Silver Tinted Love

First of all **huggles Rune Rathatz** My very first review, you have no idea how happy you have made me.^^ I\'m quite glad that you like my story since I\'ve been working hard on it. Chapter 7 is pissing me off right now but more about that later^^\' Thank you!!

Well anyway, I have returned with the next installment of my interesting little fanfic. I hope everyone who\'s reading this is enjoying it^^ As always, I do not own Dragon Knights but I do own Pegasus and my own ideas

Warnings: Language, violence, m/m (very short), NC (also short and not very detailed), blood, confusion, attempted suicide, minor of course...er...

Chapter 5:

Saabel’s arms gave way underneath him; sharp moans escaped the thin lips of Nadil’s toy. Gold eyes widened, misty with wanton pleasure. The gleaming irises narrowing to elegant slits. Clawed fingers wrapped around the strands of hair, hair that glistened with sweat. He tug almost viciously on it; Saabel cried out loudly. Fangs gnawed on the soft and soaked skin of the exposed neck. Saabel almost whimpered. Nadil grinned. The lanky and exhausted body moved easily, if not somewhat clumsily, with Nadil’s. What a wonderful way to spend an evening.

As soon as Nadil was truly began to enjoy himself, listening to the noises that grew from a low husky growl to a high pitched shriek depending on his actions and relishing the sweaty creature against him, something just had to interrupt. That always seemed to happen when Nadil was trying to enjoy himself with his Saabel. The knocking on the door broke that misty gaze of Saabel’s. The golden eyes locked rather timidly onto the closed door. Nadil growled softly and did his best to ignore it. They tried to return to the sex. Saabel’s eyes were trying to mist over once more. But that damn knocking persisted, growing louder and harder, and it wouldn’t be long till they simply barged in.

Seething, Nadil ripped himself from Saabel. The demon’s breath came out in a harsh hiss as his body crumpled into the cool satin sheets. Saabel panted but didn’t bother to cover himself up; Nadil would return to him shortly, after destroying whoever it was bothering him. The robe felt uncomfortably warm on Nadil’s skin. But I’ll be rid of this soon enough.

The dark, carved doors swung openly roughly. Nadil glowered out at whomever had been rapping. Shydeman stared at him from the hall. Though the look in the Yokai Lord’s eyes was full of unbridled fury, it didn’t seem to phase Shydeman too much. There was a faint look of apprehension in the fortuneteller’s eyes, but it faded quickly into his normal emotionless scowl. Frowning, Nadil wondered what the hell was so important that it warranted Shydeman’s intrusion on his entertainment. Behind him Saabel’s gold eyes watched the general quietly. Saabel and Shydeman were not exactly courteous to one another. What the hell does he want now?

“Well?” Nadil snapped. Shydeman’s attention returned to Nadil. He bowed graceful, Nadil scowled.

“My lord…” Shydeman said softly.

“Enough with the formalities. Just tell me what the hell it is so I can get back to what I was doing.” he hissed. Shydeman straightened up. There was a smile, a miniscule smile, but a smile nonetheless. Whatever Shydeman wanted to tell Nadil was supposedly going to please him.

“He’s arrived.” Shydeman said simply, hiding the smug look on his face. Nadil wasn’t exactly sure what Shydeman was referring to. All that he could clearly remember at the moment was how angry he was and how much he wanted to get back to Saabel. But Nadil certainly couldn’t let Shydeman know of that mental lapse. He growled a bit at Shydeman, demanding elaboration without words. “Fedelta brought the boy, as you asked.”

Now that he understood. Fedelta completing the task he had set for him was something Nadil didn’t need elaboration for. The thought of his success pulled Nadil from the idea of being pleased by Saabel and was replaced with another sort of pleasure. With a smile, he thanked Shydeman who in turn bowed, turned on his heel, and went off to do whatever needed to be done. He chuckled softly as the demon left. This was just the news he had been expecting.

The door closed softly. Barely a click from the latch. Nadil was still grinning to himself, fangs bared, when he turned back to Saabel. The young demon propped himself up on elbow, watching him. Green hair clung to the drying sweat on his brow. The gold eyes questioned him, pulled at him with their beauty. Nadil crossed to him, brushing some of the hair away. He nuzzled the clawed hand, mumbling pleasantly, almost purring. Cute little thing, little cat like thing, little toy. It amused Nadil to see how affectionate Saabel was to him sometimes. Though Saabel knew very well that Nadil viewed him as a bed wench, not an actual lover. But Saabel seemed to be fine with the idea.

“What did he want?” Saabel asked quietly. The gold eyes were closed as his skin felt Nadil’s. He was obviously expecting Nadil to pick up where he left off and was simply being patient. I’m afraid I’ll just have to disappoint you.

“To tell me that Fedelta succeeded.” Nadil said simply and abandon the younger demon. Saabel’s eyes went only slightly round at the abrupt absence of Nadil’s touched. They dropped, almost sadly, and stared determined into the sheets, unwilling to look up again. Nadil was too busy dressing to truly notice.

“Oh. What was the assignment?” Saabel asked. He was trying to sound indifferent but Nadil could tell that this hurt him. For some reason that Nadil didn’t quite understand. Though he really didn’t look very far into the problem and simply let it smolder in Saabel, lonely.

“He brought me the boy.” Nadil answered finally, slipping his shirt back over his chest. He searched for his shoes for a moment. Saabel watched him. In the mirror, Nadil could have sworn that Saabel’s reflected eyes were almost…angry. Jealous?

“The purity?” Saabel asked. He was careful not to let the anger or whatever it was enter his voice.

“Mhm, Pegasus.”

“Oh…” There was an awkward silence. Nadil cast a casual glance back to Saabel as he laced up the boots. Saabel was lying on the bed, an arm dangling off. Eyes cast down to the sheets, playing with them with his shy fingers. Such an odd demon. With a slight smirk, he returned to Saabel.

“I’ll come back of course, after I’ve spoken to the little doll.” Nadil said. Saabel nodded slightly, eyes closing somewhat pleasantly when Nadil’s fingers tangled in his hair.

But still Nadil left. The door latched softly behind him. He left Saabel, both of them unfinished. He left Saabel lying on the bed, exposed, staring into the ceiling. Left to play by himself, with himself in the sudden coldness of the room. In the sudden prison of satin sheets and latched doors.

Nadil didn’t dwell on that for long. He had other things to occupy his time with. Saabel was a pleasant diversion, a pleasant experience. However, things like this didn’t happen often, even for Nadil. And a Purity was a rarity Nadil had yet to experience. Besides, he had been anxiously waiting for the boy’s arrival. Stalking the boy and actually meeting him are two different things. And I think I’ll like the latter better.

He had had his eyes on the little purity for several years. Truly it had been an accident. Just something one of his agents had discovered while posing as a Mage in some remote forest in Deus. Close to Fairy Forest and yet completely cut off from it. It had been hard for that agent to find the place; the Mages were paranoid and reclusive. They had gone to great lengths to hide the Citadel from prying eyes. Spells and ancient magicks were used to trick the mind and body, forcing unwanted visitors out of the Mages’ forest. But his agent had made it through, somehow, and made a very interesting report upon return.

The Mages were hiding something, claiming something as their own. A child, just barely ten years old. A beautiful creature, perfect in almost every way. Almost. Like a porcelain doll, he had a young and gorgeously crafted face. Glass window eyes, soulless eyes. Hair the color of a silver star. Skin of white silk, the frame of a young elf. Perfect, in a word. Perfection, in a mortal form.

Of course, there was a problem. He was only almost perfect. The boy was naïve, more naïve than any other Purity that had past through the walls of the Citadel. His personal quest to make people happy left him naïve to the pain the others caused him. His innocence was intact but it shouldn’t have been, for this boy knew more about sex and molestation than probably those twice his age or more. Of course, he didn’t know what any of it meant, they made sure that like the other Purities he too was cut off from the world, so he knew nothing of what they were truly doing. But willing to accept it as long as it made them happy. Deluded little whore.

The boy had intrigued Nadil. Just the description of him and his persona intrigued Nadil far more than Saabel ever could. He kept close tabs on the boy over the years. Nadil wanted to know everything about him. And for a while it worked. Though there was a good amount of time that he knew nothing, not including the time of Nadil‘s death. The boy had run away and was not retrieved for several months. Actually, he returned of his own accord. Nadil lost him a second time after the Dragon Castle incident. But that didn’t matter much; Nadil knew where he had gone because of Cesia and her crystal ball.

And now the boy, Pegasus, was in his territory. His castle. Nadil would finally get to see the creature and decide for himself just how pure and beautiful he really was.

Fedelta had left him in a room, as Nadil had ordered him to. This was the room Nadil stood outside of now. He smiled to himself. I wonder how the boy is doing…heh. The door was next to nothing and opened easily into the room within. Much like the other rooms of the castle, it was dark. Stunning but dark. Ebony furniture against a deep, dark carpet. A single, somewhat large window adorned one wall but the curtains were closed. No light penetrated. A few candles flickered letting an eerie glow pass over the walls and ceiling. But more importantly, the bed.

Soft whimpering broke the silence of the room. Pegasus sleep was fitful, disturbed with dreams or pain. Horrid purple and yellow bruises formed about the temples of the boy’s pure skin. Nadil frowned at the imperfection. Probably Fedelta’s doing. But bruises and concussions aren’t permanent. And I did say that he wasn’t to cause any serious damage. So I suppose torturing would be unwise, seeing as he was just successfully following orders.

Pegasus whimpered profusely. The boy thrashed about weakly, fighting something in the depths of his mind. And probably losing. Fedelta had made sure to tuck him under the crimson sheets good and tight to keep him from freeing himself. But with the force that the boy exerted, the sheets pulled and scrunched. They tightened around his body, held him still as they wrapped around his arms and legs and bound himself together. Pegasus screamed softly in the throes of his dreams and Nadil wondered exactly what was so plaguing that the chains of bed sheets reminded him of it. Heh, the poor little thing.

Quietly, Nadil sat on the bed and watched. Pegasus didn’t notice the new presence and thrashed as hard as he could. He screeched somewhat, sweat dripping down the sides of his face, clawing at the sheets, unable to pull from their cool grip. The thread would start to tear soon. Nadil frowned slightly. A hand managed to wrench its way free and began to cling and grope the pillows. With great speed, he captured Pegasus’ narrow wrist in his hand, brushing his nails against the warm skin.

“Wake up, Pegasus.” It was more of an order than a request. The tearing eyes fluttered, the eye lashes gleamed in the candle light. His eyes peered cautiously about the room. They seemed somewhat dazed. But they cleared fairly quickly when they fell on the hand holding his wrist and Nadil sitting on the bed beside him. “That’s better.”

“…Where…Where am I…” Pegasus asked. The voice was so sweet, a bit weak. But like fine music. Nadil smiled at the sound.

“You seem to have hit your head hard, haven’t you child?” Nadil asked with a grin. Pegasus’ eyes blinked slowly, absently.

“…He hit me…”

“Who, Fedelta?” Though I already know that’s a yes.

“…He did too…” Pegasus sighed. That made Nadil blink. Fedelta hadn’t been the only one to hit him? Then who else did?

“Well who else hit you, child?” Nadil asked with mock sweetness. The azure eyes closed, hurt and tired. “Come now, answer me.”

“…Rath hit me…he was…angry…” He said meekly. Nadil hid the look of glee in his face. So Rath had gotten angry and hit the boy. That probably meant that he would not try to come and find him. And that Pegasus would not have any link to someone who did not want to be around him. Perfect, he won’t go anywhere. Pegasus continued to look about. “…Where am I?” He asked again, a little stronger.

“With me.” Nadil smirked. He tugged, almost viciously, on Pegasus’ wrist. His body moved effortlessly. His head ended up against Nadil’s shoulder, wrists pinned in his lap. A tremble went through him.

“Where am I…” Pegasus asked again. There was more force to his voice and he pulled away slightly. The grip on his wrists increased. Pegasus winced.

“Calm down now, Pegasus.” Nadil smirked. His free hand traveled through the silver strands. “Wouldn’t want to hurt yourself further, now would you?”

“You know my name…” Pegasus stated with wide eyes.

“Of course. I know a lot about you, Purity.” Nadil laughed. Pegasus started to pull again. “Now stop that.”

“…Where am I…let me go…” Pegasus pleaded softly. A powerful arm wrapped around the boy’s slender waist and held him close. “P…Please…”

“And how do you expect to escape my palace?” Nadil asked. Pegasus’ mouth worked itself into a frightened line. The lips trembled. It was so precious.

“…Please Nadil…I want to go…let me go…” His voice was starting to sound panicked. Good, it’ll be more fun that way.

“And what? Miss out on my chance to experience the joy of the Purity? Would you deprive me of such happiness, Pegasus?” Nadil asked with a sneer. Those glass eyes opened wider. He started struggling more, trying to break the hold. Scowling, Nadil pressed him down, leaving his hand holding down the center of Pegasus’ chest and still clutching the boy’s wrists in a vice.

“No, I don’t want to do this!” Pegasus cried, writhing under him. “Nadil, let me go! Ow!! Please Nadil…that hurts!” Nadil pressed the thin hands into the boy’s own stomach. He whimpered in protest, quieting when Nadil stole a hard kiss from his lips.

“This would hurt a lot less if you said yes instead of no…” Nadil snarled. He watched the boy, waited for the Purity’s response. There was terror in his eyes. And defiance.

“I can’t…I won’t! I won’t do that to them! I don’t want this, you can’t do this! Let me go!!”

“Can’t?” he growled. The clawed hands clamped about his throat. Blood seeped from the slight punctures they caused. Pegasus squirmed under him, struggling with breath. “No one tells me what I can or cannot do. Especially not someone I plan to take.”

The hands retracted but didn’t give Pegasus a chance to breathe. Nadil stole another kiss, this time harder, bruising. The thin wrists were pinned above his head with one clawed hand. Pegasus’ screeches were muffled. Nadil’s fangs gnawed at the thin lips. His blood tasted like heaven. Pegasus howled.

“NADIL!! STOP!! LET GO AHHHH!!!” Pegasus begged. “SOMEONE HELP!!! STOP!! NO NO NO!!!!” In a rage, Nadil’s hand went across Pegasus’ skin. The boy’s head snapped somewhat, the claws caused deep gashes in his pale cheeks. Tears mingled with the gleaming blood.

“Now shut up! Either say yes or suffer in silence! It doesn’t really matter to me, I plan on having you, with or without your consent.”

“…I can’t…I don’t want this…” Pegasus panted. With a leering grin, he looked down at the pale little doll. Fine by me. Its always better if they struggle a little. The shirt tore apart easily. The scars gleamed beautifully in the fire light, black glinting off white. Death off of life. Fangs tore into the slender neck. Pegasus screamed. Sweet music.

A wonderful way to spend the night.

*-----*-----*

Saabel sighed, almost angrily, rolling over and over on the satin sheets. This wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair. Nadil had left him, left him for a child Purity. Left him, alone, in this cold room, sprawled on satin sheets. Unfulfilled.

Damn it, Nadil. How could you… Saabel thought bitterly. He rolled onto his side and sighed. Playing with himself had done nothing to satisfy himself, least not the way Nadil satisfied him. Burying his face against the pillow, he shivered but didn’t bother to cover himself up. What did it matter if he was cold now? He was alone. Nadil wasn’t there…so what did it matter?

His arms wrapped around himself. Saabel had a problem. He knew that all too well. Nadil didn’t love him; Saabel wasn’t even sure Nadil knew what love was. Saabel wasn’t sure that even he knew what love was. Yet Nadil treated him…special one could say. Differently than all the others. Nadil showed something that was almost kindness. He took Saabel in, took him to his bed, though Saabel had been scared the first time, and because he pleased Nadil he was always welcomed back into that bed. Nadil treated him without malice, although the sex was typically on the violent side. He never beat Saabel, never berated him, never tortured or tormented him. It was almost like Nadil considered him a pet, something he didn’t mind taking care of. And Saabel showed his admiration by being a good wench…and sometimes an affectionate one.

He knew that’s what Nadil considered him. A male wench, just meant for a good time. But Saabel didn’t always believe it was that simple. Nadil was so…different to him. Almost kind, not exactly tender but not abusive. So Saabel sometimes wondered if Nadil actually had some feeling toward him. Even if it really was a master over the pet sort of deal. Saabel wouldn’t mind that. It wasn’t love and never would be. But it was something good and Saabel didn’t feel exactly afraid of Nadil because of it. He had a strange need to cling to Nadil sometimes and although it gave Nadil a laughing fit, he didn’t tell Saabel not to do it. So maybe he does care…kinda…

At least…that’s what I thought… Saabel shuddered more. But tonight was different. Nadil had actually left him, lying in a bed, still erect. His seed still inside instead of all over the bed. Nadil had left without marking Saabel with himself as he always did. And Nadil had left to deal with…business!! Business that had to do with something that wasn’t fucking Saabel! That had never happened before. Normally, Nadil tortured those who interrupted him when he and Saabel were in bed. Normally, no one even dared to bother him, except for Shydeman, but even the demon general got an earful of hissing curses when he barged in. No one ever got away with pulling Nadil away from Saabel when they started enjoying each other, no one. At least, not until tonight. Nadil had left him…that sent worried tremors through him. Nadil had left unfinished, which could only mean one thing.

He’s…displeased with me…

And those who displeased Nadil didn’t stay in his good graces for very long. If he displeased Nadil, then Nadil would no longer show him this strange kindness. Which meant that he wouldn’t be welcomed back into this bed or this room or Nadil’s arms. Which meant that he’d be left for the other demons to pry on, for without Nadil’s warnings of what would happen to those who seriously injured Saabel, he was without protection.

Especially from Fedelta…and Shydeman.

Trembling, feeling the sudden icy fear running along his skin, Saabel pulled himself into a ball. Nuzzled as much as he could into smooth sheets. The last thing he wanted was to be returned to Fedelta, or even worse Shydeman. The scars from their tormenting still plague Saabel. The nightmares more often than any physical scar they could cause. They caused him nothing but grief; Saabel couldn’t remember the last time he had a decent sleep. And it didn’t help that half the time, he woke with heaviness on his chest and quick breathes. Not that Nadil was around to notice them, thankfully.

He couldn’t go back, not to them. Not to Fedelta, who took a sick pleasure in making his life a hell. Who had caused more physical scars than Shydeman ever could. Who laughed at the meekness Saabel couldn’t push from his gold eyes sometimes. He couldn’t go back to dealing with that, even more than he already did.

And he couldn’t go back to Shydeman. That was completely out of the question. Shydeman frightened him, even more so than Nadil was supposed to. Everything about Shydeman frightened Saabel. Shydeman’s powers, his position. His narrow eyes, that smirk. That leer, that strength. Those claws, that perverted touch… No!! No, no!! Don’t think about that! Don’t think about any of that!! That wasn’t real…just a spell…yeah…just a spell. That didn’t really happen, its only in my head…just to hurt me…that didn’t really happen. Don’t think about it Saabel, its better that way. Don’t think…

“Can’t sit still…” Saabel mumbled. He pushed himself up and sat for a moment. Sat and stared into his hands for almost a quarter of an hour to remind himself not to think about that. Which left him thinking about what he was going to do to keep away from Shydeman and Fedelta since Nadil was not pleased with him. “…Maybe I can sneak back to Garaba. Hide out in my forest…Shydeman doesn’t go there typically and Fedelta would have to get through the zombies to get to me first.” Saabel sighed and nodded. “That’s what I’ll do…I guess.” But they’ll get their hands on me eventually. They always do…maybe I should just drown myself…I don’t please Nadil anymore…he doesn’t want me anymore…so I guess death is the next best embrace I can get…

Nodding softly to himself, still thinking about what he was going to do since he was not welcome back to Nadil’s bed, Saabel dressed. His clothes were strewn across the floor. Typical. Neither Nadil or Saabel cared a lot about what happened to their clothes in the midst of stripping each other in a fiery passion. Fastening his pants around his hips, his eyes passed over the floor for wherever his shirt was. There it is…draped on the chair. He fingered the fabric upon retrieving it. There was a large rip on the shoulder. Nadil’s doing. With a sneer, Saabel tore the sleeve off fully. Then the other. Perfect… he thought while slipping it over his head. It looked better that way anyway. Sleeves annoyed Saabel.

The shoes slipped on without a sound. The bed looked dreary when it was made and untainted. And the door barely made a sound when Saabel closed it and left Nadil’s chambers. Probably permanently.

He walked through the utterly silent halls, abandoned of life. Hands behind his back, he felt something closing in on him. Paranoia? Was that it? All he knew was that if felt like something or someone was watching him, licking their lips at the thought of him without protection. The farther away he went from Nadil’s room, the more certain he was that there was no one else who would show him anything that was even the ghost of kindness. Saabel was doomed.

Depression pressed down on his shoulders, threatened to crush him into the marble floor. He had brought this upon himself. He had done something, something, to disappoint Nadil. Whether it was something he said or did…or something he didn’t say or do. He had done something to make Nadil not want him in his bed, or underneath him. Why else would he leave Saabel unfinished unless he knew that there was nothing that could satisfy him anymore. Damn it, what did I do? Nadil, what did I do to displease you? …Why did you go? Why…what was it that I did or didn’t do that made you put your business before your pleasure? Please tell me Nadil…I want to make it right again…I don’t want to be out here instead of in your bed. With your fangs and claws slitting my skin, licking my blood. I don’t want to be anywhere but in that bed…at least there they can’t touch me. Tell me what I did Nadil. I want to know, I have to be able to fix it…somehow…Please!!

A moan, the softest moan that he had ever heard, interrupted his musings. Saabel’s steps faltered then stopped entirely. Looking up at the door, he knew what lay beyond it. Knew it with every fiber of his self. The Purity. Pegasus. Saabel’s golden eyes darkened, narrowed and scowling. He couldn’t believe that this boy was more important to Nadil than having sex with Saabel. Further reminder that he had done something wrong. Saabel stared up at the doors. How befitting that he was standing outside them. How befitting that Pegasus was beyond them. After all, Saabel found himself in that room once before, dragged there kicking and screaming, tears streaming down his cheeks, tossed roughly onto the bed and…

And left there. Simply left there to fume. Yes that was it. Shydeman simply left him there to fume. Saabel remembered pounding on the door for hours, screaming and crying till his voice was terribly horse and his fists were raw and starting to bleed. Screaming and crying because…because…

Because he wanted to be out of there. Yes that was right, wasn’t it? Saabel didn’t like the closed space, the dark interior. There was a strange aroma to the room, something he didn’t like. He hated being in that room, hated that he was locked in, screaming with bloody fists. But it wasn’t all bad really. Nadil had come to the room, hours later, to find Saabel sitting on the floor by the bed cradling his beaten hands. There had been a smile on the demon lord’s face and he got down beside Saabel and pulled him up into his arms.

“…What intoxicating eyes you have Saabel…”

“…”

“You’re bleeding Saabel.”

“The door hurts…”

“You don’t like being in here, do you Saabel?”

“No…I want to out of here…the blood’s cold…and its sticky…get it off…please…”

“Let me help you with that.”

That was the first time Nadil had ever touched his skin, in a sensual sort of way. Letting Saabel sit against his chest, trapping the wrists in his clawed fingers and licking the blood roughly off the cold skin. It had felt strangely nice to be handle in such a way. Roughly and somewhat violent but with a hint of tenderness and concern. Saabel found himself relaxing somewhat to the treatment, make soft noises when the tongue delved into the wounds to have more blood.

“There, is that better?”

“…”

“Go ahead and answer me Saabel.”

“…Mhm…”

“You don’t like it here, do you Saabel?”

“…Didn’t you ask me that already…”

“Would you mind if I took you out of here, to somewhere else?”

“…Please…get me out of here…”

“I haven’t told you where, Saabel.”

“I don’t care…anywhere is better than here…” Nadil had pulled him to his feet, caught him when his knees gave under way from fatigue. The smile grew, fire light glinting of the bright fangs as he dragged him towards the door. “…Where are we going?”

“To my chambers. Come on now, Saabel. Don’t be shy. It won’t hurt…not too much heh.” It was right around there that Saabel started to feel fear fall over him again. But that fear was unwanted and pointless. It had hurt, yes, but in a way that Saabel adored. Pleasure mixed happily with pain. And Saabel wanted to feel that mix over and over and over again. As did Nadil. Too bad I fucked it up…somehow.

That didn’t put Saabel in the best of moods and standing outside this door, riddled with memories, didn’t help matters. He stared through the wood to where he thought Pegasus was, growling. Perhaps dealing with the boy would help his mood improve. Saabel was a powerful demon, in some ways. With a small smirk, he twisted the doorknob. It wasn’t locked. Good.

The smell was almost overpowering; it took all of Saabel’s willpower not to gasp and cower back from its strength. Strange scents mixed together, scents that really shouldn’t mix. Burned candle wax, flame and strange incense were present but just barely. Saabel wished it was stronger so that he couldn’t smell anything else. The room reeked of sex, sweat and semen. But what was worse…was tears…and blood. It was stifling.

“Please…fire please…please…” The voice was so soft, so hoarse. And strangely…disturbing. Saabel hadn’t noticed him before. He was covered somewhat with the red sheet, his back exposed slightly. The boy was reaching desperately to the waning fire, calling in a weak voice that was filled with sobs and anguish. “Fire please…please answer me…Fire please!…” Quietly, he took a few steps closer, walking over the discarded and torn clothes and hoping that he wouldn’t startle the boy. Though he didn’t know why he was thinking that startling the boy would be bad. The silent footsteps stopped at the bed where Saabel could fully look down at what Nadil called his “doll.”

Well if Pegasus had been a doll, he was a broken one now. A broken doll. Played with too roughly, too much, too soon. Shattered. And no craftsman, no matter how masterful he was in his art, could ever repair this broken doll. The smooth whitish skin was marred, thin and translucent, riddled with wounds. Bruises and deep scratches decorated the skin in an almost hypnotic web of agony. Saabel almost touched them; he wanted to touch them, but he didn’t. Blood seeped through numerous punctures on his back and shoulders, his neck and arms. And probably his chest. The blood oozed into little puddles that dotted the skin with dried and fresh blood. Nadil’s fangs always caused blood to pour during sex. Saabel had several punctures himself. Still searching the back, Saabel watched the stream of blood that fell from the white skin and disappeared on the covers beneath him. He knew that if he pulled the sheet that covered Pegasus all the way off, he would find an entire river of blood flowing from the boy.

…What did he do to you… Saabel found himself wondering. He wasn’t sure why he was thinking this but the more time he spent looking at this boy, looking at his blood and his wounds, the more he felt his rage abate. It was replaced with a strange different feeling. Pity.

Sitting on the bed startled Pegasus, broke him from his weak calling. The hand retracted sluggishly. The face turned slightly to look at him. Saabel almost gasped.

Five deep, hideous gashes went across his cheek. Most likely from Nadil’s clawed hand. More bite marks appeared on his neck. More blood trickled down the skin. But the face drew his attention away from the taint of the blood. The large azure eyes stared terrified up at him. Whatever beauty had been in them before was fading now, replaced with something darker, something tainted. Tears streamed from the big eyes. The tears glowed with something, something that was fading, like a dying firefly. The…the poor…thing…

“…Fire…” Pegasus sniffled, still staring up into Saabel’s eyes. Saabel swallowed hard but didn’t break the trapping gaze. “…it won’t answer…fire won’t…answer me…make fire answer…please…please I…I want fire to…answer…please?” He stared down at the pleading boy, ashamed at himself for thinking that he wanted to hurt him earlier. The boy was hurting enough. His mind. It must have snapped. Why else would he ask me to make fire answer whatever he’s asking it. I…I suppose I should just tell the truth. That fire can’t talk so it can’t answer.

“Fire can’t answer you, Purity.” Saabel said finally. He wished he hadn’t. Pegasus’ eyes welled with more tears. Hoarse whimpers escaped his throat. His hands covered his face and he rolled somewhat to find a better position. For a brief moment, Saabel could see the older web of scars on the boy’s chest. But it was gone just as quickly as the boy turned away.

“No…no…please fire…please.” Pegasus begged through his hands. “I…I couldn’t say yes…I’m sorry…please don’t abandon me…please…” He sobbed weakly, his body trembling violently. As though he was in a trance, Saabel pulled the sheets further up on Pegasus’ body. He stared at Saabel with a strange look on his face.

“Now quiet down…you’re gonna make yourself worse, sobbing like that…” Saabel said, trying to sound as if this didn’t affect him. But it did. For some reason, the boy’s pain knotted his stomach and caused tears to want to flow from his own eyes. Pegasus looked away from him. They stared longingly into the dying flame. Sighing quietly, Saabel started to search the place, looking for some better way to warm the boy. His clothes were on the floor but they were torn, badly. In fact the only things of Pegasus’ that weren’t torn were the shoes and cowl that sat on the far chair, beside the staff the leaned against the wall. “Stay here.”

He had no idea why he was doing this. Saabel left the room, closing the door quietly and running back towards Nadil’s chambers. Nadil had allowed him to keep clothes there and Pegasus looked just as thin as Saabel was. Shorter but probably the same build, if not a bit frailer. Nadil had yet to return to the room; he wouldn’t notice if some of Saabel’s clothes went missing. As he searched, he wondered. Why was he doing this? Why was he going to comfort this boy that he didn’t know? This stranger. This Purity who was now broken and in pain…crying…

That was why. Saabel pitied the boy. He felt…sorry for him. That’s why he was doing this. But demons aren’t supposed to feel this way…right? But I can’t help it…I have to do something…right? Finally, he found some clothes. They were the plainest he had, things he typically didn’t wear. But they would cover Pegasus well, be warm and soft on his wounded skin. Saabel dismissed his questioning as he folded the clothes and tucked them under his arm. There was no time to think of such things now, to question things he didn’t fully understand. There was no time for that now. Later.

The door latched quietly and he returned to his running. The abandon hall amplified the clicking of his heels but at least no one would notice. If there was something watching him, waiting like last time, Saabel was moving to fast to notice it. A mixed blessing perhaps.

It was stifling. But it wasn’t the scent this time; it was the heat. There was a lot of heat in the room when Saabel entered. Closing the door, he adjust himself under the warmth’s weight and dropped the clothes on the chair with the boy’s things. Something was strange. With a third survey of the room he figured it out. Pegasus wasn’t in the bed. Saabel looked around for where he possibly could have gone. The curtains were still drawn closed over the one window. So at least he didn’t kill himself… The window overlooked the strange mist that surrounded Nadil’s castle and only those with a serious wish for a painful death would ever lean out of it.

The sound of running water broke up Saabel’s looking. Curious, he went over to where he knew there was a rather small bathroom. Steam wafted from the cracked door. So that’s what was so stifling.

There was so much steam, it was hard for Saabel to see through it. The moisture pressed close, weighing down his clothes, making his hair stick the skin of his face and neck. He brushed some of the hair away with the back of his hand, only to have it stick again. Through the steam, Saabel could see the running water of the shower, see Pegasus sitting cross legged beneath with his head down, staring absently into his hands. He could see how red the boy’s skin was getting, like it was slowly turning into fire. Even the scars gleamed under the heat. Saabel called to him but Pegasus didn’t acknowledge it. The water pounded onto his body, pounded into the wounds. Saabel was finally close enough to touch it, to feel the water and retract his hand just as quickly.

Scalding. That’s what the water was, scalding hot. Saabel whipped his hand on the air to try and cool it. The skin was already turning a pale pink. Pegasus didn’t notice the reaction; he was fixated on the hands in his lap. Saabel cursed at him. Stupid bastard! He’ll burn his skin right off his bones!!! Cursing, he turned the water taps so it became icy cold. Pegasus’ back arched, hissing almost painfully and almost throwing himself away from the cold. There was no way to escape it. He laid there, trembling as the cold water surrounded him, his skin cooling down and turning back to its normal white color, peeling and cracking.

“You stupid little brat!” Saabel hissed, glaring down at him as the water poured. “You’re gonna burn off all your frigging skin! You have a death wish or just enjoy self mutilation!?” Pegasus moaned quietly. It sounded more like a whimpering sob. Again, Saabel felt his rage towards him vanish and stared dejectedly down at him. “…Well it’ll pass. And your skin will be fine, just sensitive. ‘Course it was probably sensitive before this…” He moaned softly on the water, curling slightly in a desperate attempt for warmth. Satisfied that his skin wasn’t permanently damaged, Saabel turned the water completely off. A soft sigh escaped Pegasus. “Come on, give me your hand…”

Hesitantly, Pegasus lifted his hand a bit, just enough for Saabel to grip it and pull him up to his feet. Pegasus trembled, looking weak and tired, but managed to stay on his feet. Averting his eyes from the naked boy, Saabel found a towel and wrapped it around Pegasus, trying to be as respectful as he possibly could with him. Though he wasn’t exactly sure why. He had already seen his blood and his naked body in the bed, but it seemed different now. While he was forcing Pegasus to move away from the remnants of the cold water and out of the bathroom, he noticed it. The thin trickle of blood spinning down the drain. He shuddered.

Pegasus let himself be forced to sit on the edge of the bed where it was still clean. He wrapped the towel around himself tightly as they stared at each other for a moment. The room was still stifling; Saabel broke the gaze to go to the window and throw open the curtains. Gray light bathed the room. Pegasus squinted at it a bit. Saabel looked at him again and sighed quietly. Pegasus hadn’t noticed the clothes on the bed. Looks like I’m just gonna have to shove them in his face.

“Here.” Saabel said after long moments of silence. He held the folded clothes out to Pegasus who stared up at him with sad, confused eyes. “Take them. Your clothes are ruined. Take these.”

It was another few moments but Pegasus finally took them. He mumbled something quietly, too quiet for Saabel to hear. But he assumed it was a thank you and nodded shortly. Turning his back on the boy he looked about the room and decided to pick up remnants of the old clothes. There was a rustling behind, the sounds of clothing moving slowly to cover sensitive skin. Saabel felt oddly satisfied and picked up the bloody and torn pieces. Now what am I going to do with these?

“…I’m…I’m sorry, Saabel…” He said with a weak and hoarse voice. It was the first semi-coherent thing he had said. Saabel stared at him with the pieces in his hands. Pegasus sat, wringing his hands slowly.

“Sorry for what?” He asked after more silence. Pegasus’ head lowered and he shook more. Sighing Saabel returned to his task.

“…Saabel?”

“Yes?”

“…Can I have my shoes…and cowl…and staff?” He asked meekly. Saabel almost wanted to smile at the strange sense of childishness in the boy. And he probably would have if Pegasus wasn’t so disturbed now.

“Sure, don’t see why not.” Saabel answered. He crossed to the chair and gathered the boy’s things. Pegasus thanked him, a little louder than last time. Taking the things, he pulled on the boots and started to lace them up. By the time he was pulling the cowl onto his shoulders, Saabel had decided to toss the remnants in the closet. That should do it. “There.”

“…I’m sorry Saabel…” Pegasus said again. There was a strange tone in his voice. Saabel sighed almost angrily.

“Why the hell are you sorry?” Saabel demanded, wheeling about, only to get a horrific surprise.

Pegasus stood on the ledge of the large window. The wind whipped at his cloak and hair. He cradled his staff in trembling hands. They both knew what was coming next. The fall was long and hard, landing in the mist that surrounded the castle. There was no such thing as survival. Saabel took a hesitant step towards him, almost as though he was unsure of what he was seeing. “..Pegasus, get off of there.”

“I’m sorry Saabel…it wasn’t my intention to make you mad…” Pegasus said meekly. Saabel blinked. There were tears on his cheeks again. “Fire will not answer…none of them will…I’m sorry…”

“…You don’t have to be.”

“Yes…yes I do…I couldn’t say yes…they won’t answer…I hurt them…I couldn’t say yes…I’m so sorry…” And with that, tears streaming from his eyes and trembling, he fell.

“Hey!!!” Saabel yelled. He stared out of the window and down below. There was no sign of the boy. At all. Nothing. He must’ve fallen so fast. Saabel’s stomach knotted at the thought and he sank down by the window, silent. It was hours, till the light started to fade and replaced by a horrid darkness, that someone came to the room. Someone Saabel felt suddenly scared to see.

“Saabel?” Nadil asked. There was a hint of surprise and amusement on his face. “What are you doing down here?” Saabel didn’t answer, refused to look Nadil in the face. There was a low growl coming from Nadil now, half from Saabel’s silence and half from the fact that Pegasus was not on the bed. “…Where is he Saabel?”

“…Gone.”

“Gone?! What do you mean by gone?!” Nadil hissed. The clawed fingers almost broke the skin as he pulled Saabel off the floor to glare at him. “What did you do Saabel!?”

“I didn’t do it, I swear Nadil.” pleaded Saabel. There was fury in Nadil’s eyes and Saabel felt an unfamiliar fear tighten around him. Nadil wouldn’t hit him now, would he? “I swear Nadil…it wasn’t me…”

“Then where is he!?”

“…He fell…” Saabel said. He looked almost sadly out the window. “He let himself fall…”

“Or you pushed him.” Nadil growled. Saabel trembled.

“No, no I didn’t!” Saabel cried. It hurt a bit to be shoved back into the wall. He let himself sink down to the carpet, a small amount of trembling going through him. “I swear…he, he let himself fall!” Nadil growled some more.

“Saabel…”

“No!! I mean it!! I didn’t do it!!” Saabel yelled. He surprised at the loudness of his own voice; so was Nadil. “He fell!! The kid’s mind was destroyed! He was broken, insane!! Desperate for something that I don’t know!! So he let himself fall out the window!! I swear it, he was a broken soul!!”

Tears threatened to fall from his gold eyes. He threw his gaze down at the floor because he didn’t want Nadil to see. Demons were not suppose to cry, after all. Saabel cursed himself softly for wanting to let them go. He held them back but it took so much effort. He wanted to cry very badly. Pegasus had killed himself, Nadil was angry. He didn’t know why he wanted to cry but he didn’t. Mumbling, he repeated it to himself over and over. Just a broken soul. That’s what the purity had become. Nothing but something broken, too broken to fix. He was just too broken, it wasn’t my fault that it got to his head and he killed himself. He was too broken, he was disturbed. It wasn’t my fault…

“…No I suppose you didn’t. You aren’t like that, are you Saabel?” Nadil asked. Saabel blinked as he pulled Saabel up against his chest. “Are you Saabel?”

“…No…” he managed. Nadil smiled down at him and trapped his wrists in a vice grip. “…I’m not like that…”

“I think that’s what I like about you. Besides you in general…and those golden eyes of yours.” Nadil smiled, almost absently. “You have such intoxicating eyes, Saabel.”

“…You’ve told me before…”

“Mmm, true, but of course, it’s a fact, Saabel.” Nadil said. He pressed his lips against the pale wrist, the fangs pressing hard enough through the parted lips to cause the smallest amount of blood to seep from the skin. The tongue darted along the bloody skin, digging into the small cuts. It felt strangely good.

“Mmm…”

“Saabel?”

“…”

“Look at me Saabel.” Nadil ordered. He brought his gold eyes up to Nadil’s red ones. He could see his own reflection in those smiling eyes. Saabel felt suddenly very…wanted. “That’s better…” Fingers tangled in Saabel’s hair. “So he was broken?”

“….Mhm…a broken doll…you could say.” Saabel mumbled. Soft laughter came from Nadil’s throat.

“I suppose you’re right.” Nadil said when he calmed. He tightened his grip on Saabel, smiling. “But…then again…he wasn’t as experienced, or enjoyable as you, Saabel.” Saabel stared up at him, eyes wide and gleaming. Did he really mean that? Do you mean it Nadil?

“….You mean it…Nadil?” he asked meekly. Nadil grinned.

“Of course Saabel, you of all demons should know that my pleasure is not something I lie about.” Blushing slightly, he looked down at the floor. He felt timid, shaking somewhat. “You still don’t like it in here I wager?”

“…No.”

“You won’t mind if I take you somewhere else?” he asked. Nadil already knew the answer. He had known the answer for a while now.

“…Anywhere is better than here.” Saabel said softly. Again, he pulled Saabel from the floor, caught him his legs gave way. The faded light glinted off his teeth; Saabel wanted to smile at it. The dragging was smooth and easy. “Where are we going?” Saabel asked as Nadil’s hand rested on the door. Nadil smirked.

“As if you didn’t know.”

TBC

I personally loved writing this chapter. call me a sadist if you want but I thought Nadil made a perfect abuser for this chapter and trying to write his personality was fun. Saabel was probably a little ooc as compared to the manga but I couldn\'t help but make him a submissive with a thing for nadil. Creative license and all. As always read and review^^