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Chain of Resurrection	By : Carpentaria Category: +S to Z > Saint Seiya: The Lost Canvas Views: 7643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 11

A/N: Hi everyone! Some of you may have noticed that some of the chapters disappeared and reappeared again. I was in the process of changing the order of chapters when something happened and a lot of chapters were deleted. I have put them back up again, but a reviewer suggested that the content was a bit out of order and I took that to heart. Chapter 9 has been moved to chapter 7, so hopefully the storyline will be a bit clearer. Keep writing if you feel something is amiss with the story – I might not agree, but I do read your suggestions. Anyhow, enjoy this new chapter!

Tenma glared hard at the wall. He had been trapped in the Underworld for almost a week now, and during that time Hades had kept him isolated. He was not allowed to leave the rooms unless in the company of the god, and Hades made sure he had no contact with other Saints. It was slowly starting to drive him mad.

“Damn it!” Tenma hissed. He had made several attempts at escape, but Hades seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to him. The god was always waiting for him when he tried to leave. The punishment for such attempts had been complete isolation. He would lock Tenma up in a small room and leave him there. They had no contact, and the only distraction during those times had been the delivery of food through a small flap in the door.

Tenma would have preferred physical punishment over isolation any day, and he quickly learned his lesson. For now, he would stay here and learn as much as he could while planning his escape. Surely Hades would not keep him trapped in these rooms forever, right?

Tenma shifted on the sofa, irritated with himself. The main issue was not being locked up, but the fact that Hades had not touched him since that day in the underground cave. A part of him shouted that he should be thankful, but he longed for the god in ways he couldn’t explain. He wanted Hades to touch him!

But I shouldn’t want that! Hades destroyed Sanctuary! He imprisoned Alone’s soul in a dream world!

But even as he argued with himself, he could not deny his reactions towards Hades. Whenever he was close by, Tenma wanted to reach out and touch. He had a feeling Hades knew exactly what he was thinking, but he did nothing to encourage or discourage.

In fact, Hades seemed to wait for Tenma to make the first move this time. Never! Tenma thought even as his heart clenched painfully. His inner argument was cut short when the door opened and the object of his frustration walked in.

“Hello, Tenma,” Hades said and closed the door behind him. He looked at Tenma with a strange smile, and the young Saint was instantly on guard. A smiling Hades was always a cause for concern.

“What’s going on?” Tenma asked and stood. He kept his distance, knowing that being near Hades would only cloud his judgement. He might actually try to touch the god.

“I think it is time I introduce you properly to my men,” Hades answered. Tenma blinked.

“You’re letting me out?” he asked and tried to contain his hopes. Hades enjoyed playing mind games with him, and Tenma had learned that although the god always spoke the truth with him, he did not always reveal the whole truth. Saying that he would introduce him to other Specters did not necessarily mean that he would leave these rooms. Hades might decide to bring Specters here instead.

“Yes, I believe you have learned your lessons about escaping for now, and I know some of my men are eager to meet the famous Pegasus Saint,” Hades said and walked over to him. Tenma couldn’t hide his surprise when Hades reached out and cupped his face. He pulled Tenma close until there was only a few inches between them.

Tenma bit his lip nervously and Hades’ eyes immediately traced the movement. A smile appeared on his face and when he looked up again, his pupils were slightly dilated. He traced Tenma’s cheek bones with his thumbs, caressing the soft skin.

Tenma flushed as his body reacted to the god. He clenched his hands, afraid that he might lose control and embrace Hades. Hades continued to caress his face for a few moments before he pulled back.

“It would also put some of the more… restless Saints at peace. They are convinced that I have either murdered you or hurt you terribly,” Hades continued and then gestured for Tenma to follow him. Tenma paused in the doorway to Hades’ bedchamber, unsure of the god’s intentions.

Hades sensed his hesitation and smirked. “Do not worry, Tenma. When you become mine, I will not claim you here. There is a much more suitable place for our joining.”

Tenma glared angrily and stomped into the room. “You sound as if I will give in to you,” he said. Hades turned to him.

“It is not a matter of ‘giving in’, my sweet Tenma. You will soon realise that we belong together, that our souls are bound to one another by unbreakable chains. When we fully join, it is because you have accepted this, and not because I have forced you.”

With those words, Hades strode over to a large dresser and began pulling different articles of clothing out.

Tenma had a strong urge to grab the god and shake him with all his might. Hades spoke as if them being together was fate, as if neither of them had any choice in the matter.

“Why do you want me… like that?” he questioned. Hades turned his head slightly.

“What do you mean?”

Tenma shifted slightly. “Why do you want us to be l-l-lovers? I mean, would it not be easier to trap me in a dream instead?”

“Why?” Hades seemed genuinely surprised by his question. “Why would I not? Despite what you might think, Tenma, I do not enjoy being surrounded by weaklings. I expect my men to obey me, but I do not enjoy the company of mindless dolls. Why would I not want you as my lover when you have so much to offer?”

“What can I give you that you don’t already have?” Tenma wanted to know. Hades smirked and walked over to him. He ran his eyes up and down his body as if measuring him.

“You are strong and beautiful and loyal. You would fight me head on, rather than attempt an assassination. You are honourable in everything you do. You are not afraid to speak your mind with even when you know I might punish you. Being the King of the Underworld requires constant vigilance.

“While most of my Specters obey out of fear, gods like Thanatos and Hypnos are not so easily controlled. They follow my orders for now because I am stronger than them, but the minute they sense weakness, they will try to overpower me. There are a few Specters, like Pandora and Kagaho, who stay by my side because they want to. In time, you will become so much more than all of them. You will become my shadow, a being that will forever be by my side.”

Tenma was slightly shocked. He had no idea Hades felt that strongly about him.

“But do not misunderstand, Tenma,” Hades said in a much colder voice, “while you will become my shadow, you will still be my subordinate. I will punish you when you fail, or if you try to leave me. Our joining does not mean an equal partnership; I will always be your master, your god.”

Hades stared hard at him for a moment before turning back to the dresser, giving Tenma time to absorb this information.

There’s still something he’s not telling me, Tenma thought. He won’t be able to hide it forever.

“Tenma, come here,” Hades said without turning around. Tenma walked a few steps until he was standing beside Hades. The god was holding up a dark red, thigh-length tunic in silk. He turned to Tenma and held it up against his chest.

“Yes, this will do well. It brings out the beautiful colour of your eyes,” he said. He didn’t give Tenma time to say anything before he grabbed a pair of dark leggings. He held the clothes out for Tenma.

“Put this on and then come into the living room,” he ordered.

“Why do I have to wear this?” Tenma asked.

“Do not question me, Tenma,” Hades said and left, closing the door behind him. Tenma stood for a moment and wondered what would happen if he refused.

He’ll probably lock me up again, he thought with a slight shudder and quickly pulled off his own clothes. He then dressed in the clothes Hades had picked for him and looked into a mirror standing near the wall. He had to admit he looked very good.

Best no to keep him waiting.

He took a deep breath and then walked into the living area. Hades was sitting on the sofa while holding a book in one hand and petting a small puppy with the other. Tenma shuddered when the puppy looked at him and yipped happily. He had seen up close what kind of monster the puppy could turn into.

Hades looked up and a smile lit up his handsome face. He gently pushed the puppy away and then waved Tenma forward. Tenma crossed the room and stood in front of the god. Hades gently ran his hands down his sides, fingering the soft material of the tunic.

“I was right, it really does suit you, Tenma,” he said. Tenma flushed; the comment made him want to put on other beautiful clothes just to please Hades.

“There’s just a few more things to add before you are ready.” Hades pulled him down next to him. He then opened a small box Tenma had not noticed. Inside were precious stones, ribbons of silk, pearls and other jewellery. Hades pulled out a ribbon and several pearls.

He turned Tenma’s face to the side, took hold of a lock of hair and began intertwining it with the ribbon and pearls. After a few minutes, the ribbon, intertwined with pearls, hung down just behind Tenma’s ear and fell down the side of his neck. Hades nodded in approval.

“You are a lucky one, Tenma,” he said. Tenma raised an eyebrow in question.

“You only need a few pieces of jewellery to add to your natural beauty. Not many can do that.” He looked through the box once more and brought out a thick metallic wristband. The metal was black and shiny, just like the Surplice the Specters wore. Hades put it on him before he could protest. When he tried to pull it off, Hades grabbed his wrist and squeezed hard.

“Leave it on,” he said in a cold voice. Tenma knew there was no point in arguing so he left it there. It felt heavier than it actually was and the intention behind it was clear: Hades really did expect him to become another one of his Specters.

“I think we are almost done,” Hades said to himself. He pulled other pieces of ribbons and stones out before a small object caught his attention. He grabbed it and rolled it between his fingers. He then looked up at Tenma and smiled. He held out the object so Tenma could see.

It was a small silver earring.

“One day,” Hades said and leaned forward, “I think I would like to pierce you.” Tenma swallowed heavily. Pierce him? With what?

Hades raised a hand and took hold of his earlobe, gently massaging the flesh. “I would start here, perhaps with one of two piercings.” He enjoyed the way Tenma responded to his touch.

“Then, I would go lower,” he continued and moved his hand downwards, “and put my mark here.” He fingered a stiff nipple through the thin tunic. Tenma let out a small gasp of pleasure. Without noticing, he pushed his chest into Hades’ hand, wanting to feel more of that touch that had his blood racing through his veins.

Hades smirked, delighted with the reaction. It would seem that his decision not to touch Tenma had paid off. The young man was already flushed and panting from such a simple touch.

Hades moved closer until they were only inches apart. He leaned in and gently brushed his lips against Tenma’s.

“And then, perhaps I will pierce you here as well.” He slipped his hand down between Tenma’s thighs and cupped him. Tenma gasped; partly in pleasure, partly in fear. Wouldn’t it hurt terribly to be pierced down there? But the pain would be so sweet, a traitorous voice whispered in his mind.

“H-Hades,” Tenma whispered and grabbed hold of the god. He arched as Hades continued to fondle him. Hades smirked and then removed his hand, enjoying the frustrated look Tenma sent him. He stood.

“Come, it is time to go.”

Tenma quickly followed, excited by the prospect of leaving these rooms. Hades opened the doors and Tenma eagerly followed him out. Hades led him down a series of hallways and through several doors. On their way, they encountered several Specters. All of them bowed as Hades passed them. Tenma forced himself not to react when he felt their eyes on him, tracing his every movement.

Just try it! he thought fiercely. I’ll show you I’m no pushover.

But the Specters knew better than to try anything with Hades nearby. As they moved through the castle, the noise of cheers and laughter grew louder. Hades led him to a pair of huge doors. He could hear the sound of fighting and turned to Hades.

“What is going on?” he asked. Hades simply smirked and snapped his fingers. The huge doors opened, cracking loudly in protest. Tenma gasped when he saw what lay behind.

A huge space opened up, revealing a large circular arena surrounded by a wooden structure several levels high. Each level was filled with laughing and cheering Specters.

“What is this place?” Tenma demanded to know.

“This is where Specters fight to establish dominance. It is also a training ground,” Hades answered. He took hold of Tenma’s hand and led to a secluded area on the upper level. Here, two low-ranking Specters waited for them.

“Lord Hades,” they said and bowed. Hades walked over to a large sofa and sat down.

“Join me, Tenma,” he ordered. Tenma quickly sat down.

“Bring us something light to eat and drink,” Hades ordered, and the Specters quickly left to comply. Tenma looked around. The floor was covered in carpets and soft furs. A small table was stood next to the sofa. Hades reached out and ran a finger down his arm.

“Why are we here?” Tenma wanted to know. Hades smiled.

“There’s a special event taking place that I want you to see. This is also a good opportunity for you to see how things work in the Underworld,” Hades answered. “Why don’t you go take a look?” He pointed to the railing. Tenma stood and slowly walked over.

He looked down to the arena several levels below and gasped. Two large Specters were fighting. They slammed into each other, growling and hissing. They shouted challenges and stamped on their opponent when he fell down. Tenma clenched his hands. Sure, his training with the Saints had been hard, but no one had ever been this brutal. He did not understand the point Hades was trying to make. He was about to turn around when he sensed someone standing beside him.

“Asmita!”

The blind Gold Saint turned his head slightly in greeting.

“Hello, Tenma. It has been some time since I last spoke with you,” he said in his low voice. Tenma blinked, not quite believing what he was seeing. He carefully reached out and took hold of Asmita’s arm.

“Asmita, is it really you?” he asked. A small smile appeared on Asmita’s face

“Indeed it is.”

“But why are you here? What is going on?!” Tenma nearly shouted. The smile disappeared from Asmita and he frowned.

“Has Lord Hades not explained the situation to you?” he asked.

“Lord Hades?! What the hell?!” Tenma nearly shook Asmita. Asmita was the first familiar face he had seen in days, but nothing he said made any sense. Since when did the proud Gold Saint Virgo Asmita refer to Hades as ‘lord’? Had Asmita betrayed them after all?

“Well well, Pegasus is certainly not the brightest out there, is he?” another voice mocked. Tenma spun around and spotted a tall Specter with blonde hair. A pentagram glowed faintly on his forehead.

“Who the hell are you?” Tenma asked. The Specter smirked.

“I am Hypnos, God of Sleep,” he answered. He walked over and stood in front of Tenma. The young man narrowed his eyes and stood head-to-toe with the god. Hypnos let out an amused chuckle.

“You will learn your place soon enough,” he promised in a dark voice. Tenma opened his mouth to tell the god exactly what he thought of him, when a loud cheer suddenly filled the arena.

“Ah, it looks like it is about to start,” Hypnos said and turned away. He looked down at the arena. Tenma followed his line of sight and gasped. Trapped between two Specters was a very familiar Saint being led into the open.

“DOHKO!” The cheers and shouting from the crowd drowned his scream. Tenma watched wide-eyed as Dohko was pushed into the middle of the arena. The Specters unchained him and quickly left.

“What is going on?!” Tenma yelled.

“His training is about to begin,” Hypnos said. “This one is always amusing to watch.”

Tenma watched as a large Specter entered the grounds below. The cheering and shouting stopped and everyone seemed to hold their breath.

“Well, Saint, are you ready to be obedient?” the Specter asked mockingly.

“Only if Hades is ready to get off his arse and fight himself,” Dohko answered. Tenma winced and quickly looked over his shoulder. Hades did not say anything, but his eyes were smouldering. It was clear he had taken offence.

“You maggot! How dare you speak that way about Lord Hades! He is the master of the Underworld and the world of the living. Your goddess was powerless against his might!” the Specter roared.

“We are Athena’s Saints! We will never bow down to Hades!” Dohko yelled back. Tenma saw him move into a defensive position. “Come! Show me your so-called strength!” Dohko challenged. The Specter let out a furious roar and charged. The crowd of Specters let shouted and screamed as Specter and Saint fought.

As the fight wore on, Tenma noticed that Dohko rarely attacked. In fact, he spent more time dodging and eluding the Specter. His mentor was quick on his feet, dancing out of range every time the Specter came too close.

Why isn’t he fighting back? He could easily take that Specter.

Hades evidently shared his thoughts. The King of the Underworld stood and joined them at the railing. He snapped his fingers and some kind of signal went off because another Specter joined the fight.

“Hey, that’s not fair!” Tenma snapped and turned to Hades. Hypnos let out a chuckle.

“Fair? You really are naïve, boy,” he said. He reached out a patted Tenma on the head. Tenma glared at him and slapped the hand away.

“Don’t touch me,” he hissed.

Hypnos narrowed his eyes at him and turned to face him fully. “Or perhaps you are stupid, to strike a god like that,” he said. The tension between them grew hotter and Tenma prepared himself. The way Hypnos was looking at him was like a lioness eyeing a potential prey.

“Enough,” Hades whispered. Hypnos backed down, but his eyes were still blazing. Tenma had the childish urge to stick his tongue out at him.

“The only one allowed to punish Tenma is me, Hypnos. You would do well to remember that,” Hades said, his voice laced with ice.

“And you Tenma, are here to observe, not comment. You will be silent from now on or I will do it for you,” he continued. Tenma did not respond. He turned his attention back to the fight below. Dohko was still holding his own, but he was unable to dodge every attack. The two Specters worked well together, and they were able to corner him more often. Tenma bit his lip hard when one of them slammed his fist into Dohko’s stomach, nearly knocking the Saint off his feet.

“Why is it two against one?” he demanded to know.

“Libra Dohko is powerful. One Specter is not enough to get him to use his power,” Hades answered. Tenma frowned. Why would they need to force him to fight back? The crowd shouted when Dohko managed to elude both Specters.

“Why isn’t he fighting back?” Tenma asked and turned to Asmita.

“Because he is proud and stubborn. And because he knows what happens if he does,” Asmita answered. Tenma detected a hint of… anger in his voice.

“What do you mean?” Tenma wanted to know. Before Asmita could reply, a cry of pain ripped through the air. Tenma snapped his attention back to the fight. Dohko was cradling his arm close to his chest, and he favoured his left leg. Blood ran down a large cut on his forehead, blinding him.

“Is that the best you can do, Gold Saint?” the Specters taunted. “If you don’t fight back soon, we’ll break you!”

“You have to stop them, or they’ll kill him!” Tenma yelled and turned to Hades. The god looked at him with cold eyes.

“Stop them? It would be over very quickly if Libra Dohko simply fought back. I have not restrained his power in any way. It is he himself who refuses to defend himself,” Hades said. Tenma gripped the railing tightly.

I have to do something! he thought. If this continued, the Specters might actually kill his mentor.

“Why are you so concerned about him? Is he special to you in some way?” Hades wanted to know. The question seemed innocent enough, but Tenma detected a hint of jealousy in his voice.

“He is my friend, of course I care about him!” Tenma snapped. His anger rose as the Specters continued to beat Dohko. His Cosmos responded and began to expand.

“Tenma, don’t you dare interfere,” Hades hissed. He released a fraction of his power, warning Tenma of what would happen if he disobeyed him here in front of Hypnos and Asmita.

A warm hand took hold of his of his upper arm.

“Tenma, listen to me. If you interfere in any way, it will only get worse for Dohko and yourself. Do not make the situation worse,” Asmita said in a gentle voice. Tenma looked at the blind Saint. Although his eyes were closed, Tenma could the sadness hidden beneath the blank mask he wore. He knew Asmita only wanted to protect him, but no one could do that anymore.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “but I won’t abandon him.” With those words, he leaped over the railing before any of them could stop him and jumped down into the arena. He landed like a cat in front of the Specters who froze in surprise at his sudden appearance.

“T-Tenma, is that you?” Dohko gasped just as shocked. He had not seen Tenma since that day in the throne room where he had been bound to a wall by Hades. And now here he stood, dressed in fine silks and jewellery. Tenma did not turn around.

“Dohko, why aren’t you fighting back?” he asked. Dohko blinked. Did Tenma not know? he straightened up and stepped forward until he stood next to Tenma. He let his eyes run over the young man.

Tenma looked fine. There were no visible wounds and he appeared well fed. So what had happened to him? but now wasn’t the time for such questions. The two Specters had gotten over their initial surprise, and they eyed Tenma with greedy eyes. It was obvious that they wanted to do more than fight the young Saint.

“Well well, what’s a tasty-looking little thing like yourself doing in the arena?” one of them asked. “Don’t you know it’s only a place for men, not boys?”

“I see only one man here, coward, and it isn’t you,” Tenma sneered back. The Spectre narrowed his eyes.

“Who are you, boy?” he asked. Tenma smirked at him.

“I am the Pegasus Saint,” he announced loudly. The crowd fell silent and the two Specters back away quickly. They cast fearful glances up where Tenma knew Hades was watching. Perhaps this would be enough to end the fight. But his hopes were crushed a moment later when Hades called out.

“Continue,” was all he said. The Specters turned back to face Tenma and Dohko, their fear replaced with eagerness. They began to circle the two Saints.

“Tenma, listen,” Dohko said. “Whatever happens, do not attack, do you hear?”

Tenma sent him a disbelieving look. “Why not?” he asked. Dohko bit the inside of his cheek.

“Because of this,” he said and then jumped forward. He took the Specters by surprise and punched one of them hard enough to knock him several feet away. He then turned to Tenma and showed him his Cloth. Tenma gasped when a small area changed from gold to black.

“When we fight while wearing our Cloth, it changes us. Our armour turns to Surplice and our desire to fight increases. Hades is slowly turning us into Specters by having us fight here in the Underworld,” Dohko explained. Tenma could only stare.

Is this what Asmita meant when he said it was Dohko’s choice not to fight?

Tenma looked up and stared. He could feel Hades gaze burning him. He felt his anger rise. By doing this, Hades was not only changing the Saints physically, he was also destroying their bond of friendship and loyalty to each other and Athena and replacing it with hatred.

I won’t let you destroy us!

His Cosmos stirred deep within him and reached out. Dohko’s eyes widened when Tenma was engulfed in a blue light. The young man’s Cosmos was burning the air around him, forcing them all to step back.

“I’ll make sure you never hurt Dohko again,” Tenma said, his voice clear and loud. He raised a hand and then thrust his forward with lightning speed. Dozens of bolts of blue energy shot forward and slammed into the Specters before they could do anything.

Screams of pain and fury rose up. Tenma continued to attack until the Specters fell silent. He stared hard at their unmoving bodies before turning back to Dohko. His mentor was looking at him like he was crazy.

“Tenma, what have you done?” he asked.

“They won’t hurt you again,” Tenma said and smiled gently. He reached out and was about to touch Dohko when he caught movement at the edge of his vision. He saw Dohko open his mouth to call out a warning, but it was too late. An armour-clad hand fastened around his throat and yanked him back. One of his arms were caught and twisted back.

“Kagaho! Let him go!” Dohko yelled and charged forward. He didn’t get far; another Specter appeared behind him and slammed him into the ground.

“No! Stop it!” Tenma yelled and struggled to get free. The Specter, Kagaho, tightened his grip.

“Be still,” he warned. “Lord Hades is very displeased with you.”

Kagaho pulled him back. “Take him back to my rooms,” he said and nodded at the fallen Dohko. The Specter nodded. Dohko pushed himself up on his forearms and glared hatefully at Kagaho.

“You bastard! Let Tenma go,” he hissed. Kagaho sent him a blank look.

“He disobeyed Lord Hades. It is my duty to oversee his punishment,” the Specter said. Tenma stilled. Was Hades allowing someone else to punish him? He was pulled from his thoughts when Kagaho began dragging him out of the arena. He heard Dohko call out for them to stop, but Kagaho simply ignored him.

“Let go of me!” Tenma yelled and kicked out. Kagaho easily evaded the kick and continued to drag the young man with him. After a while, Tenma suddenly recognised the way: they were heading back to Hades’ chambers. He renewed his struggles but Kagaho was simply too strong. When they arrived he knocked on the door and only entered when Hades gave his permission.

Hades did not look at them. He nodded his head towards his bed chamber and Kagaho yanked Tenma with him. He pushed the door open and then threw Tenma inside. The young man banged into the large bed. He did not have time to prepare himself before Kagaho approached once more. This time, the Specter grabbed his arms and pushed him down on the bed. He shifted their position until he was sitting behind Tenma’s head, holding his arms down.

“What are you doing?!” Tenma asked in alarm. He tried to pull free and even roll over, but Kagaho’s grip was too strong. The Specter did not answer, but looked up when Hades entered.

“Kagaho is here to oversee your punishment, Tenma,” Hades said and rolled up his sleeves. His eyes were devoid of emotions as he stared the young Saint trapped on his bed.

Tenma’s pulse quickened. What was Hades going to do? He expected Hades to deliver a painful beating, but the god surprised him by leaning down and placing a kiss on his forehead.

“Remember that you brought this on yourself by disobeying me, Tenma,” Hades whispered. He then used a small knife and began cutting away Tenma’s tunic. The realisation of what Hades had planned hit him fully.

“NO!”

Tenma struggled widely to get free but Kagaho and Hades easily held him down. Hades pushed the cut tunic aside and then began stimulating his nipples by rolling and plucking them. Tenma arched upwards with a gasp. Despite the terror coursing through his body, the touch still sent bolts of pleasure shooting through him. He could feel Kagaho’s gaze on him and closed his eyes.

“Do not look away, Tenma,” Hades ordered. “Or I will have others join us.”

The thought of others seeing him like that was like a punch to the gut. He forced his eyes open. As a reward, Hades leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

“Nhh!” Tenma panted for air. His nipples were a hot zone for him and he felt himself harden. He tried to close his legs, but Hades intercepted him. He pushed them apart and settled between them. He continued to suck on his nipples for several moments before pulling back. He licked his lips.

“You taste very sweet, Tenma,” Hades said with a smirk. Tenma turned his head away. His cheeks burned with pleasure and humiliation. He prayed that this punishment was over. But Hades was only getting started.

Tenma cried out in fear when warm hands slipped beneath his leggings and pulled them down.

“Please, don’t!” he whispered brokenly. He did not want Kagaho to see him naked. Hades gently caressed his thigh.

“You brought this on yourself, Tenma. Perhaps you will think twice before disobeying me again,” he whispered and pulled the leggings all the way down and off. His eyes widened with pleasure at the sight of Tenmas’s naked form. The young man’s cock was hard and leaking. It was flushed a lovely rose, the tip wet with precum. He heard Kagaho inhale sharply. It would seem the powerful Specter was not as unaffected as he led on. Hades smirked.

“Yes, he is lovely, isn’t he?”

Kagaho nodded. “Yes, my lord.”

Hades took hold of the hot organ and began stroking it gently. Tenma bucked upwards, chasing the movement. The young man gasped when Hades teased the slit.

“Please, no more,” he begged. Hades hushed him.

“This is for your own good, Tenma,” he said and continued to pleasure the young man.

Tenma tried to distance his mind from his body, but Hades knew exactly where and how to touch him to bring him to the edge. As Hades continued to pleasure him, Tenma felt something inside him break. A single tear slipped down his cheek as he surrendered to Hades’ touch.
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