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“We shall see.”

Chapter 10
‘master’

The tense silence of the room, after Yue murmured those three words, was finally broken by a light knocking on the door. He relaxed and returned to his chair, the unreadable and rather disturbing look in his eyes gone.
“Enter.”
That blonde man that Touya had already taken an intense disliking to opened the door and stepped in, gaze roving rather perceptively over the room and then Touya. He smirked and Touya fought back the rush of humiliation and shame, struggling to keep his chin high.
“My lord,” the blonde greeted unctuously. “Is he ready?”
As if he couldn’t answer for himself. Yue nodded but Touya didn’t move, holding out his chained wrists expectantly.
“Ralen will remove them when you’ve arrived,” Yue said in answer to his unspoken demand, “and replace them when you have finished.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Return him to my chambers afterward, Ralen.” The blonde looked faintly surprised, but nodded compliantly. “Don’t hesitate to contact me if he’s any trouble,” Yue continued, icy stare directed right at Touya, “and the privelege will be revoked.”
Touya met him stare for stare, seething quietly. Never in his life had he considered time with his sister to be ‘a privelege’, but it was obvious Yue saw things differently. And the horrible truth was that he was right; it would only take a word on his part to cut her off from Touya indefinitely. It became horrifyingly clear to the captive right then just what a fine line he was walking, but that didn’t lessen the fury in his glare. In fact, it probably made it worse.
“You are dismissed,” Yue prompted, a glint of amusement in his eyes. No doubt he’d read much of Touya’s thoughts in his glare, and he contented himself with one last dark look before turning and striding out the door. Or as much of a stride as he could manage with the chains linking his ankles, anyway.
Ralen shut the door behind him and fell in just a step behind, almost audibly smirking.
“Lord Yue seems to have taken to you; what an interesting twist. Not what you had in mind when you tried to steal his slave, is it?”
Touya snarled and raised his fists unconsciously, but Ralen wagged a finger. “Uh-uh-uh, on your best behavior, remember? I only have to press this -” He revealed a silver band under his sleeve, set with a blue gemstone. “- and the lord will be here faster than you could put one foot in front of the other. It’s rather frightening when he becomes really angry… and you haven’t seen him become really angry.”
With an effort Touya smothered the impulse to knock the man’s front teeth out. Right now Sakura was more important, it had been a full day since they’d seen each other and she had no idea what happened to him. Nor would she ever get an idea, if he had anything to say about it.
So he allowed Ralen to direct him down a couple flights of stairs and through an extravagant hallway, finally stopping outside a carved wooden door. Abstract flowers and butterflies had been carved into its surface, which seemed to Touya at odds with Yue’s ice-cold demeanor. Was this castle his design?
“Sit.”
He was not a dog. But he did sit on the floor, and Ralen unlocked his ankle cuffs and stepped back when he stood up, watching him warily for any attempt at escape. But there was a labyrinth of castle halls between here and the exit, and Touya knew the guard outside would be patrolling. Anyway he was too busy getting control over himself, subduing the chaos of hatred and fear and disgust that Yue had stirred up and doing his best to erase the whole experience from his mind. Sakura couldn’t guess, he had to be strong for her. He wouldn’t let her see him be afraid.
Ralen removed the wrist cuffs and turned a key in the door’s lock, pulling it open with an overly polite flourish.
“In you go.”
Touya was too distracted to glare at him properly. Stealing a moment for one last deep breath, he stepped through the doorway and into the room. The door hadn’t even shut behind him when he heard a familiar shriek of delight, and then Sakura leapt on him with such force that he almost fell over.
“Onii-CHAN!!!!”
He grunted and bent his knees slightly to stay upright but she took no notice, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his chest.
“I waited and waited all day and nobody would tell me anything about you and I was so worried…” She hiccuped with a small sob and automatically Touya wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. He almost broke down right then and started crying with her, it was such a relief to hold her again, but somehow he managed to stay strong.
“Hey,” he said gently, “hey, no more crying. It’s all right now, everything’s going to be fine.” Over her hair he spotted a burgundy sofa and made his way to it, settling himself on the cushions with Sakura in his lap. She sniffled and looked up, and inwardly he winced at the flash of hope in her eyes.
“We can go home?”
“Ah…” Touya’s voice faltered and he had to clear his throat. “No, Sakura, I’m sorry. We can’t go home. I- I asked Yue, but he paid a lot of money for you and he wants you to stay here.”
“Oh.” Her face fell, a wrenching sight, and he hurried to finish before she could ask the question.
“But it’s okay. We talked… and he’s going to let me stay here too. So we can still be together.”
She brightened a little. “Really? You’re going to stay here too?”
“Sure. I’m just going to… work for him, some.”
“That’s wonderful!” Sakura beamed and attacked him with another hug, entirely innocent and unsuspecting. Touya relaxed in her embrace and returned it, soaking up her closeness and wishing it could last forever. It was worth it, all of it was worth it and he didn’t care what he had to do. For now, at least, she was safe.
“And Sakura, nobody is allowed to touch you while you’re here. So if anyone does, you tell me and I’ll hit ‘em.”
She half-giggled, half-sighed into his shirt. “Even Yue?”
“Even Yue.”
It was not so very different from the sort of threats he used to make on her callers, back in the village, and she straightened with a wry smile. “It’s sad that we can’t go back home. But I know you tried your best. Maybe one day, Yue will change his mind.”
Touya could not look into her eyes. “Maybe.”
“Are you hungry? You should eat.” Sakura gestured to the second tray, loaded down with aromatic dishes, and Touya’s stomach convulsed with nausea. Vivid memories shot through his mind and with difficulty he kept from gagging.
“Already ate.”
“What?”
“I’m not very hungry right now,” he said a little more loudly, “do you want it?”
“Mm-mm, I’m full. They have really delicious food here, Onii-chan. Maybe living here won’t be so bad.”
He hugged her again, quickly, resting his chin atop her head so she couldn’t see his face. It was a favorite position of theirs and she didn’t question it, settling herself against his chest with a comfortable sigh.
“I hope not.”

There really wasn’t much to talk about, after that, and Touya was exhausted after a night of little sleep in the dungeons. Here on the sofa with Sakura curled up on his lap, he fell into a light doze, lulled by the peace and quiet of the room. Both jumped slightly when Ralen turned the key and opened the door.
“Bedtime,” he announced, with a malicious smirk thrown right at Touya. Disoriented, Touya blinked away the drowsiness and all the awful truth of his situation came rushing back. Reflexively he clutched at Sakura. Their time couldn’t be over already!
“I’m sure he’s waiting…” Ralen drawled, and Touya almost shoved Sakura off his lap in his haste to stand up. A little bewildered at the rapid change, she turned her perplexed and innocent gaze up to her brother’s face.
“Who? What?”
“Nothing,” Touya mumbled quickly, “it’s just time to go to bed. I’m sleepy. Aren’t you sleepy?”
“I suppose a little...” She stood up and Ralen shook his head.
“No, you first.” He pointed first at Touya and then Sakura. “I’ll be back for you.”
She ducked her head and sank back down into the cushions, and miserably Touya watched her hug her arms to her waist. She looked so little and frail without him to cling to, and he didn’t want to leave her alone in this horrible castle.
Knock him out. Take her, run, escape.
The dangerous thoughts whirled through his mind, but there were so many ways it could go wrong. He could miss, and Ralen would summon Yue. They could run and get lost, until Yue or one of his servants finally found them. They could run and find an exit, only to meet Yue or one of his guard in the courtyard. They could escape the castle entirely and still be on their own in dark and unfamiliar woods with Yue searching for them. And in every one of the sure-to-fail scenarios it was his sister who would suffer, since Touya didn’t doubt Yue would break their deal. He wasn’t going to risk Sakura’s safety now.
“I’m sorry, Sakura,” he murmured, trying to keep his voice soft enough that Ralen wouldn’t hear. He knelt before her and rubbed her arms lightly under his palms. “Don’t be scared, I promise you’ll be fine. And I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
She managed a wan smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes, and Ralen cleared his throat impatiently. Touya reached forward and squeezed her in another fierce hug, then drew back enough to drop a kiss on her forehead. Their nighttime ritual, though this was the first night she’d ever been awake to witness it.
He jumped to his feet and walked away before he lost control, unable to look at her face one moment longer. He strode right past Ralen without looking up or slowing down.
“Stop right there,” the blonde ordered crisply, “or I will call him.” Touya stopped but he didn’t turn around or speak, waiting for the sound of the closing door. Close it, don’t say anything, just please don’t let her hear.
The door closed, the key turned again in its lock, and Touya relaxed.
“Sit.” He dropped to the floor, staring dully at the marble while Ralen latched the manacles on again. “Hands.” Touya stood and held out his arms, still not looking up. “Mm-mmm, a little lap-cuddling and a kiss too, you sure do enjoy your sister’s company, don’t you?”
What? Touya looked up blankly and was treated to the sight of Ralen running his tongue over his teeth.
“Course, with a face like that I hardly blame you. Teach her to do any favors for you?”
Understanding, followed by horrified disgust and then anger, shot through Touya. Before he even realized he’d moved his fists curled into Ralen’s shirt and shoved, throwing him right back into the wall.
“Don’t you ever say that again,” Touya threatened, voice almost shaking in rage. “Don’t ever say anything like that to her and don’t you dare touch my sister.”
Visibly shaken, Ralen stepped away from the wall and straightened his shirt. “Be careful how you treat me, slave, all I have to do is tell him you tried to escape. I control everything in this castle and I can make things very miserable for the both of you. Trust me, you don’t want to make me angry.”
“Trust me,” Touya replied coldly, “you don’t want to make me angry either.”
A tense exchange of glares followed, before Ralen stepped back and gestured for Touya to start walking. They returned to Yue’s chambers in silence, save Touya’s clinking chains. And with every step the comfort he’d derived from Sakura’s presence slipped away, like the warmth of a campfire as he ventured into the cold darkness. It was so much easier to be brave about it when she was on his lap, but now his empty stomach was twisting with dread. He couldn’t do it again, couldn’t face that again.
…so many wonderful things…
Ralen knocked on the door, and to Touya’s ears the noise fell like a splintered tree crashing to the earth. He almost bolted, but trusting green eyes held him in place. And he’d promised Yue that he could not be broken.
“Enter.”
The door opened and he lifted his chin, marched past the smug Ralen, and stopped when the door slammed shut behind him. Little had changed in Touya’s absence, though the goblet of wine had disappeared to somewhere. So had Yue’s clothing; now he was draped in a full-length silken robe, immaculate and white as his earlier garments. Vaguely Touya wondered if he wore any other color.
Glacial eyes roved over him, examining him in return, so penetrating that Touya was tempted to check that he was still wearing clothing.
“Do you intend to stand there all night?” Yue questioned, disrupting the long quiet. Touya shook off the reverie and sidled away from the door, moving towards the fireplace but never taking his eyes off Yue.
“You stay away from me. Don’t come near me.”
“Do not presume to give me orders, slave. Insolence will not go unpunished.”
“My name,” he snapped in reply, “is Touya Kinomoto. And I am not your slave.”
Yue’s only response was a thoughtful ‘hm’, which for some reason sent shivers down Touya’s back. He hoped his nervousness didn’t show, then decided he didn’t like standing before Yue like this. It was demeaning, but the only other furniture was the bed and Touya wasn’t about to go near that. But sitting on the floor was hardly any better. Finally he settled for dropping to the rug and sulking at the fire, defiantly facing away from Yue.
He didn’t relax for a moment, tense and alert for movement on Yue’s part, but he didn’t even hear a whisper of noise before arms encircled his chest from behind. His very touch was enough to trigger panic and Touya tried to get away, but Yue’s embrace was unbreakable.
“You didn’t think we were finished for the night, did you?” Yue murmured just behind his ear, tickling the skin with his lips. Touya flinched and struggled again, but Yue had pinioned his own arms to his chest as he held Touya flush to his body. Something about this position made Touya’s mouth go dry, he could hear his heart beating rapidly and his own shallow breaths.
“Let me go.”
“I dislike having to come to you,” Yue continued, tone reproving. “In the future I expect you to come to me.”
Hatred blazed up in Touya like the fire, furious with his own weakness. No one in their home village was stronger than Touya, once he set his mind to something, but Yue’s iron grasp only tightened with every motion.
“I’m not doing anything for you, let me go!”
“You belong to me, slave, you do everything for me,” Yue corrected, and much to his horror Touya felt something warm and wet trace his earlobe. The tongue trailed over his flesh and then lips closed over it, nibbling gently. Thrills of that unwelcome excitement shot to his groin. “You are mine to enjoy.”
“I don’t belong to anyone,” Touya gasped, desperately trying to get his body back under control. “I’m not a slave.”
He’d stopped fighting while he concentrated on smothering the heat between his legs, and took advantage of Yue’s relaxed grip to try and escape. He didn’t even make it off the floor before Yue dragged him back to the rug and forced him down on it, pinning him by his shoulders.
“I also tire of holding you down. If you can’t learn to stay when you’re told, I shall have to tie you.”
“Get off of me!” Touya braced his hands against Yue’s chest and pushed, but all Yue did was close a hand around his wrist and pull his chained hands away, over his head until his arms were completely extended. Something metallic clinked and then Yue relaxed, sitting back and surveying his prey a little more leisurely. Touya tried to move his arms and could not; had he chained the cuffs to something on the floor?
“I warned you,” Yue said coolly. Reduced to a new level of helplessness, Touya yanked his arms frantically but there was no give. With growing terror he watched Yue’s lips part with obvious pleasure.
“Perverted bastard,” he spat, and Yue’s eyes narrowed in annoyance.
“And one more thing. As my slave, you will address me as ‘master’.”
“Never.”
Yue arranged himself between Touya’s legs, kneeling – rather painfully – over them in a way that prevented Touya from kicking. Then he tipped forward onto his hands and knees, his long silver hair spilling to the floor like a fantastic curtain around them.
“Disobedience will be punished,” he promised.
“Fuck you. I’m not afraid of you.”
Yue lifted a hand to Touya’s face and he flinched, frozen under its light caress.
“Yes you are.”
Those feline eyes were too knowing; caught in them, Touya could not respond. For the first time he saw Yue smile, a predatory and sinister smile that made Touya want to curl up in a ball and hide somewhere.
“What are you?” he whispered.
“I am your master.”
Yue’s hands glided up his chest, pushing his shirt to just under his neck, and trailed his fingertips light as a whisper across his skin. Touya’s blood jolted and he could feel his body heating up again, with sick dismay he felt his manhood swelling.
Not again! He couldn’t let Yue keep doing this to him, there had to be some way to resist. Touya shut his eyes and traveled back to his village, in the frozen midwinter, homes buried in snow. Icy, slushy snow everywhere and he had to shovel a clear space in front of their home… horribly cold. Gathering it into piles to take it inside and melt for bathwater, couldn’t even feel his fingers because of the numbing cold. Soaking him and dripping down the front of his shirt, moisture, licking him, tasting and teasing his nipples… no!
Touya gritted his teeth and tried again. He was working, grimy and filthy with dirt, repairing the storm-damaged roof. Repeatedly he hammered nails into each beam, sweating under the hot sun. Hot, so hot, and he stripped off his shirt for relief. And then his pants –
“No!” Touya bucked when Yue untied the drawstring, kicking frantically, but Yue only slid the silk trousers unhurriedly down his legs. He brought them all the way down to Touya’s ankles this time, with only the chains preventing their complete removal. Now completely trussed and horribly exposed, Touya was sure he’d hit the worst of humiliation. Despite his best efforts, when Yue cupped a hand over his erection it throbbed. He rubbed his fingers gently in a circular motion, spreading the leaking wetness over his skin, and even though he tried to choke it back Touya moaned.
“You flatter me, slave. But I can give you better than this.”
It was completely beyond Touya’s ability, at this point, to say he didn’t want better than this and also remind Yue that he was not a slave. Though his eyes were still squeezed shut, he could feel Yue arranging himself comfortably to lie alongside him, legs entwined, one hand still roving over his naked body. Repulsed, he tried to wriggle away but Yue would not allow it, locking one of Touya’s legs firmly between his to prevent escape.
“Open your legs obediently, when I give the command,” Yue murmured, close enough that Touya could feel his breath against his face, “and these pointless theatrics can be dispensed with.”
“Get,” Touya panted raggedly, “away… from me.”
Yue’s hand slipped around his waist and underneath him, and his fingers invaded Touya so suddenly that he cried out and opened his eyes. What the hell?
“A new feeling for you, isn’t it? Do you like it?”
Yue was inside him and Touya writhed at the alien sensation, sure that nothing had ever felt so wrong in his life.
“Get-get out,” he rasped, lifting his hips off the floor and pushing himself away from those exploring fingers. But this only meant that he was pressing his body to Yue’s, his swollen erection rubbing against the hardness that was Yue’s.
“Mm,” Yue crooned, pushing mercilessly into Touya and thrusting his hips against his. “Yes, I think you do like it.” His face was too close, Touya thought he would suffocate from claustrophobia. He tried to turn his head though it wasn’t easy, gasping for a free breath of air. The friction against his length was too much to ignore, even coupled with the disturbing invasion, and with a whimper he released. He’d been wrong – this was the worst humiliation.
“Very good,” Yue approved, as he collapsed limply against the rug. “Your performance is pleasing, even if your behavior needs training.” Yue shifted his position and the fingers withdrew at last; Touya shuddered with an echo of his climax. “Now open your eyes, slave.”
Touya didn’t move, still breathing shallowly and wishing for a swift death to overcome him.
“I said open your eyes.” He grasped Touya’s tender flesh with a severity that shocked Touya into opening his eyes. “Good. Now you will watch, and if you look away I will only repeat the entire sequence.”
He couldn’t be serious. Could he? Touya couldn’t bring himself to risk it and watched Yue untie the braided sash of his robe. He’d never seen anyone undress in his life, particularly not a man, and he didn’t want to see this vile creature bare himself. But neither did he want to endure another session of forced ejaculation.
Yue’s robe slipped off his shoulders, exposing his lean body, and Touya couldn’t help but look. Yue’s flesh was pale, but smooth and flawless, his frame surprisingly slim considering the indomitable strength he’d already demonstrated. Silver hair cascaded down his back and onto the floor, as he arranged himself upright on his knees and straddling Touya’s torso.
Eyes aglitter with that excitement Touya was coming to identify as lust, Yue grasped his own length and rubbed it lightly, humming in pleasure.
I can’t watch this, Touya thought, but made made no move to look away. Yue’s eyes held him, as surely as if he’d gripped his chin in his hand and forced him to look, he was their captive. Too drained to do anything else, Touya merely lay there and watched as Yue pleasured himself, until he erupted and spattered his chest and face with his essence. Reflexively Touya turned his face at the last moment, disgusted, even though he’d already been forced to swallow it once that evening.
Yue tsked with displeasure. “Naughty slave, you disobeyed me.”
“I’m not a slave,” Touya answered dully, “and I’m not the obedient type.”
“I’ll teach you to be obedient,” Yue assured him, and traced a finger through the sticky wetness on Touya’s cheek. He did not sound especially angry, however, and must have decided to forego his earlier threat. Without looking up Touya heard him stand and don his robe. “It is enough, for one day. Slaves need their rest.”
“I’m not a slave.” But he was exhausted, for some reason, as if he’d been doing hard labor all day instead of sitting around in a bedroom. These violations on his body seemed to be just as taxing. A clean cloth fluttered down onto his chest and he eyed it wearily. “I can’t clean myself if I can’t move,” he pointed out.
“You are free.”
Touya tried to move his arms and discovered that Yue was right, he was no longer bound to the floor. Muscles protesting, he sat up and tried to wipe his skin clean of the disgusting stuff. He needed water, and pulled on his pants before he stumbled to his feet and made for the bathroom. With the cool and fresh water from the basin Touya was able to wipe off not just the mess but the light film of sweat that covered his body. It wasn’t an easy task, with the cuffs chaining his wrists, but somehow he managed it and retied his pants. Swallowing a yawn, he returned to the bedroom and held out his hands.
“You’ve already proved you’re stronger than me. Are these really necessary?”
“Better to be cautious, especially with a wild slave like yourself. Besides…” Yue’s eyes glinted silver in the fading firelight. “I rather like how you look in them.”
“Bastard,” Touya growled under his breath, not caring if Yue heard.
“Be careful, slave, if I care to I’ll send you to the dungeons to sleep. Your sister has already taken the usual slave accommodations, so we must decide where you’ll go.”
“I’ll sleep with my sister,” Touya said quickly, but Yue shook his head.
“No, I think you’ll be fine right where you are.” Touya looked down at the rug under his feet.
“On the floor?”
“I share my bed with no one,” Yue snapped, his tone abruptly harsh and taking Touya by surprise. As if he wanted to sleep with that groping demon. Demeaning though it was, Touya would take the floor.
Something metallic clinked and he felt something move; the cuff on his right ankle had unlatched itself and as he watched it clapped shut around one of the fire-grate posts. Yue’s ability to move things without touching them frightened Touya, though he wouldn’t show it, and again he wondered just what he really was.
“Don’t trust me not to kill you in your sleep?”
“You would never survive,” Yue replied evenly. “But you do need to learn your place.” He turned and crossed the room to his bed, not that Touya bothered to watch him go. Instead he stared wretchedly into the small flames, which had been dwindling as they spoke until the fire was little more than glowing coals.
So that was it, then, this was his ‘place.’ Taken prisoner and forced to endure unspeakable humiliation, and now he’d been leashed and ordered to sleep on the floor like a pet. Touya sank to the rug and curled up on his side, trying to get comfortable in spite of his chains. The ruby coals blurred in his vision and he knew he was crying, though he was careful to make no noise. He wouldn’t give Yue the satisfaction.
“I am Touya Kinomoto,” he whispered into the darkness. “And I am no one’s slave.”

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