard into the softness of the pillow he held to his face, and after a moment he pushed the pillow down so only his nose and eyes were visible, simply so he could continue to watch Angel as he worked.

He writhed, his hips moving, his whole body moving really. He couldn't sit still to save his life, and soon he was making pleading little noises as his cock swelled in the other boy's hands and seemed to jerk and twitch, begging for attention. 

"I know, love, I know it feels good." Angel whispered, his eyes alight with a passion he'd never before experienced. He felt on top of the world, all powerful, and intensely aroused. His own cock lay pressed to his stomach, stiff and yearning, leaking precum against his belly. He ignored it, though, far too interested in Eko's pleasure to care about his own. There is something to be said about slave training, when you're forced to ignore your own needs you can better focus on the needs of others.

He didn't try and add a third finger, instead he used the first two to stretch and work the other boy. He continued to press and rub against his prostate, and with each pass Eko became more and more frantic. At one point, he cried 'too much' and at another point he'd beg for more. He couldn't make up his mind, all he knew was that it felt good. It felt so good his entire body was aflame with it. His pale skin actually showed a blush all the way from his face to the very tips of his toes. It was one of the most adorable and sexy things Angel had ever seen.

"P-please..." Eko begged, nearly sobbing. Angel squeezed the head of his cock and stroked him slowly and Eko hissed out his pleasure, gripping his pillow in the most deadly of ways.

"What, Eko?" Angel asked gently, eyes dancing with pleasure.

"P-please, h-have to finish!" He begged, pleaded, and Angel had to smother his low sensual chuckle, though he wasn't completely successful. Eko loved the sound of that chuckle, and the look in Angel's eyes. There was something so sexy about the look the other boy was giving him. It was as if he owned Eko right then and there, but not in the way that Master Daman owned him. He owned him in a way that was wholly innocent, and in that moment Eko wanted to be owned in such a way, cherished the way he was being cherished right then.

"I know, I know, let it go Eko, don't hold back. Let it go." he whispered, licking his lips as he watched the boy beneath him squirm and rock his hips in time with the thrusting of his fingers, trapped in bliss but holding back out of fear. Angel knew oh-so-well what it was like to want that release, but to be afraid of actually achieving it because he hadn't gotten permission. On more then one occasion he'd been forced to actually command himself to cum out loud because he was frightening himself into holding back. So he gave Eko what he needed, his words a silken caress along his flesh, so sweet it was almost physical.

"Cum for me, Eko." He demanded in a tone that brooked no denial, and Eko's breathing began to come quicker and he cried out again into his pillow as he grew closer and closer. "Cum!" Angel growled out, keeping his voice low so no one could hear him through the door, but loud enough to hold force and intensity. 

Eko's eyes were wide, his pupils dilated, the commands obviously doing something for him, so Angel continued to give them. "Cum for me, let go Eko and cum for me! You're safe, you're mine and you're safe." He murmured again and again, but each time he got to the words 'Cum for me' they came out in a rough intense command, and soon, Eko's back was arching against the bed, the smooth length of his shaft pulsing in Angel's head, and he choose that moment to stop thrusting in and out of the other boys body and just quickly rub over his prostate as he stroked him with an almost frantic need to see him to completion. 

Eko's eyes remained on Angel as he began to scream into his pillow, his loud cries smothered by the fabric as warmth began to spread through Angel's fingers, pulse after pulse of Eko's pleasure came, coating his stomach and chest, Angel's hand, and when Angel though for sure he'd be finished Eko's eyes finally fell closed and his head tilted back as his whole body arched up. He cried out so loud that even with the pillow smothering his sounds, Angel was sure that some one would over hear, and his heart began to hammer harder in his chest, terrified. 

Finally, there was nothing left and the younger boy let his body fall back to the bed, limp and spent. He had to pull the pillow back and away from his mouth, his eyes hazy with pleasure, drunk with it by the time they opened and locked once more on Angel, who was now smiling at his little angelboy with extreme pride and pleasure. Eko bit his lower lip, his cheeks turning that sweet brilliant crimson color that Angel was learning was the color of deep embarrassment, but not shame, and he grinned at the younger boy.

Slowly, he began to slide his fingers free, then remove his hand from the length of his already flagging shaft. He watched Eko's face as he brought that hand to his mouth, taking his time in licking off the sticky pleasure, savoring the taste. 

Eko's blush grew deeper, and his chest rose and fell quickly with his unsteady breathing.

Angel leaned down, after his hand was licked clean, and he began to take his time in cleaning the rest of him. It was both practical, and erotic in nature. He didn't want to be caught with cum in his bed, but at the same time he wanted to do this. His warm wet tongue laved over Eko's skin, and though he'd just found his release moments ago, he heard soft little whimpers escaping between those panted out breaths. Angel tilted his head so he could continue gazing into the other slave's face, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth and Eko met his gaze shyly.

There was a moment's hesitation, and then Eko reached his hand out, fingers sliding into Angel's hair, gently caressing him as he spent the time to clean him up. When the last lick came, scooping up the last bit of his salty pleasure, Angel slid up Eko's body and pressed his mouth to the other boy's in a slow, languid and torturously passionate kiss. He was hesitant at first, not sure he wanted to taste what Angel had on his tongue, but Angel gently pushed the issue, and finally Eko gave in. 

It didn't take long for him to figure out how sexy it was, the taste of his own cum in Angel's mouth, shared with him. After a moment of nervousness, that taste and the reality of what he was doing sunk home and his fingers curled more fully into Angel's hair, holding him close as he devoured Angel's mouth, his tongue searching and questing for any last remaining vestiges of his pleasure, wanting to savor the taste.

Pulling back slowly, Angel chuckled, his eyes bright with his pleasure, eyelids hooded. "That was incredible." 

Eko could only nod his head mutely, eyes still wide. Sometimes it seemed as though he was perpetually startled.

"I have to put the chastity thing back on you." Angel said, sitting up and grabbing it, then fitting it over Eko's now-limp member. Eko just watched in mute silence, then his hand reached out to curl around Angel's stiff cock, causing him to moan quietly and his hands to shake.

It took a minute, but he finally got his shaking hands to snap on the little lock, and once more Eko was safely locked away with no one the wiser for it. Master Daman would never know, or so he hoped. Eko continued to stroke him, his hands clumsy and he was obviously shy, and as much as Angel wanted it, he couldn't afford to find release this morning when he knew there was a good chance that he'd be needed shortly. They needed to stop playing, because the longer they did, the more likely they were to get caught. 

Gently, he placed his hand down and covered Eko's with it, "I want it." He whispered, "But we cant afford to take any more time up right now, I'm afraid we'll get caught, and I don't want you to get punished for my pleasure, Eko." He whispered, and though Eko whimpered and pouted in response, he did reluctantly release him.

"Will you teach me how to please you next time?" Eko asked, and Angel felt that strange flush of pleasurable pride, and something more, something deeper. He nodded his head quietly, and Eko actually beamed.

"Yeah, I'll teach you, but we have to be really careful. It's a big deal to get caught for this, so let's keep it to ourselves and we really, really have to watch that we don't look at each other too much or Daman might try and split us up." Angel said quietly, laying out against Eko's side and curling his arm against the other boy's stomach. Eko turned his head so he could see Angel's face, and that pure sweet expression was there. He trusted Angel, and that made him feel so good, so incredibly good. 

"I..." Eko's single word was stammered out, and he suddenly began to look away from Angel, obviously having a hard time saying whatever it was that was on his mind.

"What is it?"

Swallowing hard, he tried again, "I... Angel...? I... I ...Love you." Eko's words were said in the softest most incredibly shy manner, and even as he spoke them, he couldn't force himself to look at Angel.

Silence reigned supreme for a long moment, Angel didn't know what to do. Does he say it back? Does he love the little angelboy so quick? He truly could, but he hadn't had time to analyze all the precious feelings the other boy had brought up in him. He didn't want to lead him on. So silence reigned.

Eko waited for a response, and when he didn't get one, he thought maybe he hadn't spoken loud enough for Angel to hear. When finally he convinced himself to push through his shyness and look at the other boy, he wished he hadn't.

Angel glanced down and away, avoiding Eko's eyes. He'd heard him, and that realization struck Eko like a hammer to the heart. He heard him, but he didn't feel the same way. 

In that moment, Eko's heart broke.

Stiffening against the other boy, he fought to regain some semblance of dignity, but it was in vain. His dignity was stripped from him by Daman, and then in his innocence, he'd given his heart and his trust to the other boy, only to have it tossed aside. Tears pricked his eyes, and after a moment he felt the warmth of those tears slide wetly down either side of his face. He felt betrayed, even though he knew it wasn't logical. He'd opened his heart up to Angel, he'd given him freely what he had refused the man who owned him. 

In that moment of oppressive silence, Eko wished for Daman's cruel comfort. Anything would be preferable to the pain he felt in his heart.

Anything.

Angel lifted his eyes to see Eko staring at the ceiling, tears sliding down from the corners of his eyes to slip down in a salty trail to his ears. He needed to say something, anything. He'd made a horrible mistake, he shouldn't have kept quiet. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get the words out...

...A knock came at the door, then it swung inward, hitting the chair placed in front of it. The young woman on the other side of the door cursed, then stuck her head in. "Master Daman sent me to fetch you, Eko. Come on now."

Eko slid to his feet, not even bothering to wipe the tears away from his eyes. The young woman noticed the wetness and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, he's in a good mood this morning." She said, mistaking the emotion for fear. Eko just nodded his head silently, his beautiful lavender eyes dull and lifeless.

Angel wanted to say something, he needed to say something, but with Cia standing there he couldn't say the words that stuck in his throat. He forced his mouth closed as he watched her take Eko's limp hand, patting it gently, then pulled him through the door.

Eko didn't even look back as the door closed behind him.

With the click of the closing door, Angel realized, as he sat on his bed, tears misting in his eyes, that he'd just broken the heart of the only person who had ever said the words 'I love you' to him, and meant them.

Thank ya for reading chapter four of Slave to Love! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I would much appreciate it if you'd take a moment to vote below, and if you have time for feedback, I would absolutely love to hear your thoughts on what you liked, and didn't like about this story. I am always looking to improve my writing, and feedback is the best way to accomplish this :) Again, I hope you enjoyed it!

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Slave to Love Ch. 05



Disclaimer: Welcome to my world! As always, here comes the disclaimer. You just can't live without those, can you? My stories are almost always fantasy based, (vampires and werewolves and angels, Oh my!) and this one is no different. This story holds strong BDSM themes as well as Slavery, polyamoury and romance. Mind you, my depiction of Slavery is *not* real life based, it is fantasy, my idea of what real slavery might be like in my fantasy world.

This Chapter has no sex! Yes, it's true :gasps in horror: This is a short chapter that is plot and character building. If you're gonna throw a hissy fit because this particular chapter doesn't have humping, skip it! The next chapter doesn't have sex either! :grins: However, after chapter six we get back to the dirty love making. Hehe. So, if you guys aren't into the storyline, and only want the adorable angel boy sex, wait till chapter seven or reread the last few chapters.

If you choose to get into the real world scene, do your research, make sure you have safewords and stay completely safe, sane, and consensual. The D/s world can be a wonderful thing when enjoyed safely, as kinks or as a lifestyle. That said, if none of the above bothers you, enjoy the fifth installment of "Slave to Love".

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"Hi, my name's Cia." The young lady who was leading Eko down the hall said cheerfully, giving Eko's hand a little warm squeeze. "I was hoping I'd get to meet you, the whole house is buzzing about you." She said, excited and happy. 

Eko just gazed down at his feet silently, unable to force himself to say anything. 

Slowing her steps, Cia paused and tugged Eko to a stop. "What's wrong?" She asked quietly, tilting her head down to try and get into the angel boys line of sight. "Why're you cryin'?" 

"N-no r-reason." Eko whispered, his voice hoarse and his stammer back in force.

"You don't need to be so scared of Master Daman." She went on blithely, once more assuming that was the cause of Eko's melancholy. "I remember when I first came here, I was so scared. I tried to run away, and he beat me so bad I cried for days. But then, afterwards, when I finally realized that I had a good thing going for me here he treated me like a princess! He even bought me a ruby studded collar. It was the nicest thing anyone ever did for me. You just have to understand that he's a strange man, but we all love him." She said.

"I h-hate h-him!" Eko hissed vehemently, his eyes snapping rage. 

Cia silenced immediately, her eyes softening just a touch.

"Eko..." she began in a hesitant voice, her huge pale blue eyes concerned.

"N-no!" he interrupted her, folding his arms over his tiny chest. "J-just t-take m-me s-so I c-can get th-the hum-miliation o-over w-with." He snapped. He should be nicer to her, he knew that he was over reacting when she was just trying to be kind, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

Over the course of the last week, Eko had just simply been through to much. He'd been kidnapped, he missed his home and his family. He'd been treated like an animal, sold, sexually assaulted, abused, trussed up like a damn turkey and had his heart broken. He just wanted to go be alone, slide into a warm bed and sleep the rest of his life away. He was emotionally exhausted, and now he was being taken to the man who had become his personal tormenter. 

Cia's hand came out to take Eko's in against her palm, "When was the last time you ate?"

Eko cocked his head at the odd question, frowning at her slightly. He had to actually think about it, and when he did, he realized he hadn't had anything substantial in over a day and a half. Sure, he'd had some water or a couple of snack type items, but nothing that would have qualified as a meal. "A-almost t-two d-days." He whispered shyly, suddenly feeling dreadful for having snapped at the young woman who clearly just wanted to help him in some way.

"Two days! Oh gods, this will not do." She said, compressing her lips in a thin line. Taking his hand in hers again she pulled him down the hallway, stopping by the door that Eko recognized as his Masters quarters. She knocked sharply, and a murmured enter came through the door, sounding slightly distracted.

Cia pulled Eko through the doorway, his wings once more beginning to drag listlessly upon the ground behind him as he stared down at the floor. He didn't even glance up, he was too tired and heartbroken to care what his Master was doing at this point, and it didn't matter anyhow, it was pretty well guaranteed to be painful for Eko.

"Master, I beg permission to speak freely." Cia said, looking up into Daman's handsome face. His bright green eyes never failed to take her breath away, but even so, she took a deep breath, steadied her nerves, and stood up to her full height.

Daman eyed her for a moment, and the clearly broken little Angel clinging with a white-knuckled grip to her hand, then sighed deeply. "Go on, Princess, speak what you must." He said, running a hand over his face tiredly.

"My Master," she began, her knees threatening to go out from under her, but she managed to stand strong, "I beg of you, allow Eko to eat. In your infinite wisdom, you no doubt have a reason for having denied him the basic necessity of food, but I fear that without sustenance soon, the little thing just won't be able to stay standing." 

Daman actually paused, his eyes slowly rising up to meet the eyes of the little slave who begged for Eko's well being. Truth be told, he'd utterly forgotten to make sure the little thing had eaten. Being what he is, a vampire of sorts, he ate rarely and when he did it was most often of the liquid variety. He'd simply forgotten that Eko needed to eat, and he'd been here so short a time that he didn't know he could call for his own food. He saw the understanding in Cia's eyes, she knew he'd forgotten, and yet she'd worded it in a manner that left him without fault.

She would have done well as a politician in any world.

Smiling gratefully to her, Daman nodded his head. "Have a tray sent up from the kitchen, and make sure there is plenty to drink as well. He is probably dehydrated also." Daman said crisply, then took a step towards her as her eyes flashed brilliant pride at that smile from him. Cupping her face, Daman tilted her chin upwards and leaned down to brush a gentle kiss against her lips. "Thank you, Cia, you've earned a reward today." He whispered against her mouth and had the pleasure of feeling her shiver with anticipation.

"Thank you, M'Lord." She whispered, then when he drew away from her, she turned towards Eko, who hadn't looked up during the entire exchange. "Eko, you have to let go of my hand now." She said gently, and with a deep shuddering sigh, the little angel boy glanced up at her out of the corner of his eye, but didn't release her. "I'm gonna go get you some food. Master Daman will take care of you till I get back with the tray." She whispered gently, and finally after a moment he nodded his head hesitantly and released her from his near-crushing grip.

The door clicked behind Cia as she left, leaving Eko with a decidedly ominous feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Staring hard at the floor, Daman noticed all the hallmarks of dejected emotional agony in the angel boy, and silently cursed himself for whatever he'd done to have brought himself this close to breaking him. His wings dragged on the floor, his color was too pale, even for him, his breathing was shallow, he smelled of fear, but not the sharp tang of fear that is immediate, rather the more sedate scent of fear that clings to a person who's given up hope.

Slowly, so as not to startle him, Daman stepped towards the little creature, one hand coming out to take his hand, limp and clammy, in his large one. He watched slightly bemused as the tiny fingers were swallowed in his own, and even when touched, Eko didn't look up. "Come, Eko." Daman whispered gently, his free hand coming up to brush away strands of his hair from his forehead, causing him to flinch just a little.

Some reaction was better then no reaction at all.

Daman slowly lead him over to a small table and chair set, pulling out a seat and shifting Eko into the soft cushioned thing. "Sit down, little bird." He purred gently, and Eko did what was asked of him without arguing, settling on the edge of his seat in a pose that just screamed discomfort.

Daman knelt down by his chair, frowning slightly. Sure, he'd been punished and the first serious punishment was always a very difficult experience for any new slave, but this was far worse then any reaction he'd ever seen. Maybe he'd gone to far when he'd had Angel take the boys mouth, but it'd be so beautiful to watch, Daman couldn't resist at the time. 

Now he was wishing he had. 

"Eko, look at me, little bird." He murmured, and again without argument, he lifted his eyes to lock gazes with his master. What Daman saw in those large lavender eyes froze the breath in his lungs. He looked as though someone had sucked the very life out of him, and suddenly frightened for his new pet, his hand came out and touched his forehead and cheeks, checking to see if he'd taken ill. "Eko, it's alright, little one." He said, "Stay here, and I shall make certain that you are cared for." 

Standing, Daman quickly moved towards his bed, pulling back his rough coverlet so that the soft satiny smooth sheets beneath were visible. Quickly, he set up the bed so that pillows could comfortably keep Eko in the seated position, and when he was convinced that it was as comfortable as he himself could make it, he returned to the angel side and lifted him into his arms carefully, carrying him over to be placed on the softness of that bed.

"Have you taken ill, Eko?" he asked, positioning himself along the edge of the bed, and after a moment the smaller man looked up and blinked at him, then shook his head.

"I d-don't th-think s-so, M-master." Came the stammered words, and then out of the blue, "I-I'd l-like to h-have s-sex n-now."

Daman did a double take, he'd been so worried about making certain his little angle got whatever it was he needed to take care of himself, that for a moment he thought it was only wishful thinking that had caused him to imagine the admission. However, when he looked into those dull and lifeless lavender eyes, he saw that he had meant the words he'd spoken, but for entirely the wrong reasons. Hidden in the depths of those beautiful eyes was hopelessness.

The absolute knowledge that he should give up, because fighting would do him no good.

As much as he wanted Eko, he didn't want him like this. He wanted the angelboy impassioned, excited, determined, or any other mix of emotions that showed spark and fire, or that sweet innocence that had drawn Daman to him in the first place.

Daman opened his mouth, but the moment he did their came another knock at the door, and instead he called out, "Come in!" sharply, wanting Cia to bring the food then leave him in peace with his new acquisition. 

She came sweeping into the room with all the imperious air of royalty, which shouldn't be surprising, because she'd been royalty at one time, before she'd come to live in this world as a slave. Behind her came two servant boys, and Daman had to smother the smile that threatened to spread across his face as she directed them with the ease one born to rule generally had.

"Food on the table, then pick up the table and move it beside the bed for Master Daman. Hurry now, do not keep our master waiting!" she clapped her hands as if that would get the poor boys to move quicker, and when it didn't she actually stomped her foot in frustration. 

Daman waited patiently for the table to be brought to him, then smiled and dismissed all three without a second look. Cia lagged behind the boys for a moment, but at a look from him, she made a comical 'eeping' sound that was completely out of context with the rest of her performance, and bolted for the door as quickly as she could.

"Let's get some food in your belly, Eko." Daman said simply, ignoring the words that he'd spoken only moments before. That could be dealt with shortly, but for now he had to get Eko fed. He lifted the first tray from the table, placing it on the bed in front of the young man, chuckling lightly. "She really went all out, didn't she?" he asked, grinning playfully.

Eko didn't seem to notice. 

Instead he surveyed the contents of the tray with a disinterested eye. After a moment, he picked up a halved piece of fruit. "What's th-this?" he asked.

"That's a fig. It's very sweet and tasty." He offered, and to his pleasure Eko took a bite of the tiny fruit and his eyes brightened, if only marginally. "Good huh? Here, try this," he said, taking the fruit from Eko's hands and a piece of cured thinly sliced ham, wrapped them up together, then handed it back to him. Eko took a bite hesitantly, watching Daman as if certain the food is now poison since his hands had touched it.

But when he took that bite, his eyes widened, then in no time flat the scrumptious morsel was gone and Eko was licking his fingers, eyeing the contents on the rest of the tray. Next, he picked up a strawberry, "W-what's this?" he asked again, and Daman chuckled. This was going to be a long, long breakfast, he could tell already.

"That, is a strawberry. Here, dip it in the sugar." He offered, and Eko obliged him, taking a bite of the incredibly ripe fruit, then sending his tiny pink tongue darting out to catch the juices staining his lips. That one simple movement made Daman want to kiss him, but he held off.

Fruit was all well and good, but it had little protein, and Daman knew the younger male needed protein in his diet if he was going to remain healthy. So next, he picked up a piece of bread and spread some piping hot brie cheese over it, placed a piece of basil over that, a tomato over that, and then another slice of cured ham before handing it over to Eko. "Try that." He offered, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. 

Eko did, and again, two seconds flat and the make-shift sandwich was completely gone, leaving Eko licking his fingertips afterwards, wide-eyed. 

They spent a good hour on food, Eko asking in his nervous stammer what something was, and Daman telling him patiently what it went best with. He tried cheeses and fruits, meats and veggies with dipping sauces. He even tried juices, wines and teas, and by the time he was full he'd at least sampled every single last thing on both trays, and his stomach was so full he clutched at it, making adorable little noises while his eyes drooped lazily.

Daman leaned back on the bed beside Eko, at some point he'd decided to get more comfortable, and Eko had willingly scooted over to make room for him. The tiny little creature beside him turned his head, regarding Daman with those wide eyes silently for a moment. He noticed, with some satisfaction, that he was beginning to look quite a bit better. The pain and hurt wasn't gone, and he hadn't regained his vitality yet, but he was well on his way to recovering at least some of what he'd lost.

"A-are y-you g-going t-to f-f-f-fuck me n-now?" Eko stammered so badly he had to look away to hide his blush of shame. A second of silence, and Daman found himself reaching for his new slave, bringing him up into his lap so he could wrap his arms loosely around him, looking down into his eyes.

"I told you I wasn't going to rape you, Eko." He murmured softly, and Eko bit his lower lip.

"I kn-now." He whispered, "b-but e-everyone k-keeps s-saying I sh-should just g-give u-up a-and g-give you what y-you w-want or I w-will h-hurt even more." Those sweet eyes began to fill with tears once more, and Daman felt his heart stutter and stop for a moment. He really was getting far to attached to the little creature before him.

"Well... yes, that is true. You're training will be more intense the longer you hold out for me. Are you sure that you want to do this now?" he asked, then grimaced a little, taking note of the little ones current physical shape. He wasn't in any shape to be loosing his virginity, and Daman wanted to take him with a tenderness that was fierce and needy, yet wholly precious inside his heart. Why he felt so much for such a simple little being was beyond him, but Daman had learned long ago that you do not question your intuition, and he wasn't about to start now, with Eko sitting in his lap.

"Y-yes, I-I'm sure." He whispered, averting his eyes.

"Okay, tonight then, will be the night. I will let you rest here for a little while, and then I'll send you off to be readied for this special evening. You'll get a nice warm bath, and when you come back to me you'll feel so very good, I promise little bird," Daman said soothingly, and Eko nodded a bit dully.

Despair assailed Eko, and to hide it he tucked his face in against the warmth of Daman's neck, who though his slave was just trying to be affectionate. His arms came out about him, and stroked between Eko's wings, eliciting a soft whimpering moan and a fluttering flurry of feathers. 

When Eko had walked from Angel's room after his declaration of love, he'd realized that no matter how he wanted it, he was not going to find love and comfort from anyone here. He was as unloved as Angel claimed himself to be, and that realization had struck something deep and profound in the tiny little bird. He might as well give himself to Daman now, as there would be no hope in holding out for true love. True love would never come to him, and the thought saddened him, but made things that much more clear. 

Daman was completely unaware of the thoughts swirling in Eko's mind, only aware of the warm feel of the boy pressed to his chest, and the sensation of his hot breath tickling along his neck. He knew, however, that something was deeply wrong with Eko. Far worse then any punishment he could have meted out. He didn't know what to do, for he had a feeling if he pushed, Eko would retreat into a shell and never emerge again, so instead he just held the trembling figure in his lap, his hands continuing to stroke over his body gently, slowly.

Lifting Eko in his arms, he carefully laid him out along the bed, sliding down to snuggle him against Daman's chest gently, as the youth began to doze lightly. His stomach full, he was naturally getting sleepy, and the sight of it was enough to make Daman smile, though that gnawing knowledge that something was horribly wrong still ate at his insides.

Daman held him like that for a couple of hours, watching as the young man slept in his arms. In sleep he was so peaceful, that innocent man-child he'd purchased in the coral at the slave market, untouched by all that had transpired in the past couple of days. But Daman knew that the boy he'd bought was slowly dying, and if he wasn't careful, what took its place would be another cynical young man like his Angel was. He loved Angel, but the fire elemental had a way of getting under his skin, boiling his blood and making him say and do things that he had no intention of doing. Sometimes those things were good, but more often then not they were quite awful.

He thought about Angel as he held Eko, and wondered if the angel boy was getting on with his other slave as well as he'd hoped they would. Oh, he knew there would be jealousy, but he had to be honest with himself and admit he hadn't expected them to have befriended one another so quickly. He'd thought for sure it would take a week at least, but Eko had risked further punishment the night before to protect Angel's feelings.

Either the two were closer then he understood, or Eko was an extraordinary young man. Daman was beginning to think it might be a combination of the two things.

Slowly, oh so slowly, Eko's wings began to stretch out, and Daman watched with lighthearted amusement fluttering across his face as he peeked one eye open, then smothered a yawn with one of his delicate hands. "Mmm, did you rest well, little bird?" Daman asked, and when Eko nodded, he noticed that the color was coming back to his face, and his eyes were beginning to regain some of the sparkle they'd had in then the night previous. 




Slave to Love Ch. 05



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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Thank ya for reading chapter five of Slave to Love! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I would much appreciate it if you'd take a moment to vote below, and if you have time for feedback, I would absolutely love to hear your thoughts on what you liked, and didn't like about this story. I am always looking to improve my writing, and feedback is the best way to accomplish this :) Again, I hope you enjoyed it!

Nikki

This story, and all stories written by Nicole Willmeth and posted to Literotica.com is the sole property of Nicole Willmeth. Any unauthorized use of any stories written under the name Sachiaiko is strictly illegal, and will warrant action taken. 

If you would like to contact me about using any of my work, I am more then happy to discus it. Please contact me via feedback, I love to offer my work to magazines and publishers, and am still in search of an agent. ;)



Slave to Love Ch. 06



Disclaimer: Welcome to my world! As always, here comes the disclaimer. You just can't live without those, can you? My stories are almost always fantasy based, (vampires and werewolves and angels, Oh my!) and this one is no different. This story holds strong BDSM themes as well as Slavery, polyamoury and romance. Mind you, my depiction of Slavery is *not* real life based, it is fantasy, my idea of what real slavery might be like in my fantasy world.

This Chapter has no sex! Yes, it's true :gasps in horror: This is a short chapter that is plot and character building. If you're gonna throw a hissy fit because this particular chapter doesn't have humping, skip it! The next chapter does get back into the sexual aspect of things. :grins: Hehe. So, if you guys aren't into the storyline, and only want the adorable angel boy sex, wait till chapter seven or reread the last few chapters.

If you choose to get into the real world scene, do your research, make sure you have safewords and stay completely safe, sane, and consensual. The D/s world can be a wonderful thing when enjoyed safely, as kinks or as a lifestyle. That said, if none of the above bothers you, enjoy the sixth installment of "Slave to Love".

**

As it turned out, Cia absolutely loved readying slaves to be with their Master. She got to play with beautiful and expensive things as well as make Daman proud of the work she'd done. Those two things together made her rather excitable when it came to bathing and preparing Eko for his upcoming night of passion.

Unfortunately, that also meant she didn't stay quiet very much. She wanted to know everything about Eko, from the type of food he ate at home, to what his family was like, and everything in between. It was hard for him to stand, honestly, considering he was so deeply lost in thought.

"Eko? What's on your mind?" Cia finally asked after an extended period of time where he'd manage to forget about her last question entirely. "Are you worried about tonight? Or is it something else that's troubling you?"

Eko looked up at her, sitting inside the huge bathtub with him, a strange washcloth contraption that looked like a glove, dripping suds, on one hand. She looked at him with an odd mixture of compassion, tenderness, and annoyance. It made Eko's wings tremble with uncertainty.

"W-what d-do you m-mean?" He whispered in response. She exhaled sharply in frustration. 

"It's obvious something's bothering you, and I don't think it's just about tonight." She said again, frowning slightly.

Eko sighed deeply, his eyes slowly lowering to the steaming water he was seated in. After a moment, his slight shoulders rolled in a gentle shrug. "I-I'm in l-love." He finally stammered out, swallowing hard.

Cia was actually speechless, which was clearly a feat all in itself, but when she finally spoke it was in a quiet voice. "I take it not with Master Daman." She watched as Eko hesitantly shook his head in the negative. "Wooboy." She mumbled. "Is he here?" She asked, and when he nodded, she swallowed hard. "Angel. Shit. You didn't fuck him did you?"

Eko's head snapped up, eyes wide with mortified embarrassment. "N-no." he said, then sniffled softly as his tears threatened to break. "I'm s-so co-confused." He wailed quietly, his eyes turning a beautiful grayish lavender with the impending tears. "I th-thought M-master w-was evil... th-then h-he l-loved o-on me t-today. N-now I d-don't kn-now w-what t-too do." He tried to stifle a sob, his wings shaking so hard they sent ripples throughout the warm water of the tub. "I d-don't w-want t-to h-have s-sex w-with h-him b-but I al-already s-said I w-would."

Cia reached over and began to scrub his back and shoulders again with the soapy glove, sighing softly as she mulled over what she'd been told. It was odd for Eko to bath with a naked female, but he was beginning to feel a sort of sisterly companionship with her, the way she chattered and talked, and now listened to his problems, making him feel somewhat steady and comfortable in a crazy and untamed world. 

"Well..." she began, chewing absently on her lower lip as she stared at the wall over his shoulder. "I don't know what you should do, Eko. Does Angel feel the same way about you?" She asked, and that was the question Eko'd been dreading. Suddenly, he burst into tears. Whole hearted gut wrenching sobs that shook his tiny frame. Instantly, Cia's warm body was pressed against him as she wrapped Eko up in her arms, nearly pulling him into her lap as she rocked him gently, murmuring nonsense words in that way parents do with crying babies.

"N-nooo." Eko cried helplessly, shaking his head. "H-he d-doesn't l-love me a-at all!" his words were anguished as he pressed himself into the comforting arms of the young woman. 

"Which is why you asked for Master Daman to take you tonight..." Cia whispered her understanding.

"You What!?" The angry voice cut through the room, and when Eko and Cia looked up, they saw Angel standing in the doorway. 

He was an incredible sight, and for a moment, Eko forgot completely what he'd been crying over. Angel stood in the doorway wearing nothing but a pair of bright red leather pants, so tight they appeared to have been sewn onto his body, and a matching set of shining gold rings in each nipple, a sparkling sunstone bead holding each closed. His fiery hair billowed around his body, the colors shifting and moving, giving the impression of living flame. In fact, the longer Eko stared at him, the more like fire his hair really did look. 

Heat billowed off of Angel in waves, causing that odd ripple effect that happens surrounding an open flame, and his eyes burned a glowing orange-red, actually glowed with a supernatural power. "You did what?" Angel asked again, his voice a menacing whisper, eyes snapping misplaced rage.

He took slow steps towards the bathtub, making his slight form look every bit as menacing as his voice sounded only moments previous. He looked more the Master then Daman had earlier that morning, and it sparked some terror in Eko's heart, making it impossible for him to speak. He began to shake uncontrollably against Cia's body, and she hugged him closer as she watched Angel approach.

"Answer me!" Angel snapped, tossing the clothing Eko hadn't realized he'd been holding to the cold tiled floor. Eko heard a soft terrified sound, and after a moment he realized it'd come from his own tight and constricted throat. Tears seeped unheeded down his cheeks, and he pressed in closer to Cia in a silent plea for protection. "Why isn't he answering me?" He growled out at Cia, eyes moving from Eko to the young woman.

"Because he's terrified." She replied. "Tone down the heat, fire-boy." She sounded angry, but Eko had managed to rip his gaze away to hide his face in the crook of her neck, making horrified little whimpers and half-repressed sobs. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Angel!" She snapped at him.

Angel actually followed her advice, turning his face towards the mirror covering one wall of the bathroom. He paused at the sight of himself, he looked like a warrior, an avenging fire-demon with something to fight for. He looked downright frightening. He clenched his fists at his sides, taking slow deep breaths as he gazed at his reflection. Slowly, his hair began to tone down, his eyes dimmed, and the heat pouring off of him diminished down to an acceptable level. He had to close his eyes for a moment, forcing himself to control his emotions, his rage, his desire, and his self recrimination, and when he opened his eyes again he was more like his usual self.

"I've never seen you pull fireworks like that, Angel." Cia whispered, awe tingeing her voice now that the immediate danger was passed. 

"I'm growing into my powers." Angel replied nonchalantly, as if it made no matter to him, but truthfully it was concerning him. His powers were connected to his emotions, and were choosing a terrible time to start maturing, considering how emotional the last few days had been. "So, the clothes I was asked to bring here was for Eko's first night of mindless fucking, huh?" He asked, trying to sound flippant, and only managing to sound angry.

Eko chose that moment to give a helpless sob, choking on his own indrawn breath as Cia glared angrily at Angel.

"Shut up, Angel. You're being a prick." She growled at him, running a hand over Eko's damp hair in a soothing gesture as his wings fluttered and trembled in the water. 

"What'd I say?" he asked, frowning. "It's the truth. He's gonna fuck Daman, and then he'll be Master's toy in every aspect, just as the two of us are. It's a good thing, but let's not sugar coat it for him, its fucking, plain and simple."

"ANGEL!" She shouted, "Shut the hell up! You're scaring him!" She tried to pull the little angelboy away from her neck, but he clung to her so helplessly that she couldn't dislodge him from her body. 

Angel stalked silently to the edge of the tub, sitting on the tiled edge. "I don't know why he's so upset. He asked for it didn't he?" He knew he was being cruel, but he couldn't stop the words from pouring out of his mouth. Just this morning Eko had professed love of him, and now he's going to fuck their Master.

"Y-you're th-the o-one wh-who t-t-t-told me t-too!!" Eko suddenly cried out helplessly. "Wh-why d-do you e-even c-care?! Y-you d-don't w-want me!" he sobbed helplessly, finally drawing away from Cia to look at the other boy with hurt and dull lavender eyes. He looked broken, and in that moment, Angel realized why Eko'd done it. He'd done it because of him. Horror assailed him, and with it a heat wave poured off his body causing both Cia and Eko to hide their faces from the intensity of his flame before he could force himself to dampen it.

"Oh gods." Angel whisper, "No... no, no... Eko, don't do this. Don't."

Eko forced himself to look back at the other boy, setting his face in a blank mask, a mask that was beginning to be second nature to him after the past couple of days. He didn't say anything, just looked at him with those dull eyes.

Angel knew, he knew he should tell the other boy he did love him, but the words stuck in his throat, and after a moment of staring at one another silently, Eko turned his face back into the crook of Cia's neck. "M-make h-him l-leave." He whispered dully.

"Angel..." she whispered, looking at him with her large pale blue eyes, pleading silently with him to give Eko what he needed. But Angel couldn't do it, he couldn't put his heart out for another person, no matter how he felt. He couldn't get crushed again, when Eko fell for Daman, he'd forget all about him and the only thing he could do to stave off the inevitable was to deny his feelings completely.

Compressing his lips into a thin line, Angel stood up from his seat on the edge of the tub. "Well then, have fun Angelboy. Don't fight him, or it will hurt like hell." And with that, Angel turned and swept out of the bathroom. He didn't stop walking till he closed the door to his bedroom, and the moment he did, he sank to the floor, curling his arms around himself and began to rock slowly.

His feelings were a jumble as he pressed his back against the door, rocking back and forth gently. He wanted to cry, but tears wouldn't come. The smell of wood smoke tickled his nose as he stared at the floor, the door burning slowly where it was touching his bare skin. He didn't care, the world could go up in flames around him, and he wouldn't have cared in that moment.

The image of Daman fucking his Angelboy was too much for him to bear; he'd have given anything to remove his ability to think at that moment...

**

The next hour went by in silence. Cia had tried to engage him in conversation, to both cheer him up and to council him on how to deal with Angel, but Eko couldn't force himself to respond. By the time he was all clean, primped and perfect, Eko was in worse shape then he'd been that morning.

"Eko, you have to loosen up, smile, come on this is a big night. You don't want to disappoint Master Daman." She said as she ran a brush through his wealth of beautiful soft hair. It shone silky smooth as she gently worked all of the knots out, and when she'd managed this, she picked out a bit of hair from behind his ear and began a slim braid, eyes locked on her work.

Eko sighed gently, licking his lips before closing his eyes with a tiny shake of his head. "I j-just w-want it t-to b-be over as q-quick as I c-can." He whispered softly. "s-so I c-can c-crawl into b-bed a-and s-sleep." 

Cia was worried, Eko was beginning to look worse and worse with each moment that passed, and she had a feeling no matter how beautiful she made him, Master Daman wouldn't be taking him no matter what the boy claimed he wanted. It was clear at this moment that the boy didn't want to be touched, period, not even a little bit. She completed both braids, tying them off with amethyst studded thongs, then stepped back to look at him.

She'd done a good job, he looked truly stunning. His hair hung free, dark and swaying with his movements, accented by the startling splashes of color in his lavender streaks. She'd chosen to dress him much like Angel had been dressed earlier, but his pants were a rich buttery soft black leather that clung to him in all the right ways. She had to admit he was one of the most beautiful boys that Master had ever brought into his household.

She'd used a gentle adhesive to place a beautiful rich purple amethyst into Eko's navel, causing a sparkle to catch the eye as he moved in the light. Amethyst studded white gold wrist-cuffs crept their way up each forearm, and though she'd wanted to put rings through his nipples, she'd soon realized he hadn't had them pierced yet, so instead she'd used two amethyst studded nipple clamps which caused some discomfort. He was beautiful, and she knew Daman was going to go nuts when he saw Eko.

Taking his hand in her own, Cia began to lead him out of bathroom and down the hall. It was the same path he'd taken his first evening here, but this time he knew what he was walking into, he knew where he was going, and the naked slaves wandering the halls now seemed almost common place to him. It was amazing how quickly his perceptions were changing. Stress and trauma have a tendency to do that to a person, he guessed.

Pausing at the door, Cia turned him gently to face her. She fussed with his hair a moment, then touched his cheek. "Don't worry. It won't be so horrible; Daman's never been that rough the first time he takes a person. You'll do just fine, okay? She watched as he nodded numbly, and then knocked on the door in three quick raps.

"Come in!" Eko heard Daman's voice, muffled by the door, and Cia simply opened it up and waited for him to go through. He thought she'd follow him, but when he heard the soft click of the door closing behind him he knew he was all alone with his Master.

Daman was seated at his big comfortable chair, and for a moment Eko just stood there, watching his master watch him. It was one of those moments, peaceful and quiet, the calm before the storm. 

As Daman looked at the beautiful boy standing before him, he took note of the way the wings drooped, but it was clear that he was trying to hold them up proud. He saw the way his eyes lacked the luster he'd helped restore that morning during their lunch and cuddle session, and he knew something was wrong. It wasn't fear, not the fear that might come with being anxious about loosing his virginity. This was that hopeless desperation again, the knowledge that there was nothing he could do to change his life so he's simply giving in, giving up, and doing what was wanted of him. It broke Daman's heart in a way it really shouldn't have, he shouldn't be so attached to the angel.

"Come here, Eko." He said in a gentle voice, noticing that Eko didn't even hesitate as he walked towards him, stopping inches away. Daman reached his hand up to cup Eko's face gently, "What's wrong, Eko? I thought you were feeling better when you left my rooms earlier today. Tell me what's wrong."

"I c-c-can't, M-master." He whispered, lowering his eyes sadly.

"Why not?" 

"'c-c-cause it'll m-make y-you a-angry." He whispered in response gently, then sniffled.

"Why do you think it'll make me angry, Eko?"

"J-just 'c-cause."

"I'd like to know what has you so down, Eko. Come here." Daman drew the angel boy down into his lap, curling his arms around him and nestling Eko against his chest, mindful of his wings. "Tell me, Eko." He commanded gently.

Eko sighed deeply, closing his eyes for a moment, trying to build up the courage "I ... I... I l-love A-angel 'c-cept h-he d-doesn't l-love m-me back." He finally stammered out anxiously, avoiding looking Daman in the eyes until he heard a rich chuckling laugh.

"You thought that'd upset me? That you love Angel? No, Eko, that doesn't upset me at all. I'm glad you feel like that about Angel because you're going to be spending a lot of time with him." Daman said, watching when Eko raised teary eyes to meet his.

"B-but h-he d-doesn't l-love m-me!" Eko wailed helplessly.

Daman chuckled softly, shaking his head and lifting to a standing position easily with the angel still held in his arms. He made his way towards the intercom, pressing the button and said, "Send Angel to my room. Now." He ordered, then returned he and Eko to the chair, cuddling the young man in his arms. "I don't think that Angel doesn't love you, Eko. I think that maybe you just feel very strongly, very quickly, and that maybe we're all just trying to catch up to how we feel. You're innocent, Eko, and that makes everything you feel so much stronger because you aren't used to it yet, and that doesn't make it any less real. Do you understand what I'm saying?" he asked delicately.

Daman watched as Eko mulled his words over, obviously trying to grasp his point. "S-so... you th-think h-he d-does l-love m-me?" He asked, looking so hopeful it broke Daman's heart. He hoped he was right, he hoped he wasn't setting Eko up for untold disappointment and pain.

"I think that if he doesn't already, he will shortly if you give him some time, Eko. I am a little sad you didn't love me first, but I suppose that's to be expected, the last few days have been quite hard on you, I know." He said, gently stroking a hand through Eko's soft hair in a soothing gesture.

It was just that moment when Angel pushed the door open without knocking, and Daman realized with surprise he didn't look much better then Eko did. They were both in tremendous emotional pain. Now, Daman was a dealer in pain, but it was the physical type he relished, not the emotional brand he enjoyed. Seeing both his beloved pets in this much anguish was something that cut him right to the heart, and it was clear he had to remedy the situation immediately.

Angel was burning up, heat pouring off of him in waves, which was the second thing Daman noticed about him. He looked fiery, his hair was wild, eyes wide and glowing in the dim light of the room. He crossed his arms over his bare chest, keeping his distance from the two in the chair because he knew he was putting off heat and he couldn't control it in that moment. Thankfully, Daman didn't push him to come any closer.

"You look as terrible as Eko does." Daman said quietly, "Tell me, what's wrong?" 

"Nothing." Angel spat, reverting to the fiery anger that was his natural defense mechanism. He and Eko were so different, night and day. The same pain causing different reactions in them both.

"Don't lie to me. Tell me what's wrong." Daman said, then paused for a moment as his other slave glared at him angrily. "You're in love with Eko." He didn't ask, he stated it as the fact he knew it was.

Angel's eyes shone first shock, then fear, and finally a deep pain. It was the truth, by his reaction, Daman knew it was the truth, yet Angel still denied it.




Slave to Love Ch. 06



"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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Slave to Love Ch. 07



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"I love you too," Angel whispered.

"I do-don't kn-now i-if I l-love y-you y-yet, M-master." Eko replied honestly, "B-but I d-don't h-hate y-you an-anym-more, and I th-think y-you're s-special." 

It was so honest and adorable, but the other two started chuckling softly. "Who wants to feed me tonight?" Daman asked, drawing away from the two of them and slowly herding them towards the large bed on the opposite side of the room.

"I will."

"I-I w-will." Both boys said at the very same time, then grinned at each other shyly. 

"L-let Angel, I'll w-watch?" Eko amended, and Daman nodded his head.

"You'll do more then watch." Daman replied, "We'll use this as a chance to teach you how to pleasure your new love. Take your clothing off, both of you." He said, turning to pull back the bed to the soft sheets.

Angel glanced at Eko, a smile touching his lips. He looked tired, but he looked happy. It had been an exhausting day – an incredibly exhausting day, but a good outcome the end. Eko began to fidget with his pants, his wings flexing with anticipation of what was coming. He'd been on the bitten end of Daman's feedings twice, but he hadn't gotten to watch it yet and he couldn't wait to touch Angel without the threat of punishment hanging over his head.

Both boys managed to get out of their clothes, despite the fact they couldn't take their eyes off of one another. It was adorable, they fumbled and squirmed and nearly fell over a couple times in their haste to remove their pants without looking to what they were doing. When they finally turned their eyes back to Daman, he too was nude, in all of his glory. It was the first time Eko had seen Daman naked and for a moment he forgot how to speak.

The man was a virtual god. Huge and dark, his body a rippled mass of velvet over stone, he was one of the most stunning specimens of masculinity Eko had ever seen. He was so small and slight compared to the giant of a man standing by the end of the bed. Laughter danced in his green eyes as he observed Eko's reaction to him, it never ceased to please him when a slave looked at him like that, but when it came to Angel and now Eko, the look alone set his blood to boiling.

Eko stared in open-mouthed amazement. He couldn't tear his eyes free from his Master. He was so beautiful, and without thinking he stepped closer to him, one small hand coming out to stroke along the rippled planes of his abdomen, just to see if he was as silky as he looked, or as hard and unyielding as he appeared. He was both - soft and hard. It was the perfect form for a man like him, mirroring who he was on the inside and the connection was not lost on Eko, though he guessed it was lost on Daman himself.

"You like?" Their master growled low, and Eko's eyes snapped up to meet his, then a blush seeped from the top of his head down to the very tips of his toes and Daman gave that rich laugh that was part menacing and wholly sensual. 

Angel stepped up behind Eko, nuzzling the line of his neck until he reached and nipped at the edge of his ear, "Isn't he the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?" Angel whispered to the angel boy. Eko could only nod mutely, then let his eyes slide down to the very large, and very hard length of Daman's cock and he swallowed hard.

"Th-that wo-wont f-fit in-side of m-me." Eko whispered to Angel.

"Yes it will. It fits inside of me."

"Indeed. We'll show you, Eko. Won't we Angel?" Daman murmured his eyes ablaze with enough heat to match his little fire elemental.

"W-wont i-it h-hurt though?" Eko asked, concern fluttering across his face.

"It burns a bit at first, but then it feels so good you just want to melt into him and never leave." Angel replied, grinning before leaning in against Daman's chest and standing on his tip toes to place a kiss along one shoulder.

"I d-dunno." Eko said, looking rather unconvinced.

"Don't worry about it Eko, it's not happening till you want it to. Come on, let's get in bed. You kneel at the foot of the bed while Angel and I get comfortable." Daman drew Angel onto the bed then, leaning back comfortably against the pillows and drawing Angel with his back to Daman's chest. Legs spread, Daman hooked the fiery young mans legs over his, arms wrapped around his chest to nestle him in close. It was an odd position, partially because the way it was set up, Eko could see and touch any part of either man's cock and ass, and yet they both seemed utterly comfortable.

Nestled against one another, the two thick shafts laid hard and for some reasons Eko could think of nothing but tasting them. Licking his lips, he stared for quite sometime, until a glance up at their faces showed they were both watching him watch them, and then Eko was lost to embarrassed blushing for what seemed like an age and a half. 

"S-sorry." Eko whispered, crawling forward between their legs and kneeled with his palms flat on his thighs.

"Don't be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for." Daman purred, his voice a sensual rumble, soft against Eko's eardrums. That voice had some magical power over him, and as much as he'd have liked to, he couldn't deny his attraction to his Master. Seeing the two embracing as they were was enough to make his heart pound, they were so beautiful, and so very different from one another.

"I want you to explore with your hands and mouth, Eko. Touch and caress us, grow used to us." Daman murmured, turning his head to nuzzle along the curve of Angel's neck, inhaling the sweet warm and spicy scent of him. He always smelled a little like clean wood smoke, no matter how clean he was, and with all the fireworks he'd pulled that day it was stronger, that sweet scent that was Angel and only Angel. 

Angel's eyes were half-mast, lips parted with his soft panting breaths. He was already aroused, his cock engorged with a pearl of precum slipping down the head of his shaft then smearing between his and Daman's length. Eko watched that bead of sticky pleasure on its path, and by the time it began to coat the warmth of Daman's cock he found himself leaning forward to catch the taste on his tongue, gently lapping against each member in turn with a whimper of desire so strong it hit him like a cannonball in the belly.

Angel's body arched, tensed against Daman's, and Daman let out a low growl, fangs raking over the tender flesh of the neck in front of him. Eko could almost feel his hunger, and in an odd way that sensual hunger was his own. He wanted to taste and devour the cocks in front of him, he wanted to touch and caress, stroke and explore in his own way, in his own time with his own desires and not being forced into doing it.

Angel reached out one hand, his fingers gently stroking the soft lavender streaked locks of Eko's hair between those tiny soft licks. Each lap of that warm tongue sent little shivers up and down his spine, and when Eko tried to wrap his fingers around both shafts together, the sight alone was stunning, and Angel wondered if it affected Daman the same way.

"Isn't that one of the sexiest things you've ever seen?" Daman growled in a soft whisper against his ear, loud enough that had Eko been paying attention, he would have heard it but he was simply too wrapped up in his exploration to pay attention to words at that moment, which only made the experience that much more intense. He liked what he was doing, and that made it so much more precious.

Eko began to stroke as best he could, but the two cocks together was far more then one of his small hands could wrap around. Either way, it didn't stop nor deter him from what he wanted to do, and that was to stroke both Angel and Daman as one. He continues to pass gentle licks over the head of each cock, catching the salty-sweet precum as it beaded up and threatened to slide down the lengths, and after a moment he glanced up to see the other two men watching him, both drawing in ragged breaths but staying as still as they could to allow him his little adventure.

Eko's blush was bright, but so was his smile. "Y-you t-taste g-good." He whispered shyly, suddenly a little self conscious of his own actions.

"Do we?" came the lust-roughened reply from Daman, his eyes devouring the little angel boy as his teeth played havoc on Angel's throat, raking lightly and causing the other man to let out a soft whimpering sound from deep within his chest. Eko nodded his response mutely, as seemed to be his habit, then let his eyes trail back down to the cocks he had his hand wrapped around.

After a moment, he released them, his fingers hovering shyly over the tight puckered opening of Daman's body. He couldn't quite grasp the reality that his all powerful and dominant master would allow him to touch him in such a sacred place, yet quick glances back up to his face showed him that Daman had no intention of stopping whatever touch he may have chosen to bestow on either him or Angel. It only took him a moment more to make his mind up, and when he did, those soft fingers fluttered in gentle passes over that opening, and Daman growled low, letting out a soft hiss of pleasure that send spikes of desire slithering throughout Eko's belly.

It was incredible, how one day might change the feelings in Eko's heart so completely. How the love of his Angel could help to open him more fully to the other man Angel loved so dearly, help to calm the fears, ease the hurt that had been bestowed upon him in the past couple of days. That hurt wasn't gone, no, not at all, but it was dampened now by the intensity of his feelings for Angel. Part of him wanted to please his new love, do anything that he possibly could to show him how much he'd be willing to do for him. And another part of him was wholly and completely turned on by the idea and reality of the master that had been so cruel and yet so loving to him.

His fingers continued to caress, his thoughts whirling at a dervish pace as he did. A moment of inspiration hit him, and he reached up to catch the beads of precum upon each cock on his fingers, then slide them back down to caress and touch that tight opening he was so fascinated with. Truth be told, when his own ass had been touched, it was an incredibly pleasurable thing, even when Angel had been so rough with him, it had hurt though it had still turned him on. A confusing experience for him indeed, yet the truth was he enjoyed it.

Eko's fingers, slick now with precum, caressed and touched, then, a single digit hell bent on exploration and adventure pressed forward into that tight warmth, causing yet another hiss and growl to come from his master as he rocked his hips upward, allowing Eko better access with his curious affections. Lavender eyes darted upwards once more, only to see Daman's eyes locked on him. It was a look full of violent passion, a look that told Eko without words that it took every ounce of willpower the other man possessed not to simply pin him to the wall and fuck him till he screamed bloody murder. It was that look he noticed first, and it caused a trembling shiver to travel the length of his spine before he noticed anything else, excitement and trepidation boiling in his blood and crowding his heart.

The second thing he noticed was the vice-like grip he had on Angel, wrapped up in his arms and held tightly and closely to Daman's chest and Daman's fangs sunk deep into the side of his neck. Angel's face was a mask of pure bliss as Daman fed, as he slowly sipped as Eko himself had experienced on two previous occasions. The memory of that pleasure was enough to drive him absolutely mad, out of his mind and crazy with want. It was his own lust, his own want, not forced or pushed, not stolen away from him but rather something he could give to the two men in front of him with his own free will, and that pleased him, the sensation pleased him, and was new and precious and incredible.

Angel's body arched and writhed silently within his master's arms, and with each slow slide of his single tiny finger within his master's tight body, Daman held him even tighter, nearly crushing him, his own breathing coming in quick indrawn breaths through his nose as he fed. Angel's mouth opened, his hair began to billow with the intensity of his flames, and though it burned Daman, the pain added something to the event in and of itself for the dominant male. It was not common for him to allow such intimate touch, such a thing was almost unheard of for him, and while Eko didn't know that, Angel did.

The fire elemental reached out with his hands, reached out for Eko, then gave up in their search and ended up raking along the outer edges of Daman's thighs. Eko's breath caught at the sight, in fact he fancied he could feel the rake of warm fingertips against his own thighs as he watched the beauty of it There was so much danger, so much untapped violence in both men, something Eko himself did not possess, that it was hard not to be drawn into the picture presented to him without forgetting his own movements, his own desires. It was easy to be lost in the spiraling and never ending web of intensity the two other men wove and forget even who he was. 

Eko realized suddenly what Angel wanted, he wanted Eko. He wanted Eko to do something, anything, to touch him and be a part of his pleasure. It was a sudden realization, as though the thought had almost been planted into his mind, and the moment he had it he found himself leaning down, his free hand gripping Angel's cock and tilting it just right so he could engulf it in the warmth of his mouth. His other hand still continued to stroke that single finger in and out of his master slowly, but he was more focused on the taste, the sweetness and the pleasure of Angel as he writhed between both himself and their mutual master.

Eko moaned, the sound coming from a constricted and tight chest. He couldn't believe this moment was real, something about it was unfathomable, something about the moment made him want to beg to be taken, to spread his wings and submit to the will and desires of both men. Maybe he was simply getting a taste of what they both wanted from him, but he was not ready to do such a thing. However, he was more then ready to share what he could, and as that feeling intensified, as his lust grew, as he continued to have such odd thoughts he could not believe were his own, he sucked harder upon Angel's cock and stroked him with that free hand. 

Eko worked like a man possessed, what he lacked in experience he more than made up for with enthusiasm. His mouth slid down that length, inch by careful inch, until he could take no more and he had to pull back lest he choke. That didn't deter him, however, no way and no how. He simply began again, savoring the sweetness, the pleasure and incredible taste of Angel. He heard moans, gasps and hisses, and when he opened his hazy eyes and cut them upward, he saw both men staring at him, both men making those noises at the way Eko touched them.

He watched them, watch him as his tongue flickered over the head of the cock in his mouth, as he turned his finger in the tightness and warm of his Masters ass, and he noticed a change in Angel. It was sudden and immediate, he brightened and his body tensed. He became warmer within Eko's mouth, hot almost, and suddenly his whole body arched against Daman's strong embrace, his fingernails raking over their master's thighs as he let out a helpless shout and squirmed against Eko's mouth and Daman's chest. The sweet innocent angel boy knew what was happening, Eko knew he was losing control, he was cumming, and he redoubled his efforts, he moved with Angel, he took whatever the other boy offered him and when finally his mouth began to fill with the heated liquid fire of his seed, Eko could do nothing but close his eyes and savor the taste as he swallowed every single drop down. 

A soft whimper escaped, and Eko realized it was him making the sound as he lightly and gently licked at the cock he'd been so happily feasting on. He cleaned every last drop of that sweet cum from its length, and when he was through he rested his cheek against Angel's thigh, trembling from head to toe with the intensity of his arousal. He wanted more, oh god, so much more. His skin felt tight and warm, he felt like if he didn't have some release he'd scream, he'd choke and he squirm helpless and uncontrollable. He felt that if he did not have something he'd die for certain.

Daman slowly released his Angel, licking at the wounds in his neck to help them close, and then turned his head to whisper soft words in Angel's ear, too quiet for the distraught and aroused Eko to hear.

"He needs, and he does not know what it is he needs." Daman murmured, and Angel tossed back a slow smile, nodding his head with hooded and sated eyes. "What shall we teach him, my beloved pet?" Daman murmured, and Angel appeared thoughtful for a moment, one hand stroking through Eko's hair as the other boy rubbed his cheek to his thigh like a great cat, begging for attention. He could barely control his breathing, and his wings continued to flex, as if doing so enough would find something soft and welcoming to rub against those wing bases.

Eko glanced up, looking at the two men he found to be so insanely beautiful, and despite his earlier assumption he was beginning to realize that even Daman had a heart, and even he was capable of love and maybe, just maybe, Eko wanted to be on the receiving end of that love if he could manage it. A soft breath escaped as he gazed up at the two with adoring lavender eyes, and both men smiled at him, real and genuine smiles that made his toes want to curl and his heart thump louder in his chest.

"A-are y-you st-still h-hungry?" Eko asked Daman curiously, his cheeks flushing madly with the reality of what he really wanted to ask. Not if he was still hungry, but rather, COULD you do that to me too or are you too full now? That's what he really wanted to know. Daman chuckled deeply, a knowing look in his eyes as Angel stretched languidly within his lap, then went back to stroking Eko's soft locks.

"Are you asking because you'd like me to feed on you also?" Daman growled low, and Eko's eyes dropped with embarrassment for it was as if he'd read his very thoughts. "Mm, I thought so." Daman rumbled, and then chuckled once more. It wasn't a malicious sound, however, it was a chuckle a man might give a child he indulged too much.

Eko felt hot and tight all over, his cock hard and pressed to the flat planes of his belly as excitement rolled through him unfettered by his earlier hate and fear of his Master. He may not love Daman yet, but he was certainly drawn to the man, he was certainly attracted to him. Now that so much had come out between the three of them, and he'd realized that Daman wasn't truly the monster he'd first thought, it made it much harder for Eko to resist the certain sexual desires he had for the vampire.




Slave to Love Ch. 07



Wringing his hands, Eko whimpered softly and turned his head into the soft strokes of Angel's hands before he looked up shyly at his Master and bite his lower lip, pleading without words for release, for something, to help him through this physical torment and torture that was more then he could bear at the moment. Eko didn't even realize that Daman would be as aroused as he currently was, he'd been teasing his Master as well as Angel, and he hadn't had release yet. Eko simply wasn't sexually mature enough to connect those dots as of yet. 

"Tell me what you want, pet." Daman growled softly, his eyes alight with both arousal and amusement. Eko wanted to scream, because he didn't know what words to use, he didn't know what to ask for. 

"I w-want..." he began, then made a helpless little mewling sound in the back of his throat as he searched for the words, as he tried to ask for something he felt so shy and embarrassed about. "I w-want..." 

"Tell us, Eko. We want to give you what you need." Angel whispered to him, his hand cupping the softness of his cheek tenderly, and Eko rubbed against him like a kitten starved for affection, his heart thumping in his chest with both fear and excitement.

"W-what y-you d-did t-to him." Eko finally whispered, his eyes wide and dilated, cheeks flushed, lips parted as his breaths came quicker and he gazed up at the two men sitting together.

"You want me to feed on you? Or you just want me to make you cum?" Daman asked bluntly. The truth is, he could feed and keep Eko on the brink of orgasm but never give him that release, and he just might do that if the boy is unable to articulate his wants and needs.

Eko drew in a soft breath, then let it out in a slow and drawn out sigh, his eyes closing for a moment before once more he gazed up at the two men he was beginning to think of as the entirety of his world. "Th-the s-second o-one." Eko finally whispered out, his heart in his throat. Daman just smiled, leaning forward a little with Angel in his lap.

"Say it, Eko. Tell me what you want. Say the words." He demanded, not unkindly, but with strength in his voice.

Eko whimpered, feeling shy and so nervous, but he opened his mouth and tied again, "M-make m-me c-cum, M-master!" He nearly wailed suddenly, surprised by the force of his plea, his soft begging words as he knelt between both pairs of legs, his wings shivering and flexing with the desire to be touched and fondled. He was so surprised the words came out of his mouth, that when Daman grinned, leaning in to whisper something in Angel's ear, he didn't even try to catch what was said.

Angel slid from his master's lap, nodding his head, and Daman leaned down to pull the angel-boy into the spot the other young man had abandoned. However, Daman's strong hands pulled Eko's legs around him, bringing him into a position facing him rather then with back to chest. Eko's eyes gazed into his own, and Daman leaned down to brush his mouth to the angels in a soft and tender kiss layered with every ounce of lust and desire and perverted pleasure he could muster.

When the kiss finally ended, Eko was unable to think of anything but the taste of Daman on his lips, the faint taste of Angel's blood on the back of his tongue and the scent of sex and his Master all over him. It was heady and erotic. When Angel's body came up behind him, his hands gently massaging the most sensitive part of his wingbases, Eko thought he'd lost his mind entirely.

"W-why?" Eko gasped, moaning gently, so confused and uncertain. Daman's huge cock was pinned against his belly, and pinned against the smaller length of Eko's as he pulled the smaller man against him and rocked his hips, strong firm hands sliding down to Eko's own hips and urging him to rock, to slide his cock against the length of his masters.

It was gentle, and sweet, and felt so good. Eko was in absolute heaven. Daman's hands felt incredible on his flesh, Angel's stroking along his wings made him want to cry for the pleasure of it, and as Daman came in for another kiss he moaned in expectation of how sweet it would be alone.

But Daman didn't kiss him a second time, instead, he whispered against his lips as his strong hands guided Eko's body to grind against his own, teaching him how to gain pleasure from one another without having to use penetration in a way that was absolute bliss. Angel leaned down, looking over Eko's shoulder at Daman as he opened his mouth and nipped at Eko's shoulder. A sharp gasp came, soft and helpless, pleading for more without words. Daman, noticing this reaction, glanced back at Angel and nodded just slightly, a movement utterly lost on Eko in this moment as he was the center of attention right now in a way he'd never been before.

"Why what, little angel?" Daman murmured against his mouth, lightly raking his fangs over Eko's lower lip.

"W-why?" Eko whispered again, letting out a soft cry and arching his back, causing his hips to grind harder against Daman's body when Angel bit his shoulder harder. "W-why a-are y-you being g-gentle?" He asked, then amended, "N-nice? K-K-Kind?" he asked, feeling nervous, afraid the boot would drop at any moment.

"Because Eko, some nights are for learning different lessons. Tonight you learn how to ask for what you want, I won't be hurting you unless you ask for it." Daman murmured, one hand coming up to cup his cheek, "Besides, you have been through so much today, you need a gentler hand, don't you sweetling?" Daman's words were so tender, so kind, and when Eko forced himself to open his eyes, he saw the look of absolute care and affection and yes, maybe even the glimmerings of love in those depths. And somehow, somehow Eko knew he was telling the truth right down to the bottom of his soul.

"Yes." Eko whispered without stammering, then, of his own free will, he leaned his head in to kiss his master. It was a clumsy kiss because he was so inexperienced, but Daman let him lead it. Eko's small hands came up to cup the sides of his masters face, and he nibbled at Daman's lower lip before hesitantly begging entrance to the other mans mouth, where he explored with that sensual little tongue of his. It turned Daman into molton lava inside, it made him want to gather Eko up and make love to him all night long. That kiss was precious, a memory the Vampire would hold onto for all of his days and years. The first tender kiss of a loving and precious angel boy, that kiss was like innocence bottled and fed to him, making his heart soften all the more.

When it ended, Eko blushed hotly and glanced away, uncertain if he'd done well or not, but Daman caught his chin and grinned at him, "You're trying to make me go insane for you, hrm?" He whispered, taking one of Eko's hands and sliding it down between them to grip the hot and terribly hard length of his cock. "Feel me." He whispered softly to Eko, "This is what you've done, look at how hard I am. I ache with it, it hurts, you have made me so ... gods above, but I want you." Daman growled, and Eko whimpered. He wanted Daman, for the first time, he actually WANTED the man he was looking at. 

Angel was silent behind him, watching this exchange and knowing it was important. For things to work Eko HAD to love Daman, or jealousy would abound and he and Eko would eventually be split apart. His fingers continued to knead and caress Eko's wingbases, drawing forth sounds and squirms and moans, but they were light, fluttery touches that Daman had told him to give, Nothing intense enough to cause him to lose control.

"I w-want y-you t-too." Eko finally whispered, his words so soft Angel could barely hear them. Daman went suddenly still, and Eko followed suit, afraid of the words that had just come from his mouth, and afraid of Daman's reactions to them.

"Now?" The vampires voice trembled, so aroused he was. Even if the boy DID want him now, he was certain he'd end up hurting him for lack of preparation and the fact his control was holding on by such a thin thread presently. But Eko thought about it and hesitantly shook his head.

"A-are y-you angry?" He asked, and Daman smiled, chuckling softly before drawing Eko closer.

"No, I'm not. I know you want me, it is a start." The words flowed over Eko like a soothing balm, and he realized that for the moment, he was safe. And no matter what this cruel and harsh master may do to him, beneath those pains and trials would be a never ending pool of affection, love even. He may be able to actually have love from not one but two people, and that realization made him feel safe, no matter what happened. He knew also, that he could ask for things right now and he'd actually get them. This was a novel thought and idea, but one he liked.

"I n-need m-more." He suddenly pleaded to Daman, and then glanced back at Angel, whimpering softly. He needed more touches to get off, he knew it, he knew that he needed a little pain too, and he was afraid to ask for it, a little nervous.

"What do you need?" Daman breathed against his mouth. 

"I-I..." The angelboy blushed furiously as he fluttered his wings back against Angel's body, buffeting him in their softness and grandeur, and forcing more sensation from his featherlike teasing he'd been doing. Eko took himself in hand, realizing that the only way he'd get what he wanted was if he could be absolutely explicit. He wanted it all. He wanted to be touched by both his lovers, he wanted to kiss them and have them love him. He wanted slight bits of pain but nothing that crossed his boundaries, he wanted pleasure and sensation and the incredible sensation of being satisfied and happy when all was said and done. He looked up at Daman with determination coloring those lovely lavender eyes, then bit his lower lip before beginning. "I w-want y-you t-to do wh-what I d-did to you." He said suddenly, meaning the exploration of his master's ass. Daman looked a little surprised, but pleased and Eko blushed, then continued. "A-and I w-want A-angel to rub his body b-between m-my w-wings an-and k-kiss an-and b-bite m-my n-neck a-and shoulders." He said, swallowing hard, "A-and t-to leave M-marks o-on m-my skin." That's clear enough – bite me hard! Then he said, "A-and I w-want t-to kiss y-you b-both."

Angel grinned over Eko's shoulder at Daman. He'd known Eko could do it, because when he put his mind to anything, he had a deep well of strength that even he hadn't realized was there yet. And the angel boy wanted to learn, he did, he just was so afraid of being abused or hurt – two things he didn't understand, that he would cower like a baby bird afraid of being stepped on. Daman hadn't yet realized some of Eko's strength, well, he'd begun to tonight, but he hadn't realized how much nerve the angel boy had. Normally it took quite some time to get a new slave to ask for what they wanted when they came to him in the state that Eko had, so this was a bit of a shock.

"Then you shall have it." Daman replied softly, unable to keep the small bit of pride from the look in his eyes. A look Eko noticed, but was confused by. Wasn't that what he was supposed to do? Why would he be proud of Eko for such a small thing as asking? Yes, it was hard, but Eko knew what he wanted, even if it was hard to put into words. He had limited experience with pleasure and pain, so he went with what he knew felt good to him. One of his small hands reached down between him and Daman and curled as much as possible about his own and his masters cock, gently stroking them together to the best of his ability as he glanced down and watched, his chest heaving with suddenly rough breaths. It felt good, so good, and to have Daman's large cock there, so intimidating yet so vulnerable in his hands at the same time, it was a heady feeling indeed, quite incredible.

Daman had reached for the lubricant when that small gentle hand had began to stroke him and his own length together again, and again, he was surprised, mostly because he was being considered in Eko's plight for release. Again, most slaves would not even consider what the Master was feeling or going through when all attention was being focused on them, yet his little Eko focused on both of them, maybe not consciously trying to be certain that Daman got what he wanted, but on some unconscious level, he was sure it was there somewhere. 

Coating his fingers with lube, Daman glanced up and smiled at his small angelboy, "Is this what you wanted, Eko?" He asked, holding up the slick and slippery fingers, and when Eko nodded and blushed, Daman wrapped his arms around him and tilted his body just enough so that he had access to Eko's tight little virgin opening. The boy hissed and squirmed, tensing nervously the moment he felt the first touch. But he'd asked for it, so Daman simply murmured for him to stay relaxed and calm, and while he did, Angel leaned in and nipped and kissed at the base of his neck, the sensation sharp and on some level calming in its dominant stance, helping Eko to relax as Daman's first finger slid into him with a low helpless whimper.

Eyes going glassy, Eko squirmed upon that finger, his hand tensing about both shafts as his Master wriggled that single digit and let him grow used to the incredible sensation of it. Angel was busy as well, the soft smooth lines of his body caressing oh so softly between those huge feathered wings, and if he hadn't already had his release the sensuality of rubbing his body against that downy softness would have been enough to drive him up the wall it felt so good. Those wing bases were so sensitive, and after a moment, Angel leaned his head down to very gently nip along the edges, an action that sent Eko's head back and his hair flying as he cried out helplessly, clearly in ecstasy. 

"Feel good?" Angel murmured, doing it again as Daman's finger began its slow and gentle rhythm, in and out, in and out, and Eko nodded wordlessly, making the most adorable sounds somewhere between a moan and a kittenish mewl of want. Daman picked that moment to tilt his head just right so he could claim the boys mouth, devouring him, hungering for every last bit of his sweet lips. He was so sexy, so insanely erotically innocent it drove him mad. And the fact that the young man was still stroking not only his own shaft, but Daman's too, that made it all the harder for him to keep back the near brutal quality of the kiss. Fangs pressed to Eko's lower lip, which seemed to excite the boy even more, causing his hips to jerk and his wings to flutter behind him back against Angel's warm body.

Daman's finger moved in and out of Eko, that single large digit fucking him slowly until Eko's free hand came up and began to scratch at his master's shoulders, silently pleading for more by way of physical movements and soft sounds into his mouth. Daman got the idea, and since his mouth was currently taken up with kissing at the moment he decided to look beyond the lack of words in the question and moved a second finger to that tight opening, squirming his way into the young man in his arms. It was a bit sore, painful even, and Eko tensed and his breathing came sharp and quick. Angel once more moved to bite, this time at the side of his neck, and again Eko relaxed by way of even more incredible arousal. He arched back into Angel, breaking the kiss with Daman so he could turn his head and look at the other boy in the eyes.

There was a moment, of pure undiluted love between the two boys. Eko was trying very hard with Daman right now, and he wanted to be with Daman right now indeed, but this look was enough to remind Angel how much the younger male loved him, and helped to ease the fears in his heart that he would be forgotten as Eko discovered the mysteries of their vampire Master. Eko smiled softly, and then Angel's mouth descended on him and he thought he'd lose every last vestige of consciousness he had left, his heart in his throat, his pulse pounding, that sweet taste of Angel in his mouth and against his tongue while Daman's fingers moved in and out of his body and angel's warm body pressed against the oh-so-sensitive wingbases. Eko was no longer earthbound, he'd gone to heaven.

Daman watched the exchange, and for a moment he did indeed feel a pang of jealousy, only to have it wiped away by the look of relief that he saw in Angel's eyes. Eko was reassuring his beloved 'mate' that he loved him and wanted him, as if the little thing could read their emotions and feelings and he didn't even seem to realize that he did it. And lord was it incredible to watch the two of them kiss while Daman slowly fucked his fingers in and out of Eko, who's slim hips writhed and moved against him and his hand abandoned his own cock so he could focus on stroking his masters alone in time with the rhythm he set. It was one of the most erotic sights Daman had ever seen, and he found his own body tensing with eminent release which he knew would be an explosive event.

"How close are you?" Angel murmured as he drew away from the kiss, his chest heaving with his arousal all over again. Eko looked glazed, as if he wasn't quite home, then he arched again and his fingernails raked once more down Daman's shoulder and chest this time, the hand around his cock tightening with reaction. He was close, oh so incredibly close. He knew he'd be losing it at any moment, and for one of the first times, at least with Daman, he didn't feel humiliated by the upcoming event, he felt excited and safe and happy. 

"M-mark!" The word confused both Angel and Daman for a moment, as it sounded like a third man's name and neither of them was pleased with the inner feelings nor mental images that brought up. They both hesitated slightly, looking at Eko, who make a frustrated sound and a tug on his master's cock as he looked back at Angel then towards Daman again. "M-Mark m-me!" He said, this time adding on the important last word to that statement, to which both men seemed to suddenly understand. The whole exercise of forcing Eko to ask for what he wanted was harder for the angel boy due to his problem with speech, and Daman hadn't thought of that before he'd started this.

Angel immediately tilted his head down, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh at the bend of Eko's neck, and the sight all by itself was almost enough to make Daman lose it and bite into the boy also, but when Eko's free hand moved up behind his neck and pulled him in to his other shoulder, Daman let loose a low growl and couldn't have denied himself even if he'd wanted too. Which, of course, he did not.

It was probably one of the most incredible scenes and sexual experiences all three of them would ever have, just for how intimate a moment it was. How not a single soul was left out, how each one was cherished and cradled as important to the other two, and how the pleasure swirled between all three beings almost recycled. It was also flat out beautiful. Eko, seated with his legs curled around Daman's waist, one hand cradling the back of his masters neck while the other stroked quickly at the massive cock between them. Angel, pressed tightly to the back of the small angel boy, whose wings enwrapped him in the beauty and sweetness and softness of downy feathers with each flutter or writhe, and Eko, crying out hoarsely as both men bit at either side of his neck.

It was more then the boy could endure, even as Daman raised him up on the wings of extra pleasure from his 'drug-laced' bite and crashed him upon the rocks of Orgasm, Eko had already been lost, and the moment he felt himself explode with his Master's fingers so deep within him, he could not help but sink his own teeth into the nearest thing he could find.

Daman's shoulder.

A low groan escaped, one deep and resonant and loud. Daman had been intending to hold back, he did not generally like to find relief outside of the body of a willing slave, but in this moment, it could not have been more perfect. The bite to his shoulder seared him to the very core, causing his cock to throb within Eko's hand, and as the boy writhed wildly between both masculine bodies surrounding him, Daman too found his release, mingling with Eko's against both their bellies as they cried out and Angel listened on with awe. He'd already found his release, but something about this moment was perfect, and despite the fact he wasn't cumming with the two other men, he didn't feel less involved, not even remotely. 




Slave to Love Ch. 07



It truly was a perfect moment, one that they all would want to replay again and again in their memories for the rest of their lives, no doubt. 

When both men began to come down from the intensity of their orgasms, finally, everyone began to loosen from their bites, and each one lapped at the bite mark they'd inflicted. It was almost comical, how Angel lapped at the wound he left upon Eko, as did Daman, and how Eko lapped at the wound he left upon Daman. All were languid, lazy in their movements. All touched each other, stroked faces, hair, chests, wings, shoulders, necks, whatever part the other could reach. 

The next step was to kiss, which was equally sweet, as Eko turned his crimson stained lips to Angel, who barely even noticed Daman's blood there, and kissed him slow and gentle and long while Daman watched on with an almost dazed sort of euphoria, then Angel turned his head and kiss Daman, who tasted his own and Eko's blood upon his lip while Eko watched on with a romantic air to his eyes, then Eko and Daman kissed, while Angel watched on with a masculine pride, feeling so glad both his loves were beginning to care for one another.

It was just the most precious and incredible moment. And then Daman realized what had happened. Trying to snap out of the nearly magical lull that had his brain trapped in euphoria, he shook his head and rubbed at his temples with one hand, blinking slightly while Angel and Eko watched him, smiling with absolute ignorance that something serious had happened.

"Eko," Daman growled softly, one hand coming up to the place the boy had bit him, coming away with blood on his fingers, "You broke my skin." He said, and Eko nodded, oblivious to what that meant.

"So did you." He murmured, so calm, so relaxed, his stutter was gone. A fact lost on Daman as panic seized him. 

"Not stuttering," Angel commented, nuzzling at Eko's lips for another soft kiss again while Daman took slow deep breaths, not wanting to frighten or dislodge the boys while his entire world began to feel as though it was caving in upon him.

Eko began to feel uncomfortable, and shifted in his seat, frowning slightly. Daman had slipped his fingers out of his body, so that wasn't it. He should be relaxed and sated right now, why was his heart beating so fast and hard? Eko made a whimper into Angel's mouth, drawing back to rub at his own chest for a moment. "My heart feels f-funny." He said, stammering just a little at the end of the sentence when a bit of fear invaded his mental space.

Daman was frantically going over what had happened in his mind. He'd watched Angel bite Eko, then Eko had pulled him close and he'd bit him, then Eko had bit him and when all was over, Eko had kissed with blood stained lips, Angel. Both boys got his blood after both boys had been fed on by him. Dear god, he just bound both his slaves to him in one mighty fell accidental swoop! 

Why did he feel like he couldn't breathe, and why was that such a giant deal when he didn't have the actual *need* to breath, Daman wondered to himself. Eko caught his attention, somewhere far away he was complaining about his heart feeling funny and rubbing at his chest. His cheeks looked a little pale, no, that couldn't be right. 

...Panic...

"...Daman? Daman!!" Angel was talking to him as he stared at Eko, who was whimpering softly and frightened. "Daman, Snap out of it!" Angel bellowed suddenly, which did seem to get his attention.

"What?" He asked, and Angel took his hand and put it on Eko's chest, where his heart was beating a mile a minute.

...Panic... 

"He's sick, Daman. Should we call the healer?" Angel looked so concerned, and Daman was too, but everything seemed like it was happening 20 feet away from his physical location, he couldn't snap himself out of it, even speech sounded far away.

"It's him." Eko wheezed out, staring at Daman for a moment, then reached up and gently touched his face.

...Panic...

Daman looked down at his sweet little angel boy, his mate, he told himself, and he realized that Eko was getting a glimpse of his Masters terror. Before, he could deny they were supposed to be mated, the three of them, now... well, now there was no denying it, or this ridiculous mistake would never have happened. Now he really *did* need these two. Now he couldn't untie himself from the living world any longer. Now he had to accept he was no longer, truly alone. Now he'd have to learn how to express his love. Now he'd be attached to these two beings, physically, it would hurt to be separated from them. Oh gods...

...Panic...

Eko wheezed again, and Angel looked between the two of them, and seeing the look upon Daman's face, he did the one thing he'd never done in his entire life.

He slapped his Master.

Daman gave an inarticulate roar, furious that some one had dared to hit him! No one had dared to hit him in over a century, and when he turned to see who'd slapped him, he saw Angel, arms over his chest, glaring at him. 

"You wake now?" He asked, utterly unapologetic. "Cause Eko needs you, and you were in La La Land." 

Memory flooded back, and Daman glanced down at a whimpering Eko curled up in his lap, reaching up to place his hand over the spot Angel had slapped him. "You were scared." He said, and already color was beginning to return to his face and fingers. Angel came closer, fingers gently stroking Eko's hair as concern seemed to give way into relief.

"You both tasted my blood after I fed on you." He whispered, biting his lower lip, fangs extended with anxiety.

How do I tell them that Eko bonded us all together as mates? He thought to himself

Eko and Angel both glanced at one another, then back at him.

"Mates?"

"M-Mates?" The both said at the same time.

Daman groaned. 

Let the mind-reading games begin!

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