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Luck of the Irish Ch. 01

By: Gweall



Okay so here's a new story. I'm a little scatter-brained at the moment and have about six different things going on JUST in my writing life. But I'll try to keep posting regularly. I hope you guys like this one and there will be future chapters of this and revolution soon. 

Also thanks to my editor Gbc5452, I don't thank him enough on here and I should start doing it more. He's a bigger part of my stories than just editting. Feel free to send me private feedback or leave a comment. It means a lot to me to read them, especially if they're constructive. I hope it shows in my writing that I listen to feedback because I really do try, too. 

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"So tell me, Eric, how much longer are you going to wait to get a new one?" John stroked his pets hair. The young boy sat on the floor next to his chair, waiting patiently for any command his master should give.

"I don't know, after Sage left I haven't honestly thought of it much." Eric shrugged.

"I'm telling you, you get too attached to them." John took another gulp of his drink, emptying his glass. "Scotch." He mumbled to his pet, who quickly stood and hurried off into the kitchen.

"I do not." Eric waved his hand at his friend. The sound of John's boy making the drink echoing from the doorway.

"But you do!" John laughed, sitting forward in his chair.

"If I enjoy it, and they enjoy it, then everything is good." Eric shrugged.

"Who cares if they enjoy it? Take what you want and toss them aside." John's boy came back with his glass of Scotch. John took a sip and glared at him. "You will be punished for this later." He mumbled, apparently not enjoying the drink. The boy looked down, tears beginning to fill his eyes. He swallowed and fought the tears back, obviously terrified. 

"What's his name, he's new isn't he?" Eric pointed to the new boy, who looked up at him with beautifully mismatched eyes. 

"Answer his question, boy." John snapped.

"Corey, sir." The boy had a light voice with a soft Irish accent that Eric found his cock jumping at.

"He's beautiful, especially those eyes." Eric said, the boy smiled and blushed heavily, his pale skin going red. He looked down at his hands and had a small smile on his face.

"Hold your head high, pet. Don't hide those beautiful eyes." Eric used a finger to raise his chin, showing the single blue eye and single green eye to the world. 

"You would think him being Irish would mean he could make a decent drink," John rolled his eyes. "See, look at you. You're such a natural Master. You need a pet." John smiled. Eric laughed and looked at the small boy sitting on his floor. He had been friends, using the word loosely, with John for years. He knew the man was a cruel master, using his slaves for his own pleasure and then tossing them aside like they were trash. Many times he had seen John's boys with bruises or cuts on their faces, that wasn't counting what he couldn't see under their clothing. Many of them were quiet and shy and Eric didn't doubt it was from John's extreme abuse.

"I'll look into it." He shrugged.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was a month after their get together and Eric was beginning to feel lonely. John had told him of some of the things he had done to his young pet. Whippings, torture sessions, and still the boy stayed with him. Eric had seen him after the two aparently had had a long night. The boy was covered in bruises, and in the way he walked it was obvious that his ass was extremely sore. Whether from a beating or from being fucked too roughly, Eric didn't know. He was quickly becoming obsessed with the boy.

Sometimes when preparing drinks for his friend he would slip in some pain killers or muscle relaxers into the boys drink, expecially after he had heard about John's long night with him. He didn't know if the boy knew, but about halfway through their visit he would get droopy eyed or his tense muscles would relax. 

He was preparing the drinks for his friend, who would be here any minute, and he slipped in two pain killers and stirred them into the drink. His friend arrived and he handed them their drinks. Corey gave him a quiet thanks and chugged his drink, he definitely knew. He slipped him a smile every now and then, obviously more comfortable with Eric than with his own Master. 

"Excuse me." John said, heading off in the direction of the bathroom. 

"How are you doing, pet?" Eric asked, sipping his drink.

"Good, sir." His voice was rough and cracked. Eric frowned.

"What happened to your voice?" Eric turned his head. Corey winced.

"Master is trying to teach me how to deep throat." It was obviously painful for the boy to talk. Eric sighed and stood up. He returned a moment later with a mug of warm tea, stirring a spoon quickly through the dark liquid. Corey looked at it curiously.

"It's mint tea, with a losenge mixed into it and some honey." Eric put a hand on his head as he sat back down. Eric smelled it before sipping the steaming liquid. He smiled and looked up at Eric.

"Thank you, sir." Corey said.

"You're very welcome, pet. So polite." Eric smiled. Corey blushed and returned to his drink.

"I hope he didn't cause any problems." John returned.

"Not at all, he's a very sweet boy." Eric winked at him.

"Yeah right, the boy can't even deep throat correctly." John rolled his eyes.

"He will learn." Eric didn't take his eyes off of Corey.

Eric laid down on the bed after they had left, he pulled his clothes off and wrapped his hand around his cock. Slowly, he began jerking his pole. Imagining it was Corey's slim hand jerking him off. He imagined the silky lips of the younger Irish boy squeezing his cock head, giving him as much pleasure as he could. He felt his balls tighten up and grunted as he soaked his stomach in his warm cum. He moaned and used his fingers to feed his own cum to himself, pretending it was the young Irish boys.

He couldn't help but stare at the small man when he was around. He couldn't have been taller than 5'7", his brown hair was spiked and his different colored eyes were intoxicating. Heterochromia iridium. He had looked it up after that first night he saw Corey's eyes. His accent was adorable and his slim body would have been perfect to wrap his arms around. He was feminine, but had a strong manly scent about him that Eric adored. He had small muscles, a hidden six pack under his shirt. Eric sighed and rolled over falling asleep almost instantly.

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Corey sat on the floor of his masters bedroom. He had no blanket and only one thin pillow. He had traveled a lot once he got out of school back in Ireland, but when he landed in America he had decided to stay. He had lived in New York for three or four years before he met his Master.

He had traveled the world and then he was traveling New York's bustling gay scene. He spent night after night clubbing and partying. He started exploring things, different fetishes and an assortment of groups. Soon he found he had a strong attraction to Master/Slave play. He started poking around BDSM clubs and websites when he met John. He had offered to train him and get him used to the idea of being a slave to an older man.

Corey was quickly regretting his decision. He knew that he liked having a Master, just not John. He was a cruel master, chaining him up at night and often punishing him. It was far more pain than pleasure. Corey had been to scared to try and leave, even if he did try, he doubted John would let him go. He shifted on the small pillow and the chain around his ankle jangled. 

"Quiet." John growled, half asleep. Corey winced and laid his head down on the pillow. He closed his eyes and pictured the confident Eric. His Masters best friend was easily the most attractive man he had ever seen. His skin was tan and his hair was wavy and shined. His eyes were a light hazel mixture, and his black hair was rich and healthy. His muscles were well defined, but not huge, he had an air of authority that swam around him. 

Just being in his presence made Corey shiver. But he was far from cruel. He was a strong and proud man, but was gentle and kind. Corey opened his eyes and glanced up at the bed above him. His Master could be heard snoring on the bed and Corey rolled his eyes, he would bet money that Eric didn't snore that loudly.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Eric woke up to the ringing of a phone. He groaned and pulled himself out of bed, he reached for the phone and caught it on the fourth ring.

"Hello?" He said, his deep voice echoing through the empty room.

"Eric, it's John." His friend on the other end spoke.

"It's early as hell, John. What do you want?" Eric looked at the clock that read 6:00 am.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. But I just got a call, my sister is in the hospital. I have to catch the next flight to Italy" John said.

"Italy?" Eric was awake now.

"Yes, Italy. I'll be there for a few days, but I need someone to watch the boy." Eric could hear John packing on the other side of the line.

"Of course I'll watch him for you John. Bring him by on the way to the airport." Eric said, trying to find his pants.

"I'm already here." John said.

"What?" Eric glanced at the phone, seeing that it was John's cellphone. "Uh, okay. Come on in."

"I already sent him in, thanks Eric." John hung up. Eric stared at the phone and sighed, he set the phone down and heard a knock at the door. He rolled his eyes and jogged down the steps to open the door. He could hear Corey suck in a sharp breath when he saw the shirtless Eric standing there. Eric was glad he was wearing baggy pants, his cock was half hard in a heart beat. The young man stood in his doorway with nothing but a small backpack of, what Eric assumed was, clothes.

"Come in, pet." Eric said. Corey stepped inside and look around the house like he had never been here before.

"Hello." Corey said, with his soft accent.

"Can I get you anything?" Eric asked, as he walked to the living room.

"No, thank you, sir." Corey said, Eric had to bite his lip to keep from moaning at the accent. This was the most the boy had spoken since Eric had met him.

"I'll show you to where you can stay." Eric walked up the large steps. He took Corey to the room across from his and opened the door, stepping aside to allow him access. He looked around the room and set his bag down on the bed.

"I'm going to go get dressed. If you need me, don't hesitate to ask. I'm right across the hall." Eric pointed to his room, before walking out.

Eric got dressed quickly, thinking about the young man he desired more than anything in the room across from his. His cock slapped his stomach and then bounced in front of him happily.

"I like him too." He chuckled at his dick. He finished getting dressed and went downstairs, finding the young man in the room. He wore tight black jeans and a fishnet top that Eric couldn't help but moan at.

"Can I get you a drink?" Eric asked.

"Isn't it a little early?" Corey smiled.

"Aren't you Irish?" Eric winked. Corey chuckled and sat down, nodding his head. Eric got them two small drinks. They sipped them slowly as they spoke.

"So how old are you, pet?" Eric asked, Corey had to keep himself from shivering at the older mans deep voice.

"Twenty-two, sir." Corey said. Eric raised his eyebrow.

"You look younger." 

"That's one reason my Master likes me," Corey said, "He says it makes me look innocent." Eric nodded, he could definitely see the innocence John spoke about.

"Do you enjoy being a slave?" Eric asked. Corey hesitated before nodding.

"You hesitate, why?" Eric took another sip of his drink.

"I enjoy being a slave, sir.... but Master John is not my ideal master." Corey swallowed, worried he had said to much.

"Why don't you leave if you're not enjoying it?" Eric raised an eyebrow, not surprised with the boys confession.

"I'm afraid,sir. " Corey admitted.

"You have every right to be. I wouldn't put it past John to beat you if you tried to leave." Eric set his drink aside.

"Sir, do you have any Slaves? I've heard Master John talk about you needing one." Corey hadn't taken a sip of his drink in awhile, instead playing with the glass in his hands.

"I used to." Eric said.

"What happened to him, if I may ask, sir?" Corey wiggled in his seat.

"He left. He was needed at home and had to leave New York." Eric said.

"Do you miss him, sir?" 

"Everyday. He was a good Slave. I trained him before he even knew he wanted to be a Slave." Eric's eyes twinkled with the memory.

"Do you still keep in touch, sir?" Corey asked.

"No, he has a new Master now who doesn't want him to contact me." Eric sighed.

"Sir, may I say something?" 

"Of course." 

"I think you need a new Slave. Someone to keep you company." Corey blushed.

"Oh?" Eric raised an eyebrow, a small smile crossing his face.

"Yes, sir. You seem lonely, and I think you miss having a Slave. Someone to keep you warm at night, someone to make you happy." Corey blushed harder.

"And who would this magnificent Slave be?" Eric asked, already knowing the answer.

"I could do all that for you. I listen really well, and I'm a fast learner. I can also cook!" Corey sat forward in his chair, forgetting his training.

"Obviously not fast enough. You've already forgotten how to behave around another Master." Eric raised an eyebrow. Corey's eyes widened and he sat back in his chair, hands in his lap and head down.

"I'm very sorry, sir." Corey whispered.

"Don't be like that, Pet. You're a lovely slave and I would love nothing more than to keep you for myself. But you belong to John." Eric reached out and stroked a lock of his hair out of his face.

"Yes, sir." Corey said, obviously blaming himself.

"I'm going to go take a shower. Make yourself at home, pet." Eric stood and walked up stairs. Watching Eric walk away, Corey sighed and slumped in his chair.

~~~~~~~~~~ 

Eric climbed out of the shower and picked up the phone on the sixth ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Eric. I'm sorry about rushing out like that. I'm about to get on the plane and just wanted to thank you." John said.

"It's no problem, John. I'm happy to take care of him for you." Eric said, pulling on his pants as Corey walked in.

"Don't be afraid to punish him if he gets out of line. Treat him as if he was your own Slave."

"I will, John." Eric said, watching Corey cross the room to him. His hips swished beautifully and his lips were in a small pout.

"Where is he now?" John asked.

"Downstairs, I think he's making lunch." Eric watched as Corey got on his knee's in front of him. He raised an eyebrow and Corey gave a sly smile as he reached up for his zipper.

"He's a fantastic cook. But not good for much else." John grumbled.

"Maybe I can fix that." Eric said. Corey pulled his half hard cock out and began stroking him, nuzzling his cheek against the hard flesh. Eric put his head back and tried to suppress a moan.

"Good luck, the boy is useless." John laughed.

"I don't know about that, he seems good to me." Eric said, as Corey sucked his cock head into his mouth. "Dreams do come true." He mumbled.

"What?"

"I said I think lunch is ready, I should go." Eric said.

"Me too, the plane is boarding. I should be back in a few days." John said and hung up. Eric set the phone down and looked down at the young Irish man who was sucking on his cock for all he was worth.

"You need practice." Eric said, all the joy that had been on his face gone and replaced by neutral and uninterested. Corey frowned and pulled off his cock. Eric zipped his pants up and finished buttoning his shirt. Corey sat on the floor, looking at the ground.

"I didn't say you were bad. You just aren't experienced." Eric said. Corey looked up at him with sad eyes.

"I can't please anyone. My Master isn't happy with me, and you don't want me." Corey sighed.

"Stop that. It's not attractive to be depressed, and it's your job to be attractive. You have a head start on most Slaves. You're already gorgeous. With the right training and treatment, you could be a fantastic Slave." Eric said, sitting down to slip on his shoes.

"I need a fantastic Master to be a fantastic Slave." Corey moved over to him, putting his hands on Eric's knee's.

"Yes, you do." Eric looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Will you train me, sir?" Corey pouted.

"No." 

"Why not?" Corey frowned.

"You're John's Slave." Eric said, tying his shoes. 

"But I could be your Slave. I could be good for you." Corey begged.

"No." Eric stood up, and began leaving the room.

"I'll convince you, I'll make you want me." Corey stood up as Eric reached the doorway. Without turning around Eric smiled.

"I already want you."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Corey finished making the dinner and brought it out to Eric who sat at the table. He sat on the floor next to him, head down.

"You may get yourself a plate and sit at the table." Eric said, grabbing his own fork. Corey smiled and did as he was told.

"This is very good." Eric nodded as he bit into the steak.

"Thank you, sir."

"Tell me about yourself, pet." Eric said, as he took another bite of the steak.

"What would you like to know, sir?" 

"You're originally from Ireland, yes?" 

"Yes, sir. I was born there and left when I was eighteen." Eric nodded.

"Why did you leave? You didn't like it there?"

"No, sir. I love my home. But I wanted to see the world." Corey smiled.

"And did you?" 

"Yes, sir. I went to many different places. My favorite was America, and so I decided to stick around."

"I've traveled some."

"Have you ever been to Ireland, sir?"

"No, I'm afraid I haven't."

"It's a wonderful place, sir. The friendliest people in the world." Corey smiled.

"They're supposed to be the most trustworthy, as well."

"That we are." Corey smiled.

~~~~~~~~

Eric woke the next morning with the small Irishman in his bed. He glared down at the soft bundle of hair resting on his chest and sighed. The boy was very different with him than he was with John, he actually had a personality. And he was very persistent. 

"You know I could beat you for this." Eric said.

"But you wont." The Irishman looked up.

"And how do you know that?" Eric raised an eyebrow.

"Because you're fair." Corey said with a straight face.

"And you're not as dumb as your master makes you out to be. I will never punish someone for wanting something." Eric stood up, grabbing a pair of boxers and slipping them on. Corey sat up, leaving the sheet piled around his thin waist. He stretched and yawned, making it very hard for Eric to resist him.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" Eric raised an eyebrow.

"Yes." Corey replied honestly.

"Well at least you're honest about it." Eric rolled his eyes. "Why?" He asked.

"Because, I want you for a Master." Corey sat back on his heels, his arms lying on the bed besides him. His hair was tussled and mused, making him look very sexy. 

"I'm sorry, I know John has a short temper, and I don't want him as an enemy. He doesn't play fair." Eric pulled on a tight long sleeve shirt.

"What if I ask him?" Corey asked.

"Then he would beat you senseless." Eric glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. Corey swallowed.

"Do you like pain, pet?" Eric asked.

"Sometimes, when it's good. Not with Master John." Corey said. "But I bet you could make it good." 

"Yes, I can." Eric winked, and walked out of the room. Leaving Corey tangled in the sheets looking like he had been well fucked all night.

Corey wished he had been.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

They spent the next three days constantly teasing each other. Corey was ready to risk a beating for the chance to serve Eric the way only a Slave could. Eric wanted the boy more than almost anything in the world, the only thing he wanted more was to not start a fight with John.


Luck of the Irish Ch. 01



The boy would walk around the house many times with nothing on but tight purple briefs that showed off his decent sized cock and his tight bubble butt. Eric would jerk off at least three times a day to keep from getting hard constantly. He felt like a teenager again.

Corey was teased by Eric just as much as he was doing the teasing. Eric would work out when he knew Corey would be near the room, showing off his sweat covered muscles and his scent would fill the room. He would constantly wink and smile at Corey, and would call him Pet every chance he got. He knew it drove Corey mad to the point where he almost jumped his would-be Master. 

John had called about once a day to let him know how things had been going, but he hadn't called in awhile.

"Dinner is ready, sir." Corey smiled. Eric nodded and followed him downstairs. They ate in silence, except for when the phone rang. Eric stood and grabbed it.

"Hello?"

"Eric, I wanted to let you know I'm back in town." John said.

"Oh, when will you be here to pick him up."

"I'm just down the street, I'll be there in about five minutes." John said. Eric's chest hurt, like he couldn't breathe. He didn't know why he was feeling this way.

"Ill have him ready then." Eric said, and hung up. 

"Your master is almost here. Go pack your things." Eric said. Corey stared at him quietly, he swallowed and stood up, leaving his dishes on the table. He returned downstairs with his bag packed just as his Master walked into the house without knocking.

"I can't thank you enough for watching him, Eric. I'll call you tomorrow. Come, Boy." John turned and walked out, Corey glanced at Eric once more before following his Master out the door. Eric shut the door behind him and sighed. He moved back to his meal and looked across the table at the empty chair and the half eaten food. He slowly put his fork down, he was no longer hungry.

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"Eric?" John said, once Eric mumbled something like 'hello?' into the phone.

"Yeah, what is it. It's three am John." Eric sighed, rubbing his forehead. He had just fallen asleep a half hour ago, he was having trouble sleeping in an empty bed. He had grown used to the smaller man climbing into his bed around eleven.

"The boy is missing." 

"What? Where is Corey?"

"If I knew that, he wouldn't be missing!"

"Well what was happening when he ran off?" Eric was getting dressed as he spoke.

"I was screwing him." He could practically hear John shrug over the phone.

"That was it?"

"I may have been a little rougher than usual, but I can't believe he would run out like that. God damn wimp." John sighed.

"I'll go out to look for him, call me if you find him." Eric said, and hung up. He grabbed his keys and headed out the door.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

He drove around the neighborhood of John's house, looking up and down the alleys and streets for anyone who looked even a little like Corey. He had been driving for hours when he spotted a figure huddling in an alley downtown. The rain was pouring down and the figure was clearly shivering. Eric parked the car and crossed the street briskly, huddling inside the large coat he wore. The figure didn't look up as he approached, and he stood in front of him a good thirty seconds before he looked up. It was Corey. His left eye was bruised and his cheek cut, there was a bite mark on his neck that was oozing blood. His red eyes made it clear he was crying. 

"Please, don't take me back." His voice was still thick with tears, probably just hidden by the rain. "I don't want to go back." He whimpered and put his head on his knees, wrapping his arms around them. Eric looked around before scooping up the small boy. He slowly walked back to the car, placing him in the passenger seat, where he curled up into a ball again.

He drove home, scooping Corey out of the car and bringing him inside. He brought him upstairs where he stripped the crying man, revealing more bruises and cuts along his torso and ass. There was a thin trail of blood trickling down his legs, and he clutched his right arm to his chest.

"Let me see that." Eric grabbed his arm and when Corey cried out, he brought it more gently to where he could see it. A dark bruise was forming around the wrist and he couldn't move it when Eric asked him to.

"What happened here?" Eric asked, feeling along his wrist for any obvious breaks.

"When I ran, he grabbed me." Corey whispered.

"How hard?"

"He twisted it.... I heard it crack." Corey whimpered. 

"I'm pretty sure it's broken, if not at least sprained. We'll take you to the hospital tomorrow." Eric said. He brought him into the bathroom and while the water warmed up, stripped. When they were both naked, Eric pulled him into the bathroom.

He began scrubbing Corey down, wiping off the blood and tears from his skin. He hugged him to his chest, scrubbing his back and down to his ass. When he got to his ass he slowed down and began to be more gentle. He reached his hole and Corey hissed as his fingers brushed across it. His opening felt swollen and when Eric pulled his hand away, his fingers had a smear of blood on them. He frowned and rinsed them off with the spray from the shower.

He continued to wash the Irish man until he was spotless, then quickly washed himself, allowing Corey to sit under the hot spray of the shower. He pulled him out of the shower and dried him off with a dark blue fluffy towel. He gently brought him over to the bed and and laid him down. He shut off the lights and crawled in next to him, spooning against his back.

"Eric?" Corey whispered, using his name for the first time.

"Yes?"

"Will you make me go back there?" Corey asked, afraid of the answer.

"No, you don't have to go back." Eric said, he wouldn't turn a blind eye to the treatment John showed towards the boy, friendship or not.

"Thank you, sir." Corey whispered into the pillow.

"You're welcome, now sleep." He whispered into the younger boys ear.

"Yes, Master."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

"Wake up, Pet." Eric whispered into Corey's ear. The Irish boy opened his mismatched eyes, which were filled with sleep.

"Master?" Corey rubbed his eye with his left arm. Eric paused for a moment.

"Yes, pet. We need to get that arm looked at, come on." Eric scooped him up. He set him on the floor and dressed the still mostly asleep man. He tugged his injured arm gently through one of his smaller shirts, which still drowned the boy. He was mostly awake by the time Eric was finished. His hair was still mused from sleep and the shirt drooped over his shoulders lazily.

"You let me call you Master." Corey looked into his eyes.

"I told you, I'm not going to make you go back to that man." Eric said. Corey walked up to him and placed his head on his chest. 

"Come on, love." Eric grabbed his jacket it and draped it over the Irish mans shoulders

They arrived at the hospital shortly and Eric escorted him right past the counter.

"Uh... Sir. Don't we have to sign in and stuff?"

"Not when you're with me."

"What do you-"

"Hey, Eric. Isn't this your day off?" A nurse walked up to the couple.

"It is, but we had a little accident." Eric smiled, and nodded his head towards Corey's arm, which he clutched close to his chest.

"Well I'll let you get that taken care of. Exam room four is free." The nurse smiled and walked off.

"Thanks Kathy."

"Come here often?" Corey joked.

"I work here."

"Really?"

"Yes, I'm a doctor." Eric winked at him.

"Wow that's....hot." Corey chuckled. Eric laughed and shut the door. He brought over the portable X-ray machine. He was in the middle of doing the cast when Corey spoke.

"Thank you for finding me, sir." Corey said quietly.

"You're welcome."

"What are you going to do about Master John?"

"Don't call him Master anymore. I'm your Master." Eric said with a raised voice, "Don't worry about him, I'll handle it. I want you to focus on getting better." While they were in the exam room, he took the chance to look over the rest of his body. 

"I think you have a broken rib or two." Eric frowned. "He was really rough with you wasn't he?" 

"He always is." Corey said. Eric wrapped his ribs tightly and helped him pull on the shirt. They were on the way home when Eric stopped.

"Why are we stopping?" Corey asked. 

"I'll be right back, Pet." Eric climbed out of the car. He returned a few minutes later with a bag from the store they had stopped at. They returned to Eric's house and stepped inside.

"I'll make us some lunch, Master." Corey began walking towards the kitchen.

"Oh no you don't. Go up to our room now, and get some rest. I'll bring up some food in a little while." Eric said, turning Corey towards the stairs. Corey took a few and looked back.

"Our room...?" He had a questioning look on his face.

"That's right. From now on we'll share a room every night. We will go over the rules of the house later." Eric said. Corey walked up the stairs and once he was gone the phone rang. Eric answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Eric, I've been up all night. I can't find him."

"Don't worry about it, John. I have him." Eric swallowed, preparing for the oncoming storm.

"You do? Fantastic! Why didn't you call me sooner? I've been worried sick, if that little Leprechaun got to the cops..." He trailed off. "I'll be right over." 

"I think it's best if you stayed where you are, John." The line was silent for a moment and Eric began to wonder if the other man had already hung up.

"What?"

"I don't think it's in anybody's best interest if you take the boy back." Eric sat down.

"It's in my best interest."

"But not the boys, and not mine." Eric said.

"You're attracted to him, aren't you." John was getting angry.

"I am." Eric didn't let his voice shake.

"God damn it. It's taken me a long time to train him, you will not ruin him!" John shouted.

"Ruin him? Trained him my ass, you abused the poor boy!" Eric shouted.

"He's a slave, that's what he's meant for!" John yelled.

"No! It's not." Eric calmed down.

"He's not yours to decide what to do with."

"Yes, he is." Eric hung up the phone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

"Here you go, Pet." Eric set the tray of soup down on the bed.

"Thank you, sir." Corey sat up and began eating.

"You're welcome. So I thought now would be a good time to go over house rules." Eric said.

"Okay." Corey smiled.

"Good. Rule one, you are my Slave and I am your Master. You will show respect to me, and you will be polite. This includes any friends or other Masters that ever come over. Understood?" Eric spoke in a calm voice.

"Yes, sir." Eric smiled and Corey's answer.

"Rule two. Since you are the slave, you do not choose what we do and when we do it. Outside the bedroom and inside the bedroom, I am in charge. Understood?" Eric stroked Corey's hair.

"Yes, sir."

"Rule three. You will always be naked in the house, or at least only wearing those tight briefs you have, unless I tell you otherwise. You will be in charge of all the cooking and the cleaning, except for the dishes. I insist we do the dishes together every day. Also, this does not mean you're a housewife. I like men, Corey. Please do not act like a girl. I enjoy a man's body and his personality."

"Yes, sir." Corey stared at his new Master as he spoke, making sure he committed the rules to memory.

"Rule four. I am a sadist and enjoy seeing my pets in pain. That doesn't mean that I will be abusive. After any of our games I'll take care of you and make sure you know that I love you. I will never cause any permanent damage, and I will always be aware of your boundaries and how hard to push them. I want you to have pleasure, but only at my hand or with me."

"Yes, sir."

"Rule five. You need to trust me. I know it will take awhile, especially considering your previous Master. But I promise you that I will always take care of you, and I will never seriously hurt you." Eric said.

"Yes, sir."

"Rule six. I am a fair Master, if you have a problem with anything you can always come to me and talk reasonably with me. But in the end I get the final say. Just because I'm fair doesn't mean I won't punish you. If you do something wrong or break any of these rules, you will be punished. How you will be punished depends on the severity of what you did."

"Yes, sir." 

"The last rule, rule seven. Everyday, when I get home, I expect you to be at the door. You will greet me, give me a kiss, take my jacket and shoes, and have dinner ready. We will eat together, do the dishes, and go to bed together. I will take care of you, I will provide you with food, clothing, a place to sleep, and all the love you could possibly handle, not to mention the best sex you will ever have." Eric winked. "In return, you will take care of me, you will learn to please me inside and outside the bedroom. You will cook, and clean. You will also make sure you look presentable, and gorgeous when you are in clothing." Eric said, stealing Corey's spoon and eating some of his soup.

"Yes, sir." 

"Good, I'm glad you can follow all of these rules." Eric kissed his forehead.

"I promise I'll be a good slave, Master."

"And I promise to be a good Master, Pet." Eric stood up and stroked his hair before taking the empty bowl of soup. "Get some sleep. Your training starts once you've completely healed." Eric kissed him once more and left the room, shutting off the lights.

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It had been three weeks since Corey had been rescued from his abusive master. He had been recovering well and the bruising around his throat was completely gone. The cut on his cheek had healed, and he now only had a removable brace on his wrist. The break in his arm hadn't been bad, and had already healed. The tears in his ass had healed and he no longer felt the constant aches and pains through his body from his beatings.

"Good evening, Pet." His Master greeted him at the door.

"Good evening, Master." It was Friday and Corey had gotten used to his daily routine. He walked up to his Master and kissed him, by standing on his tip toes, before reaching for his jacket.

"Is dinner ready, Pet?" His Master asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, Sir." Corey said, following him into the kitchen where the table was set and a single candle was lit.

"You went the extra mile today, Pet. What's the occasion?" Eric asked as he sat down at the table.

"I was hoping we could start my training tonight, Master. If that's okay with you of course." Corey's heart pounded nervously in his chest.

"You think you're ready for that?" Eric took a sip of wine.

"Yes, Sir. I feel much better and I want to start my training very bad." Corey was ready to get on his knee's and beg if he had to.

"Do you now?" Eric smiled as he ate his salmon.

"Yes, sir." Corey looked at him with what Eric began to call 'Puppy eyes'.

"Don't give me those eyes." Eric raised an eyebrow. Corey smiled and they continued the meal in silence.

"Come, Pet. The dishes can wait." His Master rose once Corey had put the dishes in the sink. He led him upstairs to their bedroom and shut their door.

"On your knees." His Master said, without turning around. Corey watched him move over to the bathroom and come out completely naked. His cock was half hard and swayed in front of him. His legs were muscled and his torso had a well defined six pack. His body was handsome and he had an air of masculinity and confidence around him. His Master was glorious.

"Your first lesson is on cock sucking. It's something you'll need to learn to be good at." His Master stepped up to him until his cock bobbed in front of his face. Corey looked down nervously.

"I tried that before... I can't." Corey said quietly.

"What was one of the first things I said to you?" Eric asked. When Corey couldn't answer he stroked the side of his face with his hand, making him look up. "Hold you head high. Don't hide those beautiful eyes, Pet." Eric said.

"Yes, Master." Corey looked up at him.

"Now take my cock in your mouth, as much as you can comfortably stand." Eric stroked his cheek as Corey did as he was told. He got about a quarter of his Masters cock into his mouth before he stopped.

"Now suck slowly. Use your tongue and find out what I like and how to please me." His Master tilted his head back and let his pet play with his, now, fully hardened cock.

"Now try to take a little bit more, Pet. Go slowly." Eric stroked his hair. Corey tried to take more and began choking.

"Easy, Pet. Relax your throat and just swallow when you start to gag." Eric said, using his hand to firmly push Corey onto his cock. Corey began choking again and did as his master said, swallowing when his swollen cock head hit the back of his throat. The cock slipped down his throat and Corey began to panic when he realized he couldn't breathe. Eric saw this and immediately calmed his pet.

"Breathe through your nose, pet." Eric continued to push him down on his cock until the younger man was deep-throating it with ease. 

"Explore, Pet. Find out what makes me groan." Eric played with his hair as Corey began using his hands to play with his balls and ass. In no time Eric was about to cum.

"Have you ever swallowed cum before pet?" Eric asked, he let Corey loose so he could speak.

"No, Sir. My previous master made me take his sometimes, but I could never swallow." Corey admitted. His eyes watered from sucking the cock but he stared at it like a starving man would stare at a Thanksgiving feast.

"Well you will now, you will learn to like it as it pleases me." Eric said. Corey went back to sucking his cock and Eric began thrusting in and out of his hot mouth. He grunted as he filled Corey's mouth with cum. Corey began gagging as his throat and mouth was filled with the warm salty juice. He spit some out as he choked and immediately felt guilty. His master had wanted him to swallow and he had failed him.

"I'm sorry, Master."

"You will learn pet. Lick it up." His master commanded. Corey looked up and frowned.

"Off the floor?" 

"You had best hope that you cleaned the floor well enough." His master had an air of authority to him as he spoke.

"Yes, Sir." Corey bent and paused a moment before running his tongue across the puddle of cum on the floor. The salty taste filled his mouth again and he frowned.

"How is it, Pet?"

"I don't know, Master." Corey didn't want to insult him.

"Don't lie. Tell me what you really think." His Master said.

"I don't like it, Sir." 

"Maybe not now, but you will." His master promised. 

"Yes, Sir." Corey finished licking up the salty cum and by the time he had finished he found that the taste was better.

"Good, Pet." His master stroked his hair and Corey found himself almost purring at the sensation. He loved the feeling he got from pleasing his Master.

"From now on we will be training more frequently." His master said.

"Yes, Sir." Corey smiled up at his Master. 

"Come, we left dishes downstairs." His Master led him out of the bedroom and down into the kitchen where they did the dishes together.

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Corey was home alone. It had been weeks since his first time sucking his Masters beautiful cock. He had grown used to the taste of his Masters cum and even enjoyed it now. He had been practicing with his master and could now deep throat his ten inches easily. He knew what his Master liked and could make him cum in less than a minute if he was allowed to.

His master had reciprocated every time and Corey always asked for permission before cumming. His Master loved it when he would cum. He was always astonished at how much his pet's cock could cream. His favorite thing was to watch Corey use his fingers to feed himself his cum. Corey didn't enjoy the taste of himself that much, but watching the lust on his Masters face was reward enough. Corey waited at the door, his Master was due home any minute. Finally he heard the car pulled up and if he had had a tail it would have been wagging. 




Luck of the Irish Ch. 01



"Welcome home, Master." Corey stood on his tip toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. "How was your day."

"Not great, pet." His Master sighed. Corey could see the tense muscles under his skin and frowned, if his Master had admitted to having a hard day then it had to have been very bad. The only time he ever complained about work was when he lost a patient.

"I'm sorry, Master. Is there anything I can do?" Corey frowned.

"No Pet, though I am hungry. What have you made for dinner?" He hung up his coat and pulled him into the kitchen where their plates sat. 

After they had eaten his Master sighed and slouched back in his chair. Corey frowned again, his Master never slouched.

"Do you want to talk about it, Sir?" Corey asked, worried.

"No Pet, but thank you for your concern." His Master smiled at him warmly.

"If you want, Sir. I can do the dishes tonight. You could go upstairs and go to bed. Get some rest?" Corey offered. His Master stared at him a moment, thinking about the offer.

"Thank you, Corey. I appreciate that." His Master stood and kissed his forehead on the way out. Corey listened to him walk upstairs and put the dishes in the sink. He had only just rinsed them when a thought occurred to him. He grabbed two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine before heading upstairs. His Master was getting undressed when he arrived.

"Done with the dishes already, Pet?"

"No, Sir. But I have something else I wanted to do." Corey hid the wine behind his back and disappeared into the bathroom. He filled the tub with water as hot as he could stand it and filled both of the glasses. He went into the bedroom where his Master waited and finished undressing him. He pulled him into the bathroom and his Master smiled when he saw the candles Corey had lit. He climbed into the bathtub and Corey climbed in, laying with his back against his chest. He handed his Master his own glass of wine and played with the bubbles with the hand that wasn't holding his glass.

"Thank you, Pet. This is what I needed." His Master kissed his temple. Corey smiled and leaned back into his Masters chest.

"Did you...lose a patient today, Sir?" Corey asked, hesitating.

"Yes, Pet." His Master sounded hurt.

"It wasn't your fault, Sir. I know you tried your best." Corey said.

"Thank you, Pet. It means a lot to me for you to say that." His Master stroked his hair.

"I know you're a good man. I would trust you with my life. I do." Corey looked up at him. His Master smiled and hugged him in the warm bubbly water.

"Thank you, Pet." His Master repeated. It was obvious that the pair relied on each other for more than just sex. Eric felt the warmth of Corey's love that night, stronger than any other night. The comforting words of his lover calmed his crowded mind and helped him relax. Eric loved Corey, and Corey loved him just as much back. 

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Corey worried about his Master. For the next couple of days he was cold and silent. Corey chalked it up to losing that patient and gave him Master time. After a few days he was returning to normal.

"It happens in my line of work, Pet. I won't ever get used to it, but I have to learn how to recover." He had said, when Corey questioned him about it. Corey understood what he meant and left him alone until he was back to his old self. By the end of the week his Master was fine again. The only trouble was that after a week of his Master not even touching him at night, Corey was on edge. He was horny and needed release. One of his Master's rules was that he could never touch himself though. Mornings were the worst. When his Master was at work and his morning wood ached with need. He knew that he would be able to get away with touching himself, but didn't know if he could lie to his Masters face about it. He wanted to prove to his Master that he could behave.

He made sure he cleaned the house from top to bottom and fixed his Masters favorite dinner. He poured their drinks and sat by the door, waiting for his Masters return. His cock surged as he heard a car pull up in the drive way. He smiled and prayed that his Master would touch him tonight, or even go farther that just touching...

"Welcome home, Master. How was your-" Corey trailed off when he saw it wasn't his Master at the door.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came back to get what's mine."

"My Master will be home any minute."

"That's not quite true, see work called. There was a car accident. A huge pile up. Haven't you checked the messages?" John pushed the button on the phone to play back the voice mails. 

"One new message, from Eric's Cell." The electronic voice said, Corey didn't move his eyes from John and John didn't move his eyes from him.

"Pet, I'm sorry but there's been an accident, I won't be home in time for dinner tonight. Eat without me and go ahead and go to bed. I'll see you tomorrow morning. It would be nice if you would make me breakfast, pet. I love you, see you soon." 

"End of message." The electronic voice said again. Silence filled the room and a shiver went up Corey's spine. His Master wasn't going to be home soon. He was alone, with John, and his Master had no idea.

"Please, Just leave. I'm happy here, he's happy. We're happy together can't you just accept that and find yourself a new punching bag?" Corey begged.

"Hmmm.... Nope." John said and reached for Corey. Corey turned to run and tripped when John grabbed his ankle. He felt it twist the wrong way and pain shoot up his leg. He screamed and tried to crawl away. He was happy here, he didn't want to leave. He kicked John in the face with his good leg and his nose cracked. Blood gushed forward and he released Corey's leg to hold his bleeding nose. Corey stood and limped across the large house. He shut the door to the kitchen behind him and cursed when he realized it didn't have a lock. He looked at the door to the living room and realized that John could get in from there if he wanted to. He felt John fling his body against the door and he cursed. He held the door with all his strength and froze when it stopped. He knew John would be going to the living room. He waited until he heard footsteps on the hard wood floor before opening the door he had just barricaded. 

He lunged for the front door and opened it before he felt the hand wrap around his throat. He was yanked back and the door slammed shut.

"No!" Corey gasped trying to breath. He reached for the door again and John pulled him back. He felt his hand wrap around the waist of his pants and tug.

"Stop!" Corey wiggled his hips trying to keep John from pulling them down, but John flipped him over so he was flat on his back and managed to get his pants down to his knees. Corey kicked and used his hands to try and push John away from him, but to no avail. Soon his jeans and the tight blue briefs that his Master loved so much were around his ankles. John tugged and pulled on the clothing and Corey screamed as they pulled on his injured ankle. Soon the clothing was removed completely and John fought with his own zipper with one hand holding down Corey. He took his cock out and when he couldn't force Corey to open his legs, punched him in the nose. Blood dripped from his nose and mouth but he continued fighting. His Master hadn't taken him yet, and he didn't plan on letting this bastard have what was his Masters.

"Let me go!" He shouted. John pulled his fist back again and punched him in the throat. Corey choked and coughed but continued fighting with a dizzy lightheaded feeling. Finally, John had enough and reached into the back pocket of his pants. He pulled out a long switchblade. He held it to Corey's throat and in a hushed tone spoke.

"Scream again." He challenged the scared slave. Corey considered it, but knew that John wasn't above killing him. He weighed his options, get raped or die. It wasn't that hard of a decision. He stayed silent as John forced open his legs with a knee.

"Please, don't." Corey begged. "My master..."

"That's right, bitch. I'm your Master." John sneered. Corey shook his head and clenched his teeth. He shut his eyes and tried to block out what was happening to him. After only thirty seconds or so he felt a hot warmth fill him and tears dripped from his eyes as he realized that he had lost. He began sobbing as he realized he had failed his Master and let John take something that didn't belong to him. He felt more ashamed than anything and all he wanted was to be held by his Master. He craved the warm arms around his shoulders and the hard muscles under his hands. He yearned for the soothing deep tenor of his Masters voice, and for the kind things they promised. 

John stood up and pulled his pants up. He looked down at the small, broken, sobbing figure on the floor. 

"You're pathetic." He spit on Corey's face. Corey cried and refused to look up at the man who had just raped him. "Bet your Master can't treat you like I can." John beamed, sneering on the word Master. Corey thought he was right. His Master couldn't treat him like that. His Master was a good man.

"Stupid bitch. Come on, we're leaving." John threw Corey's ripped pants at him. Corey shook his head and buried his face in the floor.

"I said, get up." John growled. Corey didn't care now. The worst thing that could have happened did. He was almost sure he would rather die than face his Master after what had happened. And he was positive he would rather die than go home with John again. 

"Listen, Bitch." John looked at him. "You get up, and you follow me. Or I'll kill you right here, right now." John bent down and held the knife to his throat. Corey had stopped crying and now only stared off into space.

"Get. Up." John repeated. When Corey refused to answer, John pushed the knife into his skin. A thin line of blood appeared on his throat and Corey cried out quietly.

"Make your choice, Bitch." John said. "I won't ask again." Corey continued to lie there. John frowned. He pulled Corey up by his hair and put the tip of his knife just under his left ear. Corey whimpered but didn't move.

"Three..." John counted.

"Two..." He whispered in his ear.

'I'm sorry Master.' Corey thought to himself.

"One." 

The knife slid across his throat and a deep red line followed it. Corey felt the blood rush from his veins and he began to get light headed. It felt like the whole world shook when John dropped his head onto the wooden floors. His eyes blurred and he couldn't breathe. He choked and a fountain of blood spilled forward. 

"No one will ever look at those pretty eyes again." John spoke. 

Corey had thought he wanted to die. He was wrong.



Luck of the Irish Ch. 02



Thanks to my editor Gbc5452, couldn't do it without him. Sorry this chapter is a little late, it was my birthday and I didn't feel like writing ;). I have a BIG surprise coming up so it might be awhile before I post anything, have to finish that up and get that posted. Enjoy

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Eric pulled up to his home and stretched as he climbed out of the car. His neck cracked as he stepped up to the door. He slid his key in and the door slipped open on its own. He furrowed his brow and frowned, he never left the door unlocked and his pet knew better than to leave the house without his permission.

"Corey, why is the door unlocked?" Eric called out as he pushed open the door. When he got no answer he became angry. That's three broken rules: Leaving the house, not greeting him at the door, and now not answering him when he spoke.

"Corey!" He shouted. He pushed the door open all the way and stepped into the hallway. He felt his foot slide out from under him and he landed on his hands and knees in a pool of blood. He looked up and saw his delicate Irish pet on the floor. He heard a door slam in the back and his doctor's instincts kicked in. He knew he wasn't a cop, but he did know that he could take care of his pet.

"Corey, hold still love." Eric took a strip of cloth from his shirt and wrapped it around Corey's neck. He scooped up his lover and, as gently as he could, placed him into the back seat.

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Eric sat in the church of the hospital he was so familiar with. He held his head in his hands and prayed silently. He had never been very religious, but he would do anything if it would help his little pet now. He stood and left the shirt. He had changed into his doctors coat due to the blood that covered his street clothes.

"Hey, Jamie. " Eric walked up to the nurse on duty.

"Hey, Eric. How are you holding up." She asked, handing him a coffee.

"Not sure, honestly. I wish I could know how he's doing." Eric looked at the operating room. 

"I'm sure they won't notice if you just slipped into the observation room." Jamie winked. Eric smiled and walked down the hallway. He stood in the dark room watching the group of surgeons work on his pet. He couldn't see much but could hear them fairly well.

"Nice job, guys. Finish up the sutures and bandage up the neck." The surgeon in charge said removing his gloves and face mask. Eric smiled and thanked God once more. His lover wasn't out of the woods yet, but he was getting there. He watched as the team of surgeons closed the gash in his neck and made sure he was stable before moving him out of the operating room. They wheeled him into recovery, Eric standing back and watching them. He waited in front of the operating room until the lead surgeon stepped out.

"Harold." Eric stopped him.

"Eric." The surgeon smiled.

"How is he?"

"Well, we managed to close up the wound. Whoever did this missed most of the important stuff. His carotid arteries were just nicked, but his muscles are in pretty bad shape. They'll heal given enough time. The main thing is that you were lucky enough to get there so fast." The two men walked down the hall.

"How bad was the damage to his muscles?" Eric asked.

"It could have been a lot worse. We think he'll be able to speak again, of course there will be a fairly long recovery time." Harold said.

"Can I see him? I know I'm not family but-"

"It's fine, Eric. Just don't let the big men upstairs notice." Harold winked.

"Thank you, so much , for this." Eric hugged his friend.

"You're welcome, Eric. Go take care of your boy." Harold nodded his head towards recovery and watched as Eric jogged down the hallway.

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It had taken four days for Corey to wake up. Eric knew it was a long recovery and that his body was just trying to repair itself, but it was still scary. When he woke he began panicking.

"Corey, calm down. I'm here, pet. I'm here." Eric stood and stroked his hair lovingly. Corey opened his mouth and a look of pain crossed his throat.

"Shhh, don't talk. Do you remember what happened?" Eric asked. Corey's face went blank for a moment before shaking his head and looking up at his Master, looking for reassurance.

"I came home early, another doctor came in and they let me off since I had been working late for the last couple of days anyways. I found you on the floor. You were naked and-" Suddenly Corey's eyes filled with tears as he remembered what had happened to him.

"Shhh, it's okay love." Eric stroked Corey's hair. He looked frightened and began struggling with the IV in his arm. He shook his head, thinking Eric didn't understand.

"I know, baby. They told me." Eric said. Corey froze and cried silently.

"I'm not angry, love. This wasn't your fault, and I'm fairly certain I know who did it..." Eric frowned at the last part. Corey nodded and put his head down.

"Don't be ashamed, Corey. Remember what I told you that first day we met." Eric winked. Corey's eyes were filled with sadness, but he had a faint glimmer of happiness. He reached for his Masters hand and Eric gladly gave it. He squeezed Corey's hand and stroked his arm.

"Now, get some rest. Sleep will help you heal faster. I know you're probably in a lot of pain and I'll see what I can do about that." Eric stood up and kissed him. Corey wouldn't release his hand when he tried to walk away.

"Babe, I'll be back. I just need to go tell the nurses that you woke up." Eric said. Corey shook his head and grabbed his hand with his other hand.

"If I stay with you until you fall asleep? Will that be alright?" Eric smiled. When Corey nodded he sat back down and stroked the young Irish man's soft hand until his eyes closed and the only sound in the room was the ventilator that kept him breathing.

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"Congratulations, Corey. Your first day without a ventilator." The nurse smiled as Corey choked on his first breath of fresh air, pulled in by his own lungs, in weeks. He smiled at his Master as his breathing became more regular. Luckily no infection had sat in while he was recovering, and the doctors thought he was healing up nicely. 

"Good, Pet. You're making good recovery time." Eric said, once the nurse had left. Corey smiled at his Master and pointed to the note pad they had been using for communication.

'Kiss?' He scribbled down. His Master smiled and leaned in to claim his mouth. Corey had a dizzy smile on his lips when his Master pulled away.

"I can't wait until I can take you home and care for you there. It will be so much better for you there." Eric stroked his hand.

"That may be sooner than you think." Corey's doctor walked in.

"What do you mean?" Eric smiled, excited.

"You are a doctor yourself, and will be able to care for him. He's off the ventilator, I don't see any real reason why he shouldn't go home with you in a few days." His doctor shrugged. Eric smiled and stroked Corey's hair.

"We just have to be sure that he will be able to be off the ventilator for long periods of time, after a few days I'll discharge him and place him in your care." The doctor smiled and walked out with Corey's charts. 

"You hear that, pet? You can be home soon." Eric kissed Corey's forehead.

Corey wrote 'Good, I was worried.' on the notepad.

"About what, precious?" Eric wondered.

'I wanted to spend Christmas with you, Master.' Corey scribbled down as he fell asleep. Eric sat up and realized what he had said. He hadn't even noticed that Christmas was only a few weeks away. He had never really enjoyed Christmas, with no one to spend it with. He looked down at the sleeping young man and gave a sad smile. He had finally found someone, he wasn't alone anymore. Eric kissed the sleeping man and leaned back in his chair, opening the book he had been reading while sitting at Corey's bedside. His eyes crossed over the words but they didn't read them. His brain couldn't stop thinking that one thought.

He wasn't alone anymore.

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Corey felt more comfortable than he had in a long time as Eric wheeled him into their home. He was still too tired to walk and could only take a few steps before gasping for air. Corey looked at the large red stain imprinted into the wood floors. He felt a shiver go up his spine. Eric noticed and spoke.

"I'm sorry pet. I'll be getting new floors to replace those. I hoped to have it done before you returned home." Eric frowned.

"It's okay, Master. It just... scares me." Corey was honest. He could speak now, but his voice was raspy and slow.

Eric stopped the wheelchair and scooped him up. Corey wrapped his arms around his Masters neck and smiled as he felt the strong muscles under him flex. His Master carried him up to their bedroom and placed him on the bed. He tucked him in and gave him a kiss.

"Are you hungry, love?" Eric asked.

"No, sir. I'm feeling a little sick." Corey frowned.

"Probably just your meds. Let me know if it gets any worse and I'll see if I can find something else." Eric said. Corey nodded and watched his Master turn to leave.

"Corey..." His Master started, standing at the door facing the hallway. Corey turned his head, his Master only called him by his name when it was important.

"We haven't really talked about this..." His Master turned around and walked back over to the bed. "But I think you should see someone, about what happened." His master stroked his hair.

"Master, really I'm fine." 

"You may think that, but I worry. I know some very good doctors who might be able to help." Eric put a hand on Corey's leg.

"And I would give you complete permission to talk about anything you like. Even about our relationship, personally. I would even be willing to go with you if that's what you want." Eric said.

"But Master-"

"I know that you think that you're fine. But I can't help thinking that you're not. You've been through a lot Pet. I think you could really use this. Please? For me?" Eric begged. Corey was taken aback. His Master never begged. He stated what he wanted, and he got it. Corey saw the fear in his Masters eyes, he was worried about him.

"Okay, Master." Corey smiled. The truth was, he wanted to see someone. He had nightmares and didn't want to think about it anymore. He just wanted all of this to be finish, he wanted it to be just him and Eric.

"Thank you, Pet. I'll be downstairs. Call me if you need me." Eric kissed him on the lips and shut the door as he left.

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His therapist introduced herself as Henstridge. 

Corey got along well with her, but that didn't mean that he wasn't too scared to talk.

"Corey, I want you to know that whatever we discuss in this room is completely private. I won't share what we talk about with anybody." She said.

"Okay." He said quietly. It hurt to speak and his throat was still sore.

"And you don't have to talk if you don't want to." She smiled. Corey gave a small smile and looked around the office. He saw a large book on her bookshelf labeled 'History'

"What's that?" He pointed to the book.

"That's a photo album of most of my past patients." She smiled. "Would you like to see it?" She asked. He nodded, so she stood up and brought it over to him. She sat next to him on the couch and flipped through pages, naming all of her old patients. There were mixes of men and women, some she was hugging, some it was just a picture of them. Corey saw a picture of a young looking man with gray eyes.

"Who's he?" He asked.

"That's-" She was interrupted as the door burst open.

"Hey Henstridge I-.... Hello." The man stopped.

"Nikolai." Henstridge raised an eyebrow. The young mans face cracked into a huge smile and he winked at the doctor and Corey.

"What's this, Henstridge?" He asked, "You been cheating on me with another man?" Nikolai nodded towards Corey.

"I told you I rescheduled our appointment." 

"No you didn't." He frowned.

"Do you ever check your phone messages?" Henstridge raised an eyebrow. With a disbelieving glare he pulled out his phone and listened to his voicemail on speaker phone.

'Nikolai, it's Henstridge. I'm going to have to reschedule our appointment, something came up. Call me later and we will set up a different time.' Henstridge stared at him.

"That proves nothing." He stuffed his phone in his pocket. Corey noticed his scarred arms then.

"Now if you excuse us, I'm with a patient." Henstridge nodded towards Corey.

"Fine, I see how it is. Cheat on me with some other man. I'm not psychologically troubled enough for you. I'll just go jump in front of a bus or something, okay?" Nikolai rolled his eyes and walked out the door. Henstridge chuckled.

"I'm sorry about that."

"It's alright, he's very...."

"Nikolai." Henstridge laughed. Corey nodded in agreement with a smile.

"He's one of your past patients? Or current patient I should say." Corey blushed.

"Yes, he's a sweet man."

"He seems nice." Corey looked at the shut door.

"So tell me about Eric. I want to know what he's like outside of the hospital. If he even exists outside the hospital." She laughed.

"He does work a lot... But that's alright." Corey shrugged.

"I have to say, when he told me you're his brother I had a hard time believing it. You two look nothing alike and the age difference is quite obvious." She smiled. Corey's heart sank.

"He told you I'm his brother?" He frowned.

"Yes, why? Is that not true?" She asked, already knowing the answer. Corey didn't know what to say. Then he remembered what Eric had said to him, about talking about their relationship if he wanted to. He just didn't want to force Corey into it.

"I'm his.... uh... Boyfriend. I guess." Corey smiled.

"Oh, I didn't know Eric was into men." She shrugged and got back to the conversation.

"How long have you two been together?"

"Our one year anniversary is coming up in a month." He smiled, not realizing how long it had been.

"Wow, and he hasn't introduced you to everyone yet?" She raised an eyebrow.

"We have a... special... relationship." He looked down at the pictures of the book.

"Special how?" Corey blushed.

"Uh... well..." He didn't know how to answer that.

"You can talk to me about anything, Corey. I'm very open minded. I've heard everything, and that's not me just saying it." She smiled down at him.

"Well, I'm kind of... his... Uh..." He was blushing very hard now. "P-pet." He laughed.

"His pet?" Henstridge thought for a moment. "Pet how?' 

"Uh... well... I'm his... Slave." Corey could have been mistaken for a firetruck he was so red.

"Ooooh. I had no idea there was this side to Eric." Henstridge smiled. "I guess you don't always know people as well as you think. This is all consensual right?" She asked. Corey nodded.

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" Henstridge asked. Corey thought for a second and then nodded.

"My old Master did it." 

"So Eric isn't your first Master?"

"No, he saved me from my old one."

"Saved you how?"

"He was abusive, to me that is. Master Eric took me in. He's a much better Master."

"You enjoy your time with him?"

"Yes, I love being with Master Eric." Corey smiled. "I love him."

"I'm glad that Eric found someone to love and love him back." Henstridge smiled. Corey smiled back and set the book aside.

"How have you felt around him, since the rape?"

"Can we not call it that please?" Corey shivered.

"I'm sorry. What would you like me to call it?"

"I don't know. Just not that." Corey frowned.

"Alright."

"I guess I just feel bad."

"Bad how?"

"Like I don't deserve Master Eric." Corey whispered.

"Why would you feel like that?" Henstridge scribbled something down on a note pad she had in her lap.

"He hasn't.... taken me yet. I wanted it to be only him from now on."

"And you feel like your old Master took that from you?"

"Yes." Corey sighed.

"Has Eric said anything about it to you?"

"Only that he doesn't care that he touched me. That he still loves me."

"That should be reassurance enough, shouldn't it?"

"I don't know. I feel like he's lying just to make me feel better." 

"You think he would do that?"

"I don't think he wouldn't." Corey looked up at her.

"I'd like to have a session with the both of you next time, if that's alright with you." Henstridge said.

"Okay." 

"Do you think Eric would be open to coming here with you?"

"Yeah, he said he would."

"Good, I think it will be good for the both of you."

"Do you think he's mad at me?"

"No, I don't think so. If Eric told you he didn't blame you for what happened, then he doesn't blame you." Henstridge smiled. Corey rubbed the large scar on his throat carefully. The slight bump felt hard and it still hurt, but he found himself being able to think a lot more clearly when he touched it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

"Here you go, Pet." Eric set down a bowl of soup. He sat at his seat at the table and began eating.

"Master, my doctor wants to have a session with the both of us next time." Corey spoke.

"That's fine. How did your session today go?" Eric spoke.

"Alright, she's nice." 

"Good, I'm glad you like her."

"So you two know each other?"

"Yes, we've worked together for a few years now." Eric spoke. "So you like Dr. Nelson?" 

"Nelson? She told me her name was Henstridge."

"Henstridge?" Eric thought for a moment before laughing. "Henstridge was a name one of her patients gave her a few months back. He was a class act that guy. Tried to commit suicide. He was an ass to everyone. Once, he crawled out of bed while no one was looking, he stole a pack of smokes from the nurses station and was sitting outside for an hour. The whole hospital went crazy trying to find him." 

"Was his name Nikolai?"

"Yeah that's the one."

"I met him today. He seemed... exactly how you described him." Corey smiled.

"I can't believe she kept that name." Eric laughed and shook his head.

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"Glad you could join us, Eric." Henstridge smiled as Eric closed the door behind them.

"Nice to see you too, Henstridge." Eric put emphasis on the name. She blushed.

"You found out about that huh?" She smiled.

"It's hard to forget Nikolai."

"I think it's impossible." She laughed. 

"So can I ask why you wanted to speak with both of us?" Eric asked, settling down into the couch next to Corey.

"Corey was just having some feelings that I think would make him feel better if he discussed it with you." Henstridge shrugged.

"Like what, love?" Eric looked down at his lover.

"Just about what happened... with Master John." Corey looked anywhere but at his Master.

"Corey is afraid that, despite what you say, you resent him for what happened." Henstridge clarified.

"Not at all, Corey. I don't know what else I can do to convince you of that." Corey shrugged and his Master kissed his head.

"I assume he told you about our relationship?"

"Yes, is that a problem?"

"Not at all, I just want him to get better by any means necessary." Eric stroked Corey's hair.

"At least we're all moving towards the same goals." Henstridge smiled. Corey held his Masters hand and Master Eric looked down at him and smiled. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

It was late November now and Corey was able to move around the house without running out of breath. Sometimes he would have to stop and sit but he was glad to be out of the bed finally.

'If it wasn't so lonely in said bed I might not be so happy to be out of it.' He thought to himself. He looked at the clock and saw it was nearly time for Master to get home. He lit the candles on the table and brought out the large turkey. He heard his Masters car pull up and made sure everything was ready. He disobeyed his orders and didn't greet his Master at the door.

"Corey." Master sounded peeved. "You better hope that there's a damned good reason for you not-" His Master was cut off when he looked into the dining room. The table was set with more food than either of them could ever eat. The large turkey sat in the center of the table. Green bean casserole was to the left, followed by mashed potatoes, steamed carrots, yams, a tossed salad, red wine, bread rolls, cranberry sauce and a small ham.




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"Happy Thanksgiving, Sir." Corey smiled.

"Oh Pet, this is beautiful. Did you make all of this yourself?" Master asked.

"Yes, Sir. I've been cooking all day."

"Thank you Pet. You truly are a great gift. But who is going to eat all this because we definitely can't." His Master smiled and hugged him to his chest, looking at the table stuffed with food.

"That's why I invited them." Corey smiled as several more cars pulled up.

"I called the hospital, and invited a bunch of your friends." Corey looked up at his Master.

"Happy Thanksgiving." His master smiled.

Everyone came in and sat down at the table. They began eating and talking. Eric made eye contact with Corey and winked. The group of guests sat around the house for a few hours after dinner, basking in their food coma. Soon everyone left and Corey and Eric were left to clean up.

"Thank you for doing all of this, Pet. It means a lot to me to have someone to spend the holidays with." Eric started scrubbing the food off the dishes as Corey washed them.

"I like spending the holidays with you, Master." Corey smiled. 

"Oh, speaking of the holidays." Eric walked upstairs without finishing his sentence.

"Master?" Corey furrowed his brow and followed him upstairs.

"I have a present for you. I've been waiting for the right moment and now seems like a good time." Eric pulled out a small brown bag. Corey remembered him picking it up the day he brought him home from the hospital, when he had first told Corey he wouldn't be going back to John.

"What is it?"

"Open it." Eric smiled. "I hope you like it, I picked it out because I thought it would look gorgeous on you. It's hard to make something look bad on you though, I guess." Eric smiled nervously. Corey reached into the bag and pulled out a leather collar. The collar had alternating blue and green gems around it, and a small silver piece where the tags for a dog would go. The gems matched his eyes and the silver piece was shiny and bright.

"Master, it's beautiful." Corey hugged Eric tightly.

"You like it?" Eric smiled wider.

"Yes, Sir. I love it. Can I put it on now?" Corey looked up at his Master with sparkling mismatched eyes.

"Of course Pet, turn around." Corey did as he was told and his Master secured the leather strap around his neck. He pulled something out of his pocket and, from behind Corey, began fiddling with the silver piece.

"What's that, Sir?" Corey asked, trying to see. 

"Hold still." Eric chuckled. Corey did as he was told, or at least tried his best. When his Master was done he nudged Corey towards the mirror. 

"Look." He smiled. Corey stepped up to the mirror and saw that a black heart shaped tag that was now attached to his collar. Corey smiled and looked at the silver print engraved into it. The tag was blank except for one word.

Corey

Corey smiled and turned around and hugged his Master. 

"Thank you, so much Sir." 

"I was going to wait until Christmas, but I have another surprise for you then. So I figured it wouldn't hurt to spoil you just for now." Eric smiled. "I'm glad you like it pet. It looks wonderful on you." The couple hugged. 

"So what's this surprise you had planned for Christmas?" Corey smiled.

"That would be telling, Pet." Eric winked and started folding back the covers, getting ready for bed.

"Just a hint?" Corey begged, folding over his side of the bed too.

"Spoilers." Eric smiled.

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Corey and Eric sat on the red couch across from the doctor. Henstridge had her notepad in her lap and pen ready to take notes.

"So lets talk about you, Eric." Henstridge said.

"What? Why? I thought this was supposed to be helping Corey?" Eric looked at his partner.

"It is, and I think that you opening up will be comforting to him. It will help him see the entire picture, not just the part with him in it." Henstridge said. Eric sighed and looked uncomfortable.

"So what do you want to talk about?" Eric asked.

"How do you feel about what happened to Corey?" Henstridge asked.

"What kind of question is that? I'm angry, and I'm sad."

"Why's that?"

"I'm angry because John is a dumbass who cant just leave us alone. And I'm sad because the man I love was hurt." Eric seemed more angry at the moment. Corey looked up at his Master and smiled. He liked it when Eric said that he loved him, he knew it, but that didn't mean that it wasn't nice to hear every chance he got.

"Do you feel anything else?"

"I don't know, frustrated I guess." 

"Why?"

"Because, there's not a whole lot I can do to help him." Eric frowned and took Corey's hand, squeezing it.

"And?"

"And... pissed off."

"Who are you pissed off at? John?"

"No." Eric sighed, knowing where this was headed.

"Then who, Eric? Who are you pissed off at?"

"Me." Eric finally relaxed.

"What? Why?" Corey turned towards his Master.

"When I agreed to be your Master, I swore I would protect you. As your Master, your boyfriend, your lover, and your friend I promised to protect you with everything I had. It was my fault this happened." Eric was on the brink of tears.

"I don't blame you, Eric." Corey said, calling him by his real name for the first time in a long time.

"I know you don't, and honestly I think that only makes it worse. I broke a promise to you and you just shrug it off. I feel horrible." Eric buried his head in his hands and his shoulders began to heave with quiet sobs. Corey was frozen. He had never seen his Master cry, and it wasn't something he liked. He put a hand on Eric's back and rubbed in small circles. He got close to his ear and whispered.

"Please don't cry, Sir. I don't want you to feel bad. You did your best, this isn't anyone's fault." Corey said. Eric turned and placed his head on Corey's lap. He continued to sob and Corey stroked his hair lovingly. 

"Seems like we're finally making progress, Corey." Henstridge spoke.

"You call this progress?" Corey frowned and looked down at his crying Master.

"Yes, because you just admitted that it wasn't anyone's fault, including your own." Henstridge smiled. Corey looked down at his Master. Eric's sobs had slowed and he looked up at Corey. Corey raised his hand to his lips and kissed it. Eric sat up and kissed his lips.

"I'm sorry."

"I know you are." Corey whispered back.

"I meant I was sorry for crying, not for letting you down. I don't deserve forgiveness for that." Eric said.

"I know, but I forgive you for both." Corey hugged his Master close and the two kissed.

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"Master?" Corey said. They were laying in bed naked. The act wasn't sexual, just sensual and comforting. Corey ran his hands along the patch of fur on his Master's chest. He twirled his fingers through the hair and rubbed his head against the spot where the arm connected to his chest. He could smell the soap his Master used and the manly scent that was his own. Corey lived for that scent.

"Yes, Pet?" Eric stroked his hair.

"When will we get back to my training?" Corey asked. Eric looked down at Corey and thought for a second. Corey was worried he hadn't heard him and was going to repeat the question when his Master spoke.

"Do you think you're ready, Pet?" 

"I don't know. I don't think so."

"Then we won't start again until you're ready." Eric said.

"But..." Corey trailed off.

"Yes?"

"I think that my training will help me recover...I'm just scared." Corey whispered the last part.

"Scared of what, Pet?" Corey was silent.

"You know I would never hurt you like that." Eric said.

"I know."

"Then why are you scared?"

"I don't know..." Corey buried his face in his Masters chest.

"We can start again, and start slowly." Eric kissed Corey's forehead.

"Master?" Corey said, after a moment had gone by.

"Yes?"

"What happened to Master John?" Corey frowned.

"Don't call him that." Eric snapped, and calmed down when he felt Corey's heart speed up.

"I'm sorry Pet, I just don't like you calling him a title that should belong only to me." Eric apologized. 

"Yes, Sir." Corey said.

"When I told the police who I thought it was they checked my security footage and arrested him. We have a court appearance in two weeks." Eric said.

"Do I have to go?"

"It would be good if you did, love. But I won't make you." Eric replied.

"Master?"

"Yes, Pet?" Eric chuckled.

"I didn't know you had security inside." Corey said.

"I do." Eric smiled. Corey was silent for a second.

"Master?"

"What, Corey?" Eric laughed, Corey liked the sound of it echoing in his chest.

"I just like saying it." He whispered. He rubbed his head against Eric's chest and sighed.

"Master..." Corey muttered, as he fell asleep.

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Two weeks later Corey straightened his tie. The suit he was wearing was tight and uncomfortable.

"You look fantastic." Eric smiled.

"Thank you, sir." Corey turned to look at his Master as he walked into their bedroom. Eric stood behind him and made eye contact with Corey through the mirror they stood in front of.

"Are you ready?"

"To leave, or to face him?" Corey asked.

"Both."

"I don't know. I mean yes, I'm ready to leave. But to face him...." Corey trailed off.

"You've been doing well in your sessions. You're down to one a week now, you're making fantastic recovery, love." Eric kissed his temple. He could feel Corey shaking and put his hands on his shoulders.

"I know, but what if I'm not ready. What if I mess up?" Corey trembled.

"You'll be fine." Eric slid his hands down the front of Corey's chest, bringing him into a tight hug. Corey turned around and allowed Eric to hug and kiss him.

"I'll be right there with you." Eric smiled. Corey smiled up at his Master and their lips touched. Eric slid his tongue into Corey's waiting mouth and soothed his lover with a passionate kiss. He noticed Corey stopped trembling.

"Better?" He asked, as he pulled away.

"Yes, Sir." Corey put his head on his chest. Eric raised his arm and looked at his watch.

"We'll be late if we don't leave now, Pet." Eric said, and with a hand on his lower back, led Corey to the waiting car.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Corey hated it. He hated seeing him there. He hated how obvious the scar on his throat was. He hated the way John looked at him and his Master. He hated how he hugged his Masters side like a frightened child. He hated how weak he felt. 

"That's such bullshit." Eric said, as they left the courtroom. He was furious and Corey was beginning to be scared of him.

"He got seven years, sir." Corey whispered.

"Yeah but he should have gotten more. If the stupid rape charges hadn't been dropped." Eric kicked the tire of his car. He paused and kicked it three more times until Corey thought he would break his toe.

"Sir?" Corey whispered. He had never seen his Master so angry. Eric looked up at him and anger filled his eyes. He saw the frightened look on Corey's face and sighed. He wrapped Corey in a hug.

"I'm sorry, Pet. I just think he deserves more for what he did for you." Eric brushed his fingers across the scar on Corey's neck. Corey shied away, pulling the collar his Master had bought him out of his pocket and snapping it on, so it covered the ugly scar.

"Pet..."

"Can we go home, please?" Corey walked away, climbing into the passenger seat of the car.

"Sure..." Eric started the car and they drove off silently. 

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They arrived home and Eric frowned as Corey quickly headed upstairs, without saying a word to him.

"Corey..."

"Yes, Sir?" Corey stopped, but it was obvious he didn't want to.

"We need to talk. Come down here, please." Eric watched him pout as he walked down the steps.

"What happened back there?" Eric frowned.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Corey mumbled, looking down at the ground.

"Are you ashamed of your scar?" 

"Why shouldn't I be?"

"Why should you be?" Eric asked. Corey didn't answer. "You're a beautiful man, ever last bit of you."

"It's a reminder of how weak I am."

"It's a reminder of how strong you are. Not many people would be able to cope the way you have." Eric said. Corey continued looking at the ground.

"I want that collar back." Eric said. Corey snapped his head up, putting his fingers on the leather band around his neck.

"Why? What did I do?" Corey was close to tears.

"Nothing, I just don't want you to use it to hide yourself. You can have it back when you show me that you don't see your scar as a sign of weakness." Eric said. Corey took it off and handed it to Eric, staring down at the ground again.

"This isn't a punishment, Corey. This is to make you see you the way I see you, so beautiful." Eric raised his chin and kissed his lips softly. Corey returned the kiss and Eric stroked his hair.

"You're probably exhausted."

"Yes, Sir." Corey didn't lie.

"How about we go up and take a nap?" Eric walked them over to the stairs, arm around Corey's shoulders.

"That sounds really, really, nice Sir." Corey smiled up at his Master. They crawled into bed together and Eric spooned up against Corey. The Irish man's soft briefs were tight on his ass and Eric loved the feeling of them in his hands.

"Sleep, my Irish beauty." Eric kissed his ear softly. "Things are always better when you wake up." 

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Corey sat in the empty office for fifteen minutes when the door finally opened.

"Henstridge I-" Nikolai stopped in the doorway, looking at Corey who sat there awkwardly. "My bad, do you know where she is?" Nikolai asked, pointing to her empty chair. Corey shook his head.

"We had an appointment fifteen minutes ago..." He looked at his watch.

"It's not like her to be late.... do you mind if I sit around and wait for her a bit? If I stay out there my physical therapist will sniff out my fear and chain my arms to weights until I lift so many they fall off and then I would need another surgery and more physical therapy.... It's a vicious cycle of doom." Nikolai said with a completely straight face.

"Uh... sure." Corey smiled, and scooted over on the couch. Nikolai closed the door behind him and sat down, crossing his legs, next to Corey.

"So what are you in for?" Nikolai asked. He stood suddenly and started poking around Henstridge's desk.

"Uh... what?" Corey blushed.

"You must be a patient in here right?" Nikolai waved his hand around.

"No, not the hospital anyways..." Corey smiled.

"You mean you come here willingly?" Corey nodded. "Man, you're in the right place then because you must be crazy." Nikolai smiled.

"Do you still see her?"

"Twice a month." Nikolai rolled his eyes and sniffed a candle on the bookshelf.

"Why were you forced to see her? If you don't mind my asking." Corey blushed and added the second part when he realized how nosy he was being.

"Tried to off myself." Nikolai looked up from the paper weight he was fiddling with. "Take my advice, if you try it... don't do it with a razor blade." He waved his scarred arm around. "Hurts like a bitch, don't listen to anything Hollywood tells you, it's all a lie." Nikolai fell back in Henstridge's chair and opened drawers.

"I wouldn't ever do anything like that." Corey shook his head.

"Too good for suicide huh? Well then what are you in for?" Nikolai repeated his question.

"I didn't mean it like that... I wouldn't ever do it because I have someone who needs me." Nikolai looked up and stared at him for a second.

"I can understand that..." Nikolai said. 

"Do you have someone you care about?" Corey smiled. Nikolai sat back in the chair, hands crossed over his stomach. 

"Yeah, I guess I do." He smiled, staring off into space as if he was seeing something in his mind that only he could see.

"What's her name?" Corey asked. Nikolai snapped out of his daydream and looked back at Corey.

"There's two. The love of my attempted suicide life Clark, and his daughter Ana." He went back to rummaging through the drawers. He lifted a pen, clicking it a few times and scribbling on the desk before throwing it away. "And your significant other?"

"Eric." Corey smiled, using just his real name felt weird on his tongue.

"Kindred spirits." Nikolai winked and tried to start the computer on her desk, when he got to the password protected log in, he shut it down and went to the other side of her desk.

"I guess." Corey smiled.

"So, I repeat, what are you in for?" Nikolai asked for the third time.

"I..." Corey trailed off. "I was...assaulted." He thought that word sounded even worse than raped. Nikolai looked up, making eye contact again.

"I'm sorry." He went back to digging through drawers. Corey knew that he understood.

"Thanks... my M- Eric wanted me to see her, they're friends." Corey explained.

"What were you going to say?" Nikolai picked up a calculator and pushed a few buttons. "Dead batteries, why does a shrink need a calculator?" He mumbled and tossed it back in the drawer.

"What?"

"You said something with an M before Eric. What was it?" Nikolai didn't look up from the notepad he was flipping through.

"Nothing..." Corey lied.

"So Eric is a doctor then?"

"Yeah."

"Well that's hot." Nikolai chuckled.

"What's Clark do?"

"Fuck me." Nikolai cursed.

"Excuse me?!" Corey blushed.

"What?" Nikolai looked confused. "Oh, not... I didn't mean-" It was Nikolai's turn to blush. He waved the notepad around. "She doesn't think she should change my medication. I can't sleep with these ones though." He pulled a bottle of pills out of his pocket.

"Oh..." Corey laughed. Nikolai winked at him.

"I'm sorry I'm late Cor- Nikolai what are you doing?" Henstridge sighed. Nikolai looked up from her desk and smiled. He scooted in closer to the desk and leaned back in the chair, folding his fingers into a triangle shape.

"What do you think I'm doing?" 

"I think you're committing a felony by looking at anything in there." Henstridge shut the door behind her, setting her brief case by the chair.

"And how does that make you feel?" Nikolai drummed his fingers together in the triangle shape, his face blank of all emotion. Henstridge picked up the notepad that was on her desk and slapped him in the back of the head.

"Get up." She pulled the notepad back again like she was going to hit him, Nikolai laughed and ran over towards Corey before she could strike.

"What do you want?" She laughed.

"Wanted to talk to you about my new prescription, but my plan is moot, for I read your little scribbles!" He pointed at her accusingly.

"Patient abuse I say!" He screamed in a British accent.

"I thought I heard stupid from down the hall." A taller man walked in.

"Clarky! Mah baby! You've come for me!" Nikolai shouted in a high voice.

"I must have been mistaken, I thought I heard stupid, but it was really moronic." Clark rolled his eyes and hugged his partner.

"Corey my love, this is the 'Other man' I was telling you about." Nikolai looked at Corey, who was blushing and giggling to himself quietly.

"I hope he didn't cause any permanent damage. He chewed through his leash." Clark raised an eyebrow at Corey.

"Nope, everything still in place." Corey smiled, and spoke softly. Clark winked at him.

"I'll get him out of your hair, Henstridge." Clark pulled Nikolai from the office. Henstridge opened her mouth to speak to Corey when he popped his head back in.

"What if I told you the meds made me itch in the worst places?" Nikolai pouted. Clark's hand was seen covering his mouth and pulling his lover out of the office. Henstridge shut the door and locked it.

"You're probably traumatized from the talking tornado over there." She nodded towards the locked door. "If you need more therapy, I don't blame you."

"He's nice, a bit crazy... but nice." Corey smiled.

"He's been through a lot, if he hadn't have found Clark I don't know what he would have done." She sat down in her chair.




Luck of the Irish Ch. 02



"I know what that's like..." Corey smiled distantly and thought of his muscular doctor waiting down the hall.



Luck of the Irish Ch. 03



Okay, here's the second to last chapter. Oh, and big news, yes the news I've been talking about but never telling you. I'm glad to announce (and stupid excited!) that I've been working with Kitten2010 on a collaboration project that is finish, and will be posted in the next couple of days. It's gonna be fantastic and I hope you all enjoy it. (I had a ton of fun writing it with her)

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Corey sat in bed, late into the day. 

"Still in bed?" Eric walked into the room. 

"No." Corey rolled over into the pillows.

"Oh really..." Eric set down the dirty shirt he was picking up.

"Oh yeah." Corey nodded, not removing his face from the pillow that muffled his voice. Eric chuckled and dropped the other dirty clothes he was holding. He crawled into the bed, lying himself gently on top of Corey. He kissed the back of his neck tenderly, holding himself up with his hands. Corey rolled over so he was face to face with Eric and kissed him.

"You know..." Eric said, rolling over and letting Corey rest against his chest, "Christmas is coming up, and I have some time off." Eric said.

"Really? That would be great! Do you have Christmas off?" Corey sat up.

"I do." Eric smiled at how excited Corey was getting.

"This is fantastic! We'll have a tree, and presents, and we can decorate the house ourselves, and we can have stockings, and I'll make Christmas dinner! What do you want for Christmas? Oh my God it's only a few weeks away and I haven't gone shopping! I don't know what I'm going to get you..." Corey rambled, he continued to talk for a minute longer before sighing and lying back down on Eric's chest with an excited smile. "This will be the best Christmas ever." He smiled into some far off world where Christmas had already reached them.

"Well... We're not doing a tree." Eric said.

"What?" Corey sat up. "But Master, it's one of the best parts about Christmas. Sitting in the living room with the fireplace burning and Christmas music playing, decorating the tree together..." Corey lost some of his smile.

"We're not doing decorations either." Eric said.

"What?" Corey had to stop himself from shouting. "But Master we-"

"And no stockings." 

"Master!" Corey sat away from Eric, sitting on his heels with an adorable pout on his face.

"And no Christmas dinner." Eric added.

"What? How could you-.... You can't have Christmas without-.... Why cant we-.... Maybe just-..." Corey was silent, staring at his Master like he had grown a second head.

"We probably won't be having to many presents, either."

"Master... Why can't we have Christmas? It's my favorite holiday... I-"

"Corey, who am I?" Eric said. Corey sighed and looked down with a destroyed look on his face.

"My Master..."

"And who has final say in this house?"

"You..." Corey mumbled, head down.

"Good."

"But can't we just-" 

"Corey. I've made my decision and that's final, you will respect that and trust that I know what's best for you and I." Eric said.

"Yes Sir..." Corey said, so meekly he could hardly hear it himself.

"Now, we will NOT be having an elaborate Christmas..." Eric paused and reached into the drawer on his nightstand, pulling something out. Corey refused to look up.

"Because, we will be going to Ireland to visit your family." Eric held up the two tickets to Ireland. Corey snapped his head up so fast he thought he would get whiplash. He took the tickets from Eric's hands slowly. He stared down at them in his lap quietly for a long time.

"Corey? Aren't you happy?" Corey looked up and saw the tears in his eyes.

"Master..." He choked on his tears. He reached out for the comfort Eric provided. Eric took him in his arms, confused.

"What is it?" Eric asked, rubbing Corey's back as he cried.

"Thank you so much, Eric." Corey said, using his Masters name purposely. "You have no idea how much this means to me." Corey sobbed. Eric smiled and pulled Corey away so he could wipe the tears from his face.

"It's been awhile since you've seen them, hasn't it?" Eric asked. Corey nodded, tears still falling from his eyes. 

"Is this good enough to fulfill your Christmas needs?" Eric asked. Corey nodded with a smile quickly and hugged Eric again. "I'm glad you like it, Corey. I thought we could use a break from all the excitement around here." 

"How long are we staying?" Corey asked, once the tears had gone.

"I planned for a week, I hope thats long enough. I wanted to spend actual Christmas day here, together." Eric stroked his leg.

"It's perfect. I love you, Master." 

"I love you too, Corey. More than anything." Eric hugged Corey to his chest. He held the elated man in his arms, and smiled at the thought of getting to meet his lover's family.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

"This is beautiful, Corey." Eric looked out the window as they drove through the green fields of Ireland.

"It's been so long since I've been home. I didn't realize how much I missed it." Corey smiled. He looked so at home here. Eric loved the look on his face as he watched the green fields fly by.

"It's so much prettier in the summer." Corey looked up at the gray clouds of winter.

"I'm sure it is, we might have to plan a second trip." Eric smiled at him, brushing his fingers through his Pet's hair.

"Lets get through this one first." Corey laughed. They drove near the edge of the cliff that separated them from the roaring ocean. 

"Look at that, it's so beautiful." Eric smiled. "How much farther?"

"Not long, ten minutes or so." Corey smiled. He pulled his turtleneck a bit further up his neck, catching Eric's eye.

"Don't you think you should tell them what happened, Pet?"

"No." Corey said quickly. He had asked Eric to buy him a few turtlenecks for the trip a few days ago. "I'm sorry Master, but it would darken the holiday. My family doesn't... Deal well with things like this." Corey looked up at Eric almost pleading him to understand.

"Alright, Pet. I won't say anything if you don't." He reached over to Corey and stroked his lover's hair.

"You never told me, how big IS your family?" Eric asked, looking out the window. Corey turned to look at him, smiling with a wicked grin.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

"Corey! How you been little brother?" A large red haired man came out from the house before them. 

"Keith!" Corey hugged the man who had to be at least five or six inches taller than Corey's 5'7"." Keith lifted Corey into the air and hugged him tightly, until Eric began to worry Corey couldn't breathe.

"Guys, he's here!" Keith turned around and shouted behind him, into the open door of the home.

"Corey?" A small, also redheaded, woman stepped out of the house and ran up to Corey, hugging him tightly.

"Imogen!" Corey hugged her. She was actually shorter than Corey and couldn't have been more than 5' 4".

Another woman walked out of the house. She was the same height as Corey, her red hair reaching down to her waist. She was thin and hugged Corey tightly.

"Da, I missed you!" He hugged his, what Eric assumed was, his sister. 

"You don't call, you don't write!" She punched him in the arm. An older man walked out from the house, followed by a short woman in a dress and two more members of the family.

"Dad." Corey was crying now and hugged his father. Eric stood by, glad to see Corey so happy.

"It's been too damn long, son." Corey's father was pushed aside by the short round woman with the same hair color as Corey.

"Move it yah fool, let me hug my baby." She was crying just as hard as Corey and squeezed him with a grip that could crush a watermelon.

"Hi, mum." 

"Hi? Hi?! It's been four years and all you can say is hi?!" She smacked him on the back of the head. "The nerve of it. All this time living in America and you forget your family." Another woman, closer to Corey's age, put her hands on her hips and pouted. She was only a few inches shorter than Corey, but much much heavier. She was bubbly and happy and her short hair bounced as she walked.

"I could never forget you, Liann." He smiled and hugged her too. She moved to let the others hug him, but not before swinging her foot behind her and kicking Corey in the ass.

"Hey, Corey." The final brother said.

"Hey, Liam." Corey smiled, but didn't move to hug the man who stood just as high as Eric.

"Are you going to introduce us?" Corey's mother smacked him in the back of the head again.

"Of course, mum." Corey blushed and smiled at Eric.

"Eric this is my family. This is my mum," Corey stood by his mother.

"Sharon." She smiled and pushed aside his hand, giving Eric a gut squishing hug.

"My dad," Corey moved to stand by his father.

"Wilson, but call me Teddy bear." He shook his hand, and then gave Eric a hug, not quite as powerful as his wifes.

"My brother, Keith." Corey put his hands on his brothers shoulders.

"Hey." Eric noticed he had no accent, at least not nearly as strong as Corey's other family members. Eric shook his hand and smiled.

"My Sisters, Amanda, Liann, and Imogen." Corey stood between his sisters who he wrapped his arms around.

"Hi." They smiled warmly and shook his hand.

"My other brother, Liam." Corey made no move to step away from his sisters.

"Hello." Liam nodded in Eric's direction but made no move to hug him or shake his hand. He had the thickest accent of them all.

"Wow, big family." Eric smiled.

"I still have four more brothers and sisters." Corey smiled. Eric went pale.

"Oh God I'm never going to remember all of these names." He gave a weak smile, and was pushed into the old house by many hands and feet.

"So what is that?" Eric asked. "Nine? Nine brothers and sisters?" He asked, astonished.

"Yep. And theres still aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends of the family-"

"Who are really just family." Amanda chimed in. 

"To account for." Corey smiled and pushed her. She nudged him back and he pushed her harder, pushing her against their mother who was bustling around the small kitchen.

"Children." She warned.

"Da started it." 

"Corey started it." They spoke at the same time.

"Da?" Eric raised an eyebrow. Corey was about to speak when Amanda shoved him out of the way.

"When he was little he couldn't pronounce my name, it always just came out Da."

"It stuck." Corey shrugged. Eric nodded.

"So, how do you two know each other?" Amanda asked, flipping her hair and leaning against a table seductively. Eric glanced at Corey who nodded.

"We're dating." Eric smiled. Amanda's face dropped and she wrinkled her nose.

"Well thats no fun." She pouted and stuck her tongue out at Eric. Eric laughed and Corey reached out for his hand.

"Where's Danny and Renee?" Corey asked.

"They're upstairs." Teddy bear spoke.

"More of your siblings?" Eric asked.

"Yeah, there's Danny, Renee, Bree, and Reilly left." Corey smiled.

"We're easy to remember. Amanda is tall and skinny with long hair, I'm shorter and got a lot of chub to spare, Danny has the goatee, Renee smells like to much perfume, Teddy bear doesn't like to talk, Liam is an asshole-"

"Hey." Liam looked up from where he was zoning out.

"Keith is the size of a car, Momma smacks us a lot, Bree has the scar on her chin from when Corey threw a brick at her, and Reilly is all serious-like." Liann counted on her fingers as she spoke.

"You forgot someone." Corey said.

"Did I?" She began counting again.

"That was only ten, there's eleven of us here now." Corey picked at a piece of meat his mother was cooking.

"Imogen." Eric spoke.

"Oh yeah, and Imogen just blends into the background." Liann smiled and picked a piece of meat off the stove. Corey's mother smacked Corey in the back of the head.

"I didn't do it!" He frowned.

"Delayed reaction." She smiled up at her son who pouted. 

"Damn thats a lot to remember."

"You'll get used to it, just thank God the twins aren't here." Keith laughed and picked off a piece of meat.

"That's it, all of you out!" Sharon shooed them all out of the kitchen, forcing them into the living room.

"You're family is quite the entertainment." Eric smiled at Corey. 

"I know, I really missed them." Corey smiled.

"I hope you don't have any problem understanding everyone." Corey said.

"I'll get used to the accents. Yours isn't as strong."

"Well, I was only eighteen when I left home and traveling around the world kind of muddled my accent." Corey smiled.

"Damn right, you sound like a bloody Yankee by now!" Keith ruffled Corey's hair.

"I do not!" Corey said. Eric noticed him settling back into his Irish accent more and more as they were there.

"Say something Irish man!" Amanda shouted. 

"I do what a want, leave me alone damn it." Corey laughed.

"Thats not very Irish of you." Eric smiled at his lover.

"Aye! He's got it!" Keith pointed at Eric.

"See, Aye, thats very Irish. Say something like that." Eric laughed and leaned back on the couch next to Corey.

"You're not helping." Corey nudged him.

"Oh yeah a his!" Keith squeezed between Corey and Eric on the couch, putting his arm around each.

"Don't worry worry, son. We'll get the Irish back in you yet!" Teddy bear smiled and handed Corey a very large cup of ale.

"See, I like this already." Eric said, accepting his own cup. 

"You can't drink." Corey shook his head, smiling. Eric frowned.

"Oh yes I can." He said.

"Not like an Irish man can." Corey slapped Keith on the back as he sipped. his ale.

"Well the lets put that to the test." Eric said, in a mock Irish accent.

"Ooooh!" Several of Corey's brothers and sister said, in a low tone.

"Alright, lets make it interesting then." Corey smiled wickedly.

"What did you have in mind?"

"If I beat you, I get to top you." Corey smiled. Eric raised an eyebrow, leaning back into the couch.

"And if I win?"

"Oh trust me, you won't." Corey winked.

"But if I do?"

"Then... I don't know, what do you want?" Corey laughed.

"If I win... then we go to a body art shop and you let me choose if you get a piercing, or a tattoo." Eric smiled. Corey's eyes got wide.

"Piercing where...?" Corey asked.

"That's for me to know, and for you to find out when I drink you under the table." Eric winked, using the fake accent again.

"Ha, a zebra among horses!" Corey titled his head back and chugged the ale in seconds. 

"One, I'm pretty sure that's not a real saying. And two, you're on." Eric shook Corey's hand.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Eric couldn't stand. He didn't know how Corey was still standing. Sure the small man was soused, but it was clear he could hold his liquor better than men much larger than he was. 

"I think I underestimated you, Pet." Eric felt dizzy.

"Aye, you did." Corey smiled, now speaking in a thick Irish accent, the alcohol working it's magic on his usually controlled voice.

"You know you sound really sexy when you talk like that." Eric kissed his lips.

"You know you sound really sexy all the time, Keith bring us another." Corey waved his hand.

"Oh Jesus, you're going to kill me." Eric laughed. Corey winked. Keith set down two pints of Guinness.

"Bottoms up." He smiled, and walked off. Corey took his and began chugging the dark liquid. Eric shook his head and tilted back to chug the drink with his partner. He got halfway through before he set the glass down, Corey's was drained.

"Give up, yet?" Corey asked, words slurred with the alcohol and the muddled accent.

"Nuh uh." Eric swooned.

"Are you sure?" Corey asked, worried. "I don't want you leaving me cause I gave you alcohol poisoning." He laughed as Eric finish his drink.

"I'm fine I'm fine, I already know what I'm going to have you get, too." Eric winked, waving his hand.

"And what's that?" Corey asked, holding his Master's shoulder.

"Spoilers." Eric put a finger on Corey's lips.

"You're wasted man!" Liann laughed.

"Aye!" Eric raised his empty glass. "Keith!" He called.

"I'm goin' I'm goin'." Keith disappeared into the kitchen. He returned with two more pints of Guinness.

"Eric, are you sure-"



"You scared?" Eric teased.

"Yes, scared that you're going to kill yourself." Corey laughed.

"I'm fine, my sweet Pet. Bottoms up!" He said, with the fake accent. Corey followed suit and tilted his glass back, draining the cup of the dark liquid. Eric got half way through before swooning and passing out.

"Looks like you won the bet then." Sharon smiled.

"Aye, but he's too drunk to even remember." Corey smiled.

"You should get to bed, man. It's gettin' late." Keith laughed.

"Will you do me the honors of carrying my beloved upstairs?" Corey laughed. 

"Aye." Keith lifted Eric over a shoulder.

"Damn." Corey laughed. "I'm getting a picture of this." Corey took out the digital camera Eric had brought and took a picture of his Master, over his brothers shoulder with a glass of Guinness still swinging in his hand, sloshing the drink everywhere.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Eric's head was pounding.

"Oh." He moaned and rolled over. "My first night in Ireland and I'm already having the worst hangover of my entire life." 

"Here, love." Corey's soft voice said. Eric looked up and saw two asprin in his hand. He took them gratefully and accepted the glass.

"This isn't gin, I pray?" Eric looked up over the glass. Corey smiled and shook his head.

"How are you not in pain right now?" Eric turned back to press his face into the pillow.

"Have you already forgotten? I'm Irish, Eric." He kissed his lovers head and stroked his hair.

"So I assume I lost?" 

"Oh yeah." Corey nodded and smiled.

"Oh no." Eric grumbled.

"If you don't want to, I won't." Corey blushed.

"You won the bet fair and square. Take me." Eric wiggled out of his boxers. Corey laughed.

"You're such a drama queen." Corey smiled and walked out of the room. Eric sat in bed for awhile longer before the smell of food drew him away from the warm comfort of his bed.

"Look who's back from the dead!" Keith shouted, as Eric walked back into the house, a glass of Guinness in his hand.

"Oh Jesus, it's like eight how are you already drinking? And no shouting." Eric waved his hand. The family laughed.

"Welcome to Ireland." Corey pushed Eric down into a chair.

"You put on quite the show last night, Eric." Imogen smiled.

"Oh god, what did I do?" Eric put a hand over his face.

"Take a look for yourself." Corey held out the digital camera.

"Jesus is that- Is that Keith?" Eric grabbed the camera and looked closer at the picture. He looked up at Keith who waved.

"Oh man, I am never drinking again." Eric laughed.

"You were really cute, all passed out on the bed and everything." Corey blushed.

"You will tell no one of this." Eric pointed a finger in Corey's face. Corey smiled and nodded, leaning his head on Eric's shoulder.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

It had been four days since they had arrived at Corey's old home. Corey spent most of his time with Eric and his siblings, drinking, or just lounging about.

"So, Eric. What do you do for a living?" Teddy bear asked.

"I'm a doctor." Eric smiled.

"Wow, thats impressive." Sharon smiled.

"And hot." Amanda winked at him. 

"Da." Corey glared at her, hugging Eric's arm.

"Sorry." She stood up and walked away. Eric chuckled. 

"So, a doctor. You have a big house?"

"Uh.."

"Mom!" Corey blushed.

"What? I just want to make sure you're well taken care of." She shrugged.

"I don't need someone to take care of me." Corey frowned.

"Yes, you do." Sharon, Eric, Keith, and Imogen all said at once. Corey sulked.

"I'm going upstairs." Corey sighed and walked up the steps.

"I'll go talk to him." Eric stood up and followed Corey up the stairs.

"Hey." He said, once he reached the bedroom where Corey was lying down.

"Hey." Eric laid down next to him, arm around his shoulders.

"You know we just care about you, we worry." Eric said.




Luck of the Irish Ch. 03



"I don't want them thinking that I'm still some helpless child." Corey said.

"We know that you're not." Eric hugged him.

"Then why does everyone treat me like one?" Corey frowned, pushing away Eric's arms and sitting on the edge of the bed. Eric sat up and looked at him silently for a minute.

"We don't." 

"You do from where I'm standing." Corey crossed his arms.

"Then maybe you should stand somewhere else. I have a free spot next to me." Eric whispered in his ear. Corey smiled and hugged his Master.

"I'd like that." Corey moved and their mouths came together. Eric kissed Corey roughly, nibbling at his lips. They rolled onto the bed until Eric was above Corey.

"Are you okay?" Eric asked.

"Yes." Corey whispered.

"If you want me to stop, at any time, just tell me, Corey."

"Okay." Corey seemed timid, but headstrong in what he wanted. Eric nipped at his neck and pulled the turtleneck over his head. Corey moaned as Eric attacked his nipples and he reached down for his cock. Corey groaned in frustration when Eric pushed his hand away.

"Eric please I-"

"Master." Eric said with full authority in his voice.

"Yes, Sir." Corey automatically knew his place and put his hands above his head, grabbing the smooth wood of the headboard.

"Good boy, I think you've earned a reward." Eric licked down his stomach and pulled down his briefs, exposing the hard aching erection. He licked at the head and Corey shuddered.

"Oh God." He gasped. He was panting and wiggling under Eric, which only made him hornier.

"So sexy." Eric muttered and ripped the briefs all the way off his legs.

"Those were your favorites." Corey muttered.

"We'll go shopping when we get home." Eric attacked his mouth so Corey couldn't speak anymore. He slipped his hand between Corey's legs and searched with his fingers to find his asshole. He found the tiny rosebud and pressed in with his middle finger.

"Oh God!" Corey cried out loudly. Eric covered Corey's mouth with his again, worried someone would hear them in the crowded house. He kissed Corey furiously while fingering his ass with the long digit. 

"More, please Master I need more." Corey begged. Eric lined up another finger with his hole and began pumping in and out. Corey shuddered again and wiggled his ass on Eric's fingers.

"So good..." Corey moaned. Eric pulled his fingers out and Corey nearly screamed in protest.

"Please, Master I-"

"Shhhh." Eric shushed him and stroked his hair. He pulled off his pants quickly, leaving Corey on the bed alone, trying so hard to obey his Master. He gripped the headboard so hard his knuckles were white. He wiggled his hips on the bed, trying to get some release. Eric stood naked and was about to climb back onto the bed when he froze, staring at the beautiful man.

"You're so gorgeous." He whispered. Corey opened his eyes and stared at his master with pleading, begging eyes. His lips were in a begging pout and he was panting softly.

"Come here." Eric dived down onto the bed again and kissed Corey passionately.

"Please, Master." Corey could hardly speak he was filled with so much want.

"I know Pet." Eric lined his cock up with Corey's tight hole. "Are you sure?" Eric asked one last time, praying that the answer was yes.

"Yes." Corey made solid eye contact with Eric and Eric saw the complete trust in Corey's eyes, the trust was what he craved most, it was why he was a Master. Eric pushed his swollen cock into Corey's tight tunnel. Corey moaned as Eric slid in. Eric worried that he was going to fast but Corey suddenly wiggled down so that Eric was all the way inside him.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, please Master please I need you!" Corey begged. 

"God you're so tight." Eric kissed his neck lovingly.

"You're so big. Please Master, make me yours." Corey begged. Eric began pumping in and out of his smaller lover, kissing and licking at all of his sensitive spots. He nibbled at his ears and lips, licking and sucking on his throat and shoulders. He placed his hands on top of Corey's on the headboard. He thrusted into Corey's tight opening until they were soon in the steady rhythm of sex. Corey moved his hips against Eric, pushing his cock into his ass as deep as it would go. He hungered for the warmth of the cum that would soon fill him.

"I can't last much longer, Master." Corey whimpered.

"Hold on, Corey. Wait for me pet." Eric was nearing climax. Corey cried out as he tried to keep from cumming. Eric was panting just as hard as Corey now and the room was filled with the smell of sex.

"Master..." Corey trailed off. "I can't..." He gasped as he felt his balls tighten.

"Cum for me pet." Eric thrusted into him once more and groaned loudly as he exploded deep inside Corey's ass. Corey whimpered and their chests were covered with Corey's own release. Eric grunted as he emptied the last of his cum into Corey's ass and collapsed above his lover. They panted and sat in the blissfulness of their orgasms. Corey felt Eric's large cock shrinking inside of him, and soon it slipped out of his hole. He grunted as Eric's cock slipped out and he felt a flow of cum spill from his ass. He wished it would have stayed in him, he liked the feeling of it inside. Eric pressed his fingers between Corey's ass cheeks and scooped up some of the still warm cum from Corey's sore hole. He brought his fingers up and Corey licked them clean, sucking on each digit lovingly until they were clear of any cum. Eric fed him a few more finger fulls before he kissed Corey lovingly.

"That was beautiful, Corey. Thank you." 

"I love you, Master."

"I love you too, Pet." Eric kissed his forehead. "Lets get some sleep, I don't think I could move even if I wanted to after that." Eric smiled. Corey curled up in Eric's arms.

"Hey Master." Corey said, after a minute had passed quietly.

"Yes?"

"What is your family like?" Corey asked.

"I don't have much family left pet." Eric said.

"What about that guy you told me about? Your last slave."

"I told you, he has a new Master now who doesn't want me to see him." 

"You're letting that stop you?"

"What would I need him for? He's happy where he is." Eric looked down at Corey, and kissed his temple softly. "And I'm happy where I am." He smiled. Corey smiled back and rested his head on Eric's chest again.

"Corey, what's up with Liam? I feel like I'm missing something every time he's in the room." Eric said. Corey was silent.

"Corey?"

"Liam and I don't really get along." Corey said softly.

"Why? What happened?"

"It was a long time ago, can we just go to sleep?" Corey asked, eyes already closed.

"Sure." Eric mumbled, rubbing Corey's back as they both fell asleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Corey ran down the stairs, Eric hot on his heels.

"Don't do it!" Corey shouted between laughs as he reached the steps and jumped over the couch. He turned so that the couch was between him and Eric, who had just reached the bottom of the steps.

"Come here." Eric curled his finger towards him.

"No way in hell." Corey said, Eric hardly understanding him through the accent.

"Damn that accent of yours is sexy." Corey turned around and wiggled his ass. Eric took the opportunity to jump over the couch. Corey squealed and ran out the front door, into the yard where the rest of his family was lounging about.

"Keith!" Corey shouted, hiding behind his big brother.

"Cheater." Eric stuck his tongue out.

"You trying to take advantage of my lil brother?" Keith asked, with a smile.

"I would say yes, but you're like four inches taller than me." Eric laughed. Keith smiled wider and walked away, leaving Corey vulnerable. Eric charged forward and wrapped his hands around Corey's waist.

"Ah! Traitor! My own brother!" He laughed as Eric dragged him down to the ground. Eric attacked his throat, nibbling at the tender flesh as Corey squirmed beneath him.

"Grrr! You wicked American!" Corey was laughing so hard he was crying, trying to wiggle away from Eric.

"Oh jeez. I can see so many wrong role playing fantasies you two do in bed now." Liann shook her head, covering her face with her hand.

"Oh you have NO idea." Eric winked. Corey pushed his face away with a hand.

"Shush you." He stood up and began dusting himself off when Eric pulled him back down into the dirt.

"Eric!" Corey laughed. A car pulled up and Liam stepped out. The joy of the day was gone and it was quite. Corey stood up silently, no longer playing, and dusted himself off. Liam glanced at them before carrying a brown paper bag into the house. Corey stepped back towards Eric, who was just standing up, away from from Liam. The door shut behind him and the rest of the family began talking again.

"What the hell was that about?" Eric asked Corey.

"Nothing, forget it." Corey shook his head, looking back towards the front door of the house.

"What's up with your brother Corey?" Eric followed Corey as he went to feed the small cluster of chickens.

"Nothing." Corey shrugged. Eric spun him around after he threw one handful of feed to the ground.

"Tell me." He said, making eye contact. Corey sighed and turned back towards the chickens.

"Liam has always been really...weird." Corey shrugged.

"Details?" Eric asked. "Everyone seems afraid of him." Eric followed Corey as he walked through a dirt path in the fields.

"They are....we are. Liam is just....Evil." Corey said simply.

"Evil? That's it?" Eric laughed.

"You don't understand, Eric. He's so...." Corey looked up to the house.

"Tell me then." Eric hugged him to his hide as they walked.

"When he was little, he used to kill animals." 

"That's gross, but not too weird, my own brother used to bring home dead squirrels." Eric shrugged. "They grow out of it."

"Well he didn't. And it wasn't squirrels. He would bring home sheep, lambs even. He would kill them for no reason, leave their bodies lying around. Or even put them in my bed to freak me out." Corey said.

"Okay, thats a little twisted... But it doesn't make him evil." Eric furrowed his brow and cringed at the thought.

"He used to hit my mom." Corey said.

"What?"

"You know how small she is, he's a lot bigger. Even if he's not as big as Keith, he's bigger than anyone else. He hit her so bad sometimes that she would have bruises or cuts. And if Keith wasn't around there was nothing any of us could do." Corey shrugged.

"Did you ever think to call the cops?" Eric asked like Corey was stupid.

"No shit, what were we supposed to say? 'Excuse me, po po, my son hits me.'?" Corey said sarcastically.

"Maybe not the po po part but..." Eric joked.

"We tried Eric, they wouldn't do anything. They just assumed Mom was a bad parent cause she couldn't control her kids." Corey shook his head.

"Okay, even still. Keith lives here so he cant do anything right?"

"He lives here because were worried if he leaves Liam will do something worse."

"Surely he wouldn't-"

"He was arrested for murder four years ago." Corey said. "He was only fourteen." 

"What?" 

"He was a minor, and they said it was self defense." Corey said.

"You don't think so?"

"I know it wasn't. I knew the guy he killed. It was his math teacher. He said he tried to rape him." Corey rolled his eyes. "He used to threaten me when we were younger. With knives and such, he even got his hands on a gun once. He never did anything, but the whole family is terrified of him." Corey explained.

"He what? I'll kill him." Eric was suddenly very serious and turned back towards the house.

"Eric, don't please." Corey pulled on his hand until he stopped. "It's been years since then, and Keith said he hasn't done anything in years, too." 

"Okay, so he's just a tad evil." Eric admitted. Corey pulled him back on their walk.

"Isn't there something you guys can do?" Eric asked.

"Mom said he's moving to Rome. After that Keith is moving out, he's going to college in America." Corey smiled. "He wants to be a doctor." 

"Wow, good for him." Eric smiled, glad to hear some good news.

"Yeah, I'm proud of him. And Liann and Amanda are going to stay here, but probably move out. Amanda has been dating this guy for awhile and wants to move in with him." Corey said.

"And Imogen?" Eric asked.

"I don't know... she's so.... Imogeny." Corey shrugged. Eric laughed and they reached the cliff side.

"You know we're going home in two days." Eric said.

"I know, and to be honest I'm glad." Corey said.

"Really? I was worried you wouldn't want to come back with me." Eric said honestly. Corey looked at him, grabbing his hand.

"Of course I do." Corey smiled. "I love my family, but you're my family too. Plus I can only handle so much of them at a time." Corey grimaced.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

"Mum, stop crying." Corey smiled weakly as his mother hugged him for the fourteenth time.

"You bring my son back to me soon, you hear me?!" She waved a finger at Eric.

"Yes, Ma'am." Eric saluted.

"And you take good care of yourself, you're too thin." She tugged on Corey's sweater.

"Mum, you're not Italian." She slapped him in the back of the head, making Eric chuckle.

"Don't laugh at your partner." She slapped Eric on the back of the head.

"Hey..." Eric pouted.

"It's official, you're part of the family." Liann hugged Eric and Corey.

"Uh, cool... I guess?" Eric frowned, and then broke into laughed before Keith picked him up and crushed him with a rib breaking hug.

"Oh jeez, big guy. Excuse me, Dr. Big-guy." Eric winked when Keith set him down. Keiths only response was tussling Eric's hair.

"You all come back soon, okay?" Teddy bear stood by his wife and waved.

"Bye." Corey waved. They climbed into the car and drove off, it was five minutes later when Corey started crying. Eric put a hand on his knee.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just gonna miss them." Corey smiled weakly.

"I know, maybe we can come back next year." Eric smiled.

"That would be nice.... or we could go visit your family." Corey hinted, wiping tears from his eyes.

"I told you, I don't have that much family left... and we don't get along." Eric said.

"You never said you didn't get along... I told you about my family..." Corey said the last part quietly. Eric sighed.

"My mother was abusive." Eric said. Corey looked up.

"What?"

"I had one brother, and he was never treated the way I was. My dad was a pussy and didn't do anything about it." Eric said. Corey stared ahead of him for a moment.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. Everything up until I was ten was great. A perfect happy family. Both my parents loved me, my brother and I got along. Took family trips to Disneyland and all that jazz. Then when I turned eleven something changed in her. She started using drugs, my dad started drinking more, my brother was fifteen and started getting more into kids his own age and didn't want to hang around with his younger brother. I was put into the foster system when I was sixteen. I only stayed there two years when I aged out of the system. I ended up on the streets, worked my way into college and made it to where I am today." Eric shrugged like it was no big deal. Corey stared blankly down into his lap. Eric glanced over at him.

"Corey?"

"I guess I just never really appreciated how great my family is... I'm sorry it was like that for you." Corey said.

"It's alright, my foster parents were nice. They were hippies, but nice." Eric laughed.

"What happened to your family?" Corey asked.

"My brother died a few years back in a car accident. We didn't hate each other. We were just never close after he kind of forgot about me when we were kids. I think he always felt guilty because he didn't stop what was happening, or even notice really. My mother overdosed the year before my brother died. The last time I talked to him was at her funeral. My father is still around somewhere. Last I heard he was still living in our old house and had given up drinking." Eric said. Corey nodded.

"Have you ever reached out to him?" 

"No." Eric said simply.

"Are you mad at him, for not helping you?" Eric was silent for a moment.

"I don't know... I don't think so." He sounded unsure.

"I think he punished himself enough for it." Eric decided. 

"That doesn't mean that you can't be mad at him." Corey said.

"I guess." Eric seemed to be thinking about something.

"What was your last slaves name?" Corey asked.

"Shawn."

"Do you think that you became a Master because of what happened when you were a kid?" Corey asked.

"What do you mean?" Eric glanced at him, with a furrowed brow.

"I just mean... maybe because you felt like you had no control over what happened to you, like others were controlling your life, you feel the need to control someone." Corey shrugged.

"Are you complaining?" Eric seemed annoyed.

"No, not at all." Corey said quickly. "I just mean...You became a doctor, where you control almost every aspect of your environment, and at home you choose what we eat and when, and what I wear, when we sleep, what we do in our free time...." Corey trailed off. Eric was silent.

"I didn't mean to upset you... I was just wondering...." Corey turned his eyes forward again.

"You didn't upset me... I never thought about it like that." Eric said. They were silent for a minute.

"Maybe when we get back, after Christmas, you could talk to Henstridge about what happened." Corey said.

"I think I'd like that." Eric smiled at Corey, who smiled back.

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"Merry Christmas, sweetheart." Eric kissed Corey firmly.

"Merry Christmas, Master." Corey hugged Eric tightly.

"I'm going to go up and shower, then we'll open the few presents we got." Eric kissed his temple and jogged upstairs. Corey waited until he heard water running to get moving. He pulled the coffee table into the left corner of the room. He pushed the couch back out of the way so the floor in front of the fireplace was open with the soft white carpet on the floor. He started the fire in the fireplace and ran to the closet underneath the stairs. He opened it and pulled out the small, fake Christmas tree he had bought before they had left. He dangled a few small ornaments from it and put on a small stream of lights. He set it on the table in the corner and turned it on, lighting up the otherwise dark room with the warmth of Christmas, and the heat of the fire.  

Corey heard the doorbell ring and he ran quickly to the door. The bored kid stood there with the box of pizza in his hand.

"Six eighteen." He sighed.

"Keep the change, Merry Christmas." Corey handed him a fifty. His eyes lit up and he smiled.

"Thanks!" He handed Corey the pizza and walked down the street. Corey smiled after him and heard the shower upstairs stop. He heard Eric jogging down the steps. He saw his Master appear with his hair wet and shining.

"Dominoes?" Corey held up the box. Eric looked around the room.

"Did you do all this?" Eric smiled. Corey nodded. Eric walked down the rest of the steps and kissed him.

"Merry Christmas, lover.'"Eric pulled him over to the fire by his waist. They sat, curled up in front of the fireplace with a half empty pizza box. They had opened presents and now sat in the warmth of each others arms, and the fire, with a glass of wine each and a slice of pizza.

"You know, I think this is the best Christmas I've ever had." Eric looked over at Corey.

"Me too. Merry Christmas, Master." Corey kissed him. They made out for awhile like horny teenagers before falling asleep on the soft carpet of the living room.

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Corey woke up. The flames in the fireplace had died down and his Master was lying on the floor, passed out in a wine and love induced stupor. Corey sat up and put his empty wine glass down, after it had been in his hand for the past few hours. He stretched and looked around, before kissing Eric and standing up. He walked upstairs and found Eric's laptop on the bed. He glanced down the steps before walking over to the bed. He opened the laptop and found the computer locked. He thought for a moment.




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He typed in a few words before he sat back on the bed and sighed.

"Password Password...." He mumbled. He looked down at the laptop and sat up again. He typed in 'Corey' quickly. The computer desktop opened.

"Romantic sap." Corey smiled. He opened up Eric's email. He scrolled through emails and found most of them work related or junk. He reached the end of the short list and found what he had been looking for:

Master,

I'm sorry I left so suddenly, and that we haven't gotten to talk since I left. But I thought you would want to know that I found someone. He's really nice and I think you would like him. But he's the jealous type, and doesn't want me talking to you... so I'm afraid this is the last you'll hear of me. But I want you to know that I'll never stop loving you. Take care of yourself and find someone new.

Shawn

Corey thought for a moment before opening up a new email and began typing.

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Cliffhanger!!! Don't hate me :) I have a surprise for you guys and the next thing I post will be the big surprise I've been talking about for the past couple of weeks ;)

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'll try to get Revolution done and what not. Also, I'll have two stories coming out for Christmas (I know long ways away but It's the most wonderful time of the year afterall, at least thats what I've heard, and thats when the Doctor Who Christmas specials come on which makes it the most wonderful in my book) Rate and Comment cause I love hearing from you guys! Thanks to my editor Gbc5452 cause he's fantastic when it comes to helping me with my stories and I would be nothing without him *bow down bow down* (that's right, bow to me, your editing God.)



Luck of the Irish Ch. 04



Okay, here's the last chapter. I finished it sooner than I thought, which is cool xD. I've gotten several emails (Most from my edittor) about some weird spacing issue going on and I have no clue what y'all are talking about. Let me know if it's the same in this chapter and I'll see if I can figure out what goes on.

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Corey sat in the living room nervously. His master was due home at any minute.

"So, how has Eric been doing?" Sean asked. He had arrive only half an hour after Corey's master had left for work and Corey had been getting to know him.

"He's good I guess, we took a vacation to Ireland. He wanted to meet my family." Corey smiled.

"Wow, he must really care a lot about you." Sean had a smile on his face like he knew what that was like.

"I think he does. What's your master like?"

"He's good, rough, but good. I love him more than anything." Sean laughed. Corey nodded, understanding.

"Thank you again for coming out here." Corey said.

"Of course, can I ask you something though?" Sean asked.

"Sure."

"Why did you email me?"

"Well...Master always seems so sad when he talks about you. I just wanted to give him some closure, you know? He's done so much for me..." Corey didn't know what else to say.

"I see, it sounds like you two really love each other." Sean didn't seemed bothered.

"We do." Corey nodded. The sound of a car pulling into the drive way came in through the window. "That's him." Corey stood up and waited by the door. Sean stayed where he was and waited. Eric came through the door way and began shrugging off his jacket.

"Welcome home, Master. How was your day?" Corey asked, he kissed Eric on the cheek and took his jacket.

"Good Pet, and yours?"

"Good...Master, there's someone here to see you." Corey said. He was now terrified, what had he done? Eric looked up, shocked.

"Who?" He scrunched his brow.

"Hi, Eric." Sean stood up from the couch. Corey's Masters face went white.

"Sean..." Eric looked shocked.

"How've you been?" Sean asked. It was weird seeing them together. A strange tension filled the room that Corey couldn't place, but something was nagging at the back of his neck.

"Alright...and you?" Eric's face had no expression, but he shifted back and forth on his feet nervously.

"Good." Sean put his drink down on the coffee table and slowly walked over to Eric.

"Your Pet here emailed me a few weeks ago," Sean said. "So we planned this little surprise." There was a strange gleam in Sean's eyes that Corey hadn't seen for the hour or so he had been there.

"Really..." Eric's voice cracked. Corey didn't like what was going on. He wanted to help Eric but instead he was acting like he was...almost scared.

"Yes, so lets catch up." Sean took Eric by the hand and brought him over to the table where Corey had made dinner for the three of them.

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Dinner was awkward to say the least. Corey seemed to fade into the background. Eric hadn't looked at him once since he had seen Sean, and Sean was completely fixed on Eric with that strange gleam in his eye. Corey made the guest bedroom up and said good night to Sean. He sat in their room with Eric, the silence cutting between them.

"Eric, is something wrong?" Corey asked carefully.

"Yes." Eric said simply. Corey's stomach churned.

"What is it? I just wanted to help I didn't mean to-"

"Shut up." Eric snapped. He didn't yell, it was the hush in his tone that froze Corey to the bone. Corey swallowed and his heart pounded in his chest. He felt like he was going to throw up.

"Master, I didn't mean for-"

"I said shut the hell up." Eric turned and looked at him with a glare that could freeze beer. Core flinched and the nausea got worse.

"Yes, Sir..." Corey whispered. He finished stripping to his briefs and climbed onto their bed.

"No." Eric said simply.

"Sir?"

"You're sleeping on the floor." He didn't even glance at Corey. Corey stared at him silently for a minute, was he serious?

"Sir, I-" Corey was cut off by a sharp slap to the face.

"Shut up, and get off the fucking bed." Eric's eyes were filled with so much anger Corey was truly afraid to go to sleep that night.

"Wait." Eric said. Corey looked up, hopeful. Eric reached for him and Corey's heart sped up. He was sure Eric was sorry.

Eric reached to caress his neck, or so Corey thought. Corey felt a painful jerk and Eric pulled away, his collar in his hand. He threw it in the trash. ~~~~~~~~~~

Corey didn't sleep at all. He dozed a little around three, but not long. He gave up at five and began making breakfast in the kitchen. He made Eric's favorite, praying his master would forgive him. He knew he probably overstepped his boundaries, but that look in Eric's eyes last night...it made him feel sick. He heard footsteps from upstairs and a minute later Eric sat down at the table. He didn't say a word, only opened the paper and began reading. Corey sighed, hopefully he wasn't as mad as last night at least. He put the plate of Eggs Benedict down in front of Eric.

"I made your favorite..." Corey smiled, Eric still didn't look up. Corey swallowed and poured him his cup of coffee, making it the way he liked it.

"Morning." Sean bounded down the stairs, well rested unlike Corey.

"Good morning." Eric said. That hurt Corey more than anything.

"Morning..." Corey whispered, and held his stomach as if Eric had punched him. He turned around to get Sean his own plate and tried to hold back the tears, but was obviously failing. He put the plate down in front of Sean and hurried upstairs before he broke out in sobs in front of their guest. He shut the door to their room behind him and slid down it, sobbing. He had never seen Eric this mad, ever. He stayed in their room for a long time. By the time he went downstairs, both of the men were gone. Corey grabbed his cellphone and sent a text to Eric:

Corey: where did u go?

Eric: out.

Corey: is Sean with u?

Eric: yes.

Corey set his phone down and sighed, what could he do to get his Master to forgive him?

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Sean had planned to stay a week. Three days in and Corey was feeling the worse he had ever felt in his life. Eric still hadn't spoken more than a few words at a time to him. His back hurt from sleeping on the floor and he craved the touch of his Master, even if it was one in anger. Eric being furious with him was better than this. He tried everything, he made his favorite foods, made sure the house was spotless, tried to talk to him, even tried to seduce him. They were getting ready for bed on the third day since Sean had arrived, and Corey was still getting the silent treatment.

"Master, I've told you how sorry I am. Please, just talk to me. Say anything, yell at me, hit me I don't care just...just do something!" Corey felt hot tears trickle down his face.

"You had no right." Eric said coldly.

"I know, I know. You can't understand how sorry I am. I wasn't thinking! I just wanted to help you! You've done so much for me and I just...I don't know!" Corey sat on the bed, Eric still facing away from him.

"You don't know what's happened between us, in the past. You don't know how I feel about him. You can't just assume that I would be glad to see him." Eric glared at Corey.

"I understand. You have every right to be mad at me." Corey said.

"I'm not just mad Corey, I'm furious." Eric said his name with so much bite that Corey felt like he was going to throw up again. His stomach flopped and twisted itself in knots.

"Yes, Sir.." Corey didn't know what else to say.

"When Sean leaves, I want you to pack your things and go." Eric didn't look at him. Corey's head snapped up and his eyes were wide.

"No...Please, Master please I'll do anything." Corey crawled across the bed to him and put his hands on his shoulders.

"You won't change my mind." Eric said coldly.

"No, please..." Corey cried. "Don't leave me, Eric please! I love you so much... I don't have anywhere to go! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me please!" Corey tugged at his shirt and his tears fell on his shoulders. Eric turned around, grabbing his hands, he pushed Corey away from him. Corey sat back where Eric had pushed him and cried. Eric sat on the bed silently while Corey cried his heart out.

He'd ruined it. Eric was the best thing that had ever happened to Corey and he had thrown it away. He had thrown it all away...

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Corey sat on the couch quietly.

"You seem sad Corey, do you want to talk about something?" Henstridge asked, worried.

"I don't think Eric loves me anymore." Corey whispered.

"Why do you think that?" Henstridge clicked the pen she held in her hand, and scribbled something down on the notepad in front of her.

"He told me I have to move out." Corey's voice cracked. He hadn't slept well last night and was running on empty. His back was stiff and aching and his heart was broken. Henstridge seemed shocked by his statement.

"Why? What happened?" Henstridge asked.

"I emailed his old slave...Sean...Eric always seemed troubled and sad about him leaving. I wanted to give him some closure." Corey said.

"And I'm sure Eric didn't see it that way?" Corey shook his head sadly.

"He'll get over it, Corey. He's just mad. How long ago was this?" Henstridge asked.

"Four days ago." Corey said. Henstridge looked surprise.

"He's not as mad as he was the first day though, right?" Henstridge asked. Corey shook his head and she smiled.

"See, it will get better."

"He's even more mad now than he was the first day." A tear fell from Corey's eye. Henstridge sighed. They were quiet for a long time.

"It's not the end of the world, Corey. There are other fish in the sea." She said.

"I don't want someone else. I love Eric...I just made a mistake..." Corey sobbed. It seemed he had been doing more crying in these four days than he had in a lifetime. "It was just a mistake..." Corey sobbed so hard he thought he was going to pass out. Henstridge was at a loss.

"Corey, Eric loves you. I'm sure of that. When I'm watching you two together here during sessions...He looks at you like you're the most sacred thing in the world." Henstridge said.

"Not anymore." Corey said. "He hit me...He's never hit me." Corey looked up at Henstridge and she saw the despair in his eyes.

"He hit you? When?"

"The night after Sean got there." Corey said.

"I could never see Eric hitting anyone, he's always so level headed." Henstridge seemed shocked.

"He won't let me sleep with him either. He's making me sleep on the floor. He won't even touch me."

"It will get better, Corey. Things will work out. Come see me next week and I'm sure things will be much better." Henstridge said. Corey prayed with his entire being that she was right but something told him she was wrong.

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Eric didn't come downstairs for dinner. Corey dished him up a plate and walked upstairs. He went to open the door and thought better of it. He sighed and knocked on the door softly.

"Come in." Eric said. Corey opened the door and stepped inside. Eric looked up and a strange look crossed his face. He sighed and went back to what he was doing.

"I brought you dinner." Corey said softly. He held out the plate and Eric took it.

"Thank you." He said. Though the cold tone was still in his voice, it was defrosting some.

"Master...I'm so sorry." Corey said. It was a quiet whisper but Eric could hear it.

"I know you are." Eric said. "I had no right to hit you." Eric didn't look up.

"I know why you did. I'm not angry..." Corey said. Eric still wasn't touching his food.

"You should eat, I haven't seen you eat all day..." Corey said, he knew he was still treading on broken ground.

"I'm not really hungry." Eric said.

"Okay...I'll leave it covered in the fridge...if you get hungry..." Corey trailed off.

"Alright." Eric still didn't make eye contact. Corey picked up the plate, and shut the door behind him.

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Finally, he was gone.

Corey had expected something totally different then how the situation played out. Sean had left that afternoon before Eric had gotten home from work. Corey scrubbed the house clean. He changed the sheets on all the beds, vacuumed, dusted, showered, and made Eric's favorite meal. This was also the day he was supposed to move out. The thought of leaving his Master made his stomach churn. He prayed for the hundredth time that day that Eric would forgive him, or forget what he said, or do anything to let him stay.

He heard the door open and shut and rushed to take Eric's jacket.

"Welcome home, Master. How was your day?" Corey took his jacket and hung it up.

"Okay, I guess. Where's Sean?" He looked around the house.

"He left. He had to get home..." Corey said. Eric turned around suddenly.

"Really?" His eyes lit up.

"Uh...yeah. He told me to tell you to say goodbye." Eric sighed with a small smile on his face.

"I'm going to go shower, is dinner ready?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, I'll be down in twenty minutes." Eric jogged up the stairs, he seemed more upbeat than he had in days.

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When Eric had come down for dinner, they ate in silence.

"Sir..." Corey said so quietly he hoped his Master hadn't heard him.

"Yes?" Eric said, taking another bite of steak.

"Do you still want me to move out?" Corey said, even more quietly. Eric was silent for a long time.

"No." He said. Corey sobbed with relief. He cried as quietly as he could. Eric looked up and walked over to Corey's side of the table, hugging him to his stomach. Corey turned and sobbed into the soft material of his shirt and wrapped his hands around Eric's hips while Eric stroked his hair. Corey cried so hard he began choking, trying to take in air.

"Calm down, Corey. Breathe." Corey gasped for air and his sobs began slowing. Eric shushed him gently and waited for the sobs to stop. Corey wiped his eyes across his sleeve and sniffed. Eric knelled next to him.

"I'm sorry about what I said. I was just stressed and angry. Seeing Sean brought back a lot of painful memories." Eric said.

"I don't understand, whenever you would talk about him you sounded so happy..." Corey rested his head on his shoulder.

"I....I lied to you Corey." Eric's voice cracked.

"What?"

"I wasn't his Master..." Eric whispered, so quietly that Corey almost couldn't hear him.

"Then-"

"He was mine." Eric said. Corey froze and stared at him. Eric stared down at the ground coldly and didn't look up.

"You always wondered why I chose to save you from John....It was because I knew what you had gone through. He was abusive. He didn't leave me. I forced him to go. I told him I would call the cops if he stayed." Eric said.

"Why did you let him stay?"

"I just froze... it was like I went back in time. I was scared of him" Eric said.

"Master..." Corey didn't know what to say. He placed a hand on Eric's head and stroked his hair. He felt hot tears drip onto his jean clad legs, and reached his other hand up to touch his face. He was crying, but the tears hadn't dripped yet. Corey saw the tears spill from Eric's eyes and onto his jeans. He hated seeing his Master cry.

"Master, please don't cry..." Corey slid off his chair so that they were both kneeling on the floor.

"I'm sorry for lying to you." Eric sobbed. Corey's own tears were falling now and the couple clung to each other, each one craving the touch of the other. Corey pulled Eric up and they walked to the bedroom. They fell on the bed and Corey gently kissed and nipped at his mouth and throat.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" Corey asked.

"After he left. I promised myself I wouldn't ever...I wouldn't be..." Eric was to embarrassed to continue.

"To see you vulnerable?" Corey asked. Eric nodded, his head down.

"Master..." Corey thought a moment. "Eric, that's part of what makes our relationship special. Don't you think that every time I call you Master, or cook your dinner, or take your coat, or make love with you, that I put my complete trust in your hands?" Corey asked, raising Eric's head.

"Our relationship is one of trust, Master. I trust you with everything I have. I need you to do the same." Corey held both of Eric's hands. Their faces were close enough to kiss and Eric placed his head on Corey's shoulder.

"I don't know how...I don't know if I can." Eric cried into Corey's shoulder.

"I can show you. If you want me too." Corey stroked his hair and the back of his neck. It was strange, the way they switch their roles, but Corey wanted to show Eric so bad that they could trust each other with anything.

"I want to...I'm just..." Eric's voice cracked.

"It's okay to be scared." Corey whispered in his ear. His words sent shivers up Eric's spine. Corey nibbled at his ear and laid him back on the bed.

"Do you want this?" Corey asked, he lie on top of Eric, his knee spreading his legs apart.

"Yes..." Eric's voice cracked again.

"Are you sure?" Corey asked.

"Yes." Eric said, this time his voice not breaking with uncertainty. Without a word, he kissed down Eric's neck. He unbuttoned his shirt as he went and soon Eric's bare chest was at his mercy. Corey moved and sucked one of his pink nipples into his mouth and teased the other with his fingers. Eric groaned and arched his back, before swallowing and laying back down with a blush.

"It's okay." Corey kissed his hip as he unbuttoned his pants. Eric moaned as Corey pulled his underwear down slowly with his teeth. His cock sprang forth, hard as a rock, and Corey took it in his mouth. He sucked Eric hard until he came quickly. Eric grunted as his release filled Corey's mouth. He panted softly as Corey climbed up his body. He kissed Eric as he unbuttoned his own pants.

"You have to trust me okay?" Corey said softly. Eric nodded. Corey climbed farther up his chest until his hard cock was at his mouth. Eric swallowed hesitantly, before sucking Corey's smaller cock into his mouth. He sucked and licked at Corey's cock. Corey moaned and placed a firm hand on the back of his head. Eric could have pulled away if he needed to, but he didn't.

"I'm gonna cum." Corey moaned. Eric continued sucking until Corey threw his head back and filled his mouth with his salty seed. Eric swallowed it all until Corey was dry, for the moment anyways. Corey slid back down his body and kissed Eric.

"It's a good start, Pet." Corey winked at Eric, who gave a small chuckle.

"Just one more thing..." Corey kissed his throat lovingly. Eric swallowed.

"I haven't had anyone since he-"

"You have to trust me, Eric. You know I would never hurt you." Corey kissed his cheek. Eric swallowed again and nodded.

"I trust you." He whispered. Corey rose up on his knee's and pulled Eric's jeans and underwear past his ankles. He pushed his legs up towards his chest and exposed his pink hole. Eric panted with nervousness and was on the verge of hyperventilating.

"Eric, calm down." Corey kept his legs where they were, but leaned forward to kiss him. "You're okay." He cooed in his ear. Eric's breathing slowed back to normal as Corey soothed him with his words. "Are you okay?" Corey asked, once his breathing had slowed. Eric nodded.

"Do you still want this?" Corey asked. Eric nodded again.

"I need to hear you say it, Eric." Corey kissed behind his ear tenderly.

"I want this." Eric said.

"Say it." Corey repeated.

"I want you to take me." Eric looked him in the eye and saw the love that was there. Corey reached for a tube of lube and squirted a fair amount on his finger. He lined it up with Eric's tiny pucker and slid it in slowly. Eric moaned as the digit plunged in. Corey pumped it in and out before adding a second one, and then a third one. Finally, he pulled out his fingers and lined up his cock, pushing until the head popped in suddenly. Eric hissed as Corey sunk in. Both moaning between tender kisses and feeling each other in the new positions. Eric grunted as Corey began pumping in and out of his tight ass and the couple soon began falling into the steady rhythm of fucking. Eric's legs got tighter around Corey's shoulders and he opened his ass to his lover.




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"I didn't know it could feel like this..." Eric moaned. Corey kissed him and Eric grabbed the sheets in pleasure. "Oh god!" Eric tensed, cum began shooting from his cock. As he tensed Corey saw each of his ab muscles and had to keep from drooling at his Master's beautiful body. The look of trust and pleasure on his Master's face sent him over the edge. Corey moaned as he released his seed into his Masters ass.

The couple panted as they came down from their release and Corey rolled over. Eric paused for a second before rolling over and letting his head rest on Corey's chest. Corey smiled and stroked his hair.

"I love you." Corey said.

"I love you, too." Eric smiled. The couple sighed and fell asleep in each others arms.

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"Morning." Corey smiled.

"Morning." Eric said, still on Corey's smooth chest.

"About last night...Thank you." Eric smiled.

"You're welcome. And about emailing Sean...I'm sorry." Corey said again.

"You're forgiven, and right. I should have told you what happened."

'Did you ever...See anyone about what happened?" Corey asked.

"No. I never could bring myself to do it," Eric said. "Too ashamed."

"It's nothing to be ashamed about, Eric. Do you think I'm weak?"

"Of course not." Eric said, surprised.

"Then neither are you. Anyone can end up in an abusive relationship." Corey said. Eric sighed.

"You could talk to Henstridge about it..." Corey suggested.

"Did it help you?" Eric swallowed, still somewhat uncomfortable talking about what had happened to him.

"It did, a lot. So did having someone who loves me." Corey rubbed Eric's back. Eric sat up and kissed him.

"Last night counted as your reward for winning that bet by the way."

"What?!" Corey sat up as Eric ran towards the bathroom. "It does not! That's not fair! That was totally different!" Corey chased after Eric who was warming up the shower. He tackled his lover and they fell against the wall. Eric kissed Corey lovingly, before they both climbed into the shower.

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Eric had seemed weird the next couple of days. Not that he was angry at Corey. But that he seemed bothered by something.

"What's wrong, Master?" Corey asked.

"It's nothing, Pet." Eric dismissed him with a smile.

"Remember that conversation we had a few days ago?" Corey asked. Eric sighed and put down the pen he was writing with.

"I know, I know." He rubbed his temples.

"What's wrong, Master?" Corey sat down.

"I....I feel." Eric shifted in his seat. "I feel like less of a man." He said.

"Why, because I got to fuck you?" Corey smiled.

"No. I don't know. Just with everything that's been going on, all these old feelings coming forward."

"You should really go see Henstridge with me today," Corey said. "It will probably help you feel better."

"Maybe I will...You wouldn't mind?"

"No, I like having you there," Corey smiled. "Especially if it helps you." Corey set his head on Eric's chest.

"I don't say often enough how glad I am we met." Eric kissed his forehead.

"But I know you are." Corey gave him a large smile.

"I also don't say enough how glad I am you have that sexy ass accent." Eric pinned Corey against a wall.

"You like my accent, then?" Corey smiled, making his accent thicker than usual.

"Oh yeah." Eric moaned and kissed him.

"We can't be gettin' in'ta tha... We need ta be leavin' in five minutes to make it ta' the doc's." Corey laughed as Eric nibbled his neck.

"I can finish in five minutes." Eric shrugged.

"That not exactly be an achievement, Master." Corey smiled. Eric slapped his ass.

"Smart ass." He laughed, and shoved him out the door.

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Henstridge had wanted to have a session alone with Eric. Which was fine with Corey, he just wanted Eric to feel better. He sat in the hospital cafeteria with a black cup of coffee in front of him.

"Hey, look who it is." Nikolai sat down at the table across from Corey. "How's it been?"

"Hey, how are you?" Corey smiled.

"Good, good." Nikolai sat back with his own cup of coffee, he smelled it before grimacing and tossing it in the garbage a few feet away. "Man, that shit's nasty. Oh hey! Good news..." NIkolai held out his hand, showing a gleaming ring. "I'm engaged."

"Congrats!" Corey examined the ring carefully. "It's beautiful."

"Thanks... I'm so excited..." Nikolai smiled. "What about you? Has he hinted to you at all that he wants to pop the big question?" Nikolai leaned back and put his feet on the table, receiving glares from many nurses.

"I don't know, we've been going through a rough patch right now."

"Uh oh...Trouble in paradise?" Nikolai frowned.

"Yeah, but we're getting through it." Corey smiled.

"That's good to hear, you guys will be fine. There's definitely love going on there." Nikolai smiled.

"Thanks." Corey smiled. Eric walked into the cafeteria and kissed Corey on the temple.

"You weren't drinking the coffee, were you? That shit is nasty." Eric scowled at the liquid."

"See? I'm not making it up. Like devil's piss, that's what comes out of this place's coffee pots." Nikolai said nodding his head at Eric and making Corey laugh.

"We were just talking. No 'devil's piss' was consumed on my part." Corey smiled.

"Come on, lets go get something for lunch." Eric smiled.

"Sure. I'll see you later, Nikolai. And congrats again on the engagement." Corey smiled.

"See ya!" Nikolai waved, before going off to complain about the coffee.

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Did it help any?" Corey asked.

"Yeah, a little. Thank you for making me go." Eric smiled.

"I just want you to be happy, Master." Corey said.

"We have something at home for lunch, don't we?" Eric asked.

"Yeah...I'm sure I could whip up something." Corey shrugged.

"Good, lets go home."

"Why, Sir?" Corey frowned, it would be so much easier to just go out to lunch, he hadn't gone shopping in awhile.

"Because, I need you." Eric said simply.

"What do you mean you-"

Eric suddenly pulled over the car. He leaned over and began ravishing Corey's mouth. Corey moaned and let Eric's tongue dominate his own. When Eric finally pulled away, and put the car in gear again, Corey was left panting and moaning with need. He sat in the passengers seat, cock erect and squirming. Eric pulled in quickly and yanked the key out of the ignition before picking Corey up and wrapping the Irishman's legs around his waist. Eric walked blindly, almost tripping over the step that led to their door. He ravaged Corey's mouth and when he yanked the door open, he slammed it shut and carried him upstairs.

"Lunch..." Corey moaned.

"Later." Eric moaned between kisses. He reached the bedroom and tossed Corey onto the bed, before following him down. Eric grabbed his silky blue button down shirt and tore it in half, breaking off half the buttons.

"Eric-" Corey was shocked.

"Please...I need this." Eric looked up and Corey saw tears in his eyes. "I need this so bad." Corey stared at him silently and nodded. Eric ripped the shirt the rest of the way off his body. The strength and ferocity Eric showed made Corey hotter than he had ever felt. He was on the verge of acting like John. But for some reason, that didn't scare Corey. He knew Eric was always in control. Eric slid down his body and did the same to his pants. He unbuttoned them as fast as he could and tore them off his body. He bit down on one of Corey's pink nipples. Corey moaned and cried out in pain and pleasure.

Eric moved further down his body and sucked his shaved balls into his mouth. He bit down very softly, cause Corey to shiver with pain and pleasure again. Corey didn't resist, he trusted Eric with everything.

"Master..." Eric flipped Corey onto his stomach and attacked his ass with his tongue and lips. Corey moaned and Eric began tongue fucking him quickly. Corey grasped at the sheet's in orgasmic bliss as his body gave in to Eric's action and spilled his cum over the sheets. Eric spit on Corey's ass, making sure he was well lubed up. He yanked down his own jeans and underwear, and lined up his swollen cock with Corey's tight hole. He pressed in quickly and Corey grunted as he was filled suddenly with Eric's swollen cock. He shivered and groaned as Eric filled him more and more. Soon, Eric bottomed out and bit into Corey's shoulder.

Corey couldn't help moaning as Eric began pumping in and out. Eric didn't pause to let him adjust, just took him. Corey loved the mix of pain and pleasure in the coupling. Corey's ass felt raw, but more than anything he wanted Eric to never stop. Eric grunted and filled his ass with liquid hot cum in a matter of minutes. Corey moaned as he felt it trickle out of his sore ass and the feeling of Eric's cock stuffing him, and his cum filling his ass brought him over the edge again. Corey cried out as his cock twitched and his balls tensed in orgasm again. He collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. Eric collapsed on top of him and his cock slid out of Corey's ass slowly.

"Are you okay?" Eric said between pants.

"Yes...Master." Corey said, deep breaths separating his words.

"I'm sorry, Corey." Eric said.

"It's...okay...I'm fine...Master." Corey smiled into the sheets.

"I just-"

"I know." Corey said. He turned around, underneath Eric, so that they were facing each other. Corey knew that Eric had to do anything he could to feel like a man again. He had to feel like the dominant one. He had to be in control. Their breathing slowed and they sat in bed quietly, staring into each others eyes.

"Marry me." Eric said.

"What?!" Corey's eyes got wide.

"Marry me, Corey. I don't just want you to do my cooking, cleaning, and to keep my bed warm at night. I want you forever. For everything. I want to wake up and watch you put your wedding ring on. I want to write our own vows, I want to have a cheesy wedding with our song playing."

"We don't have a song, Eric."

"Then lets get a fucking song. I want it all with you Corey. I want it all with you forever." Eric smiled, putting his forehead to Corey's

"Okay." Corey said, unsure of what his mouth was saying.

"Okay?"

"Yes...Yes I want to marry you." Corey smiled. Eric beamed and the couple kissed. Eric hugged Corey to his chest and they snuggled together tightly.

"I love you, so much Corey. You're my life, you know." Eric said.

"I love you, too. I don't even want to think about where my life would have gone if you hadn't saved me..."

"Don't think about that. What's important is what did happen. We're together now. That's all that matters." Eric curled up with Corey. Eric's head rested on his chest and his left hand was placed over Corey's right shoulder. Corey burrowed himself in Eric's warm embrace. He thread his fingers through Eric's hair and the couple smiled softly. This was where they both wanted to be. This is where they belonged, in each others arms. Forever.



Epilogue

"You may now kiss your partner." The minister said. The Crowd cheered as Eric took Corey in a kiss.

They had their wedding in Ireland. On one of the rolling green hills that was near Corey's family's land. The wedding was small, only family and friends, but elegant. Corey wore a black tux with a delicate white flower on his chest. And Eric wore a nearly identical suit, with a red flower. Corey rested his head on Eric's chest as they danced. They swayed to their song (Eric had begged for 'Just the way you are' by Billy Joel. Corey, with a laugh and a sigh, had agreed.) and Eric whispered into his ear.

"Did you ever picture us here?" He asked. Corey held his hand up behind Eric's back, looking at his gleaming ring.

"No. But I'm so glad we got here." Corey smiled and inhaled Eric's scent.

"Me too." Eric smiled into Corey's hair.

The wedding was over all to quickly and Corey and Eric hopped on the plane heading towards Italy for their honeymoon.

"I love you." Eric kissed Corey again.

"I love you, too." Corey hugged Eric. Eric dug through a bag and pulled something out.

"Come here." Eric smiled. Corey leaned in to his open arms and felt a snap around his neck. He put a hand up and felt the familiar presence of his collar. He beamed and grabbed Eric in a huge hug.

"Thank you, Master."

"You're welcome, Pet."