Disclaimer: Welcome to my world! As always, here comes the disclaimer. You just can't live without those, can you? My stories are almost always fantasy based, (vampires and werewolves and angels, Oh my!) and this one is no different. This story holds strong BDSM themes as well as Slavery, polyamoury and romance. Mind you, my depiction of Slavery is *not* real life based, it is fantasy, my idea of what real slavery might be like in my fantasy world.
If you choose to get into the real world scene, do your research, make sure you have safewords and stay completely safe, sane, and consensual. The D/s world can be a wonderful thing when enjoyed safely, as kinks or as a lifestyle. That said, if none of the above bothers you, enjoy the fourth installment of "Slave to Love".
Eko woke to the slow even sound of Angel's breathing against the back of his neck. The arms of the other boy were gently wrapped around him, his body nestled between the soft feathers of Eko's wings, and the bright flame of his hair fanned out and mingled with the black and lavender of Eko's own tresses.
He didn't want to open his eyes, it was too warm and special, and he thought if he opened his eyes the spell would break and he'd be in some new hellish experience he couldn't even comprehend. A soft murmur escaped Angel's lips, tickling the edge of Eko's ear, and a sigh soon followed after that as he shifted and moved against Eko's back.
Something warm and firm pressed in against his rear, and Eko drew in a sharp breath as he heard the other boy moan softly, squirming a little against him. Hips began to rock, rubbing that hard length against Eko's ass, and after a moment listening to Angel's steady breathing, he realized that the other slave was still asleep. Some tender emotion whipped throughout Eko's heart, causing his breathing to stutter and freeze in his chest as he fought to remain still. Angel might stop if he woke him, and he didn't want him to stop for some unknown reason.
Precum slicked the passage of the young man's shaft as he slowly thrust himself against Eko's tender rump, and soon, each thrust began to rub against that part of him he'd never let anyone touch willingly before. Biting his lip hard, he tried vainly to stay quiet, his heart hammering in his chest as he fought to stay still. After a little while, though, it was too much for him to take and a low moan escaped his mouth.
That was enough to break the spell.
Angel stilled against him as he clawed his way to consciousness, murmuring unintelligibly for a moment before taking a deep breath and trying again. "Eko? Are you okay?" Angel's sweet voice was like music to Eko's ears, soothing and gentle.
He had to swallow hard twice before he could bring himself to answer, but finally he managed to get out a hoarse, "Yes." His throat still hurt from the night before, but it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.
Angel leaned up on his arms, looking down on Eko's heated and flushed face, frowning slightly, his hair all sleep-mused and his cheeks showing creases from the pillowcase. Understanding dawned on Angel after a moment when Eko couldn't help but squirm against him, and his cock slipped in the still slick passage, not even close to entering him, but intimate enough for the innocent angel.
"Oooh," Angel said, grinning slightly as he eyed Eko's face, which heated up further and turned a startling shade of crimson. He laid himself back down against the pillow, sliding his hand down along Eko's belly teasingly before gripping his cock, then hissed vehemently. "Damnit, I forgot he put that thing on you. I'm sorry, Eko, I can't make you feel better."
"S'okay." Eko's soft whisper was oppressive, his sadness weighing heavily on his heart. He turned his face into the pillow and sighed heavily, closing his eyes again and trying to block out the memory of what'd happened to him the last few days. It was hard, so hard for him. He'd never been any place like this, he'd never gone through such violence or pain or humiliation, and suddenly he was awash in all three.
Angel's hands began to slowly stroke along his body, one in his hair and the other along his belly. It was meant to be a soothing touch, but it only lit the fires of Eko's need and in so doing, caused him to whimper helplessly as his cock tried to swell in the confines of the chastity device his Master, evil man that he is, had put on him.
"Why do you love him so much?" Eko whispered, "He's ... he's so awful." A broken sob freed itself from his chest before he even recognized it was coming, as if his mind just couldn't keep up with all that had happened to him the last few days, numb to the needs and feelings of his body. "Why?" he said again, pain in his voice.
The other slave's sigh whispered throughout the room as he laid beside Eko and thought about the answer to this question. It wasn't a terribly hard question, but to explain it was near impossible, Angel didn't even really understand why he loved Master Daman himself.
"You know... you know how when you meet someone that acts real stupid? Thing is, no matter how dumb they act, you know that there's more to em?" Angel finally asked, and Eko nodded his head slowly. "Well, it's kinda like that with Master Daman. He acts like nothin' bothers him very much. He acts like he doesn't care, but I think even if he can't admit it to himself, that deep down he really does care. I think deep down he wants to love us, and take care of us, and that he wants to be loved too."
"Then why didn't you tell him you loved him too last night?" Came the whispered reply, as if the words could set a curse in motion if spoken to loud.
Angel was silent once more, thoughts swirling around in his head, until finally he let out a soft whimpered sigh and pressed his face in against the nape of Eko's neck. "Because I wanted to hurt him." He finally whispered, shame dripping from his voice.
Eko tried to shift away from Angel, wanting to turn so he could face the other boy, but he was laying on one of his wings. "Move just a moment." he asked, and Angel complied without a word until Eko was able to face him, his huge lavender eyes full of compassion and something else, some sweet emotion Angel couldn't put into words but touched his heart on some unnamed level none the less.
"Makes sense that you'd want to hurt him. He hurts you." Eko said logically, blinking those huge innocent eyes and then rolling his slight shoulders in a gentle shrug.
"Yeah, but it's wrong. You shouldn't hurt the people you love, no matter how much they hurt you."
Eko thought about that for a moment, chewing absently on his lower lip as his eyes contemplated the wall over Angel's shoulder, then finally he nodded his head hesitantly. "I guess you're right." He sighed, closing his eyes to mask the pain hidden there. "Do you think he really loves you?"
"No." The single word came immediately, and was devoid of any emotion, so hollow in fact that Eko didn't believe his ears so he opened his eyes once more and gazed into that beautiful face. What he saw there hurt him. Not like Daman hurt him, but it hurt his heart. Angel's eyes were black, devoid of anything, and he stared sightless for a moment before snapping out of it and offering a weak smile. "Why would he love me? I'm just a slave, a scarred and used up slave." He whispered, and Eko's heart tightened in his chest so hard he didn't think he'd be able to breath.
"You're lovable." he said, and when Angel looked doubtful he said it again with more conviction. "You are, you're lovable."
"Yeah? Who's gonna love me? Most people won't even look at me." he said, giving a harsh laugh.
"I look at you." The words came so soft, Eko wasn't certain he'd said them out loud, but when his eyes fluttered shyly up to Angel's face, his blush coming back with a vengeance, he saw the look that Angel gave him. It was another one of those painful looks, the kind of look you wish you hadn't seen, but you were glad that you did because it told so very much about a person. Angel's eyes were misted with tears, glittering in the pale light streaming in from the single barred window near the ceiling of the room. His adams apple bobbed numerous times as he swallowed, trying to get his vocal chords to work, and his face was pale with the effort it took to keep himself in check.
Angel brought one hand up to touch Eko's cheek, the fingers of that hand showing a fine tremor as his emotions tried to fight their way out, and the boy managed to keep them in, if only for a few moments more. Those trembling fingers brushed over Eko's cheek, gentle and tender as they moved down along his jaw, over his chin and then against the softness of his lips. Those lips parted at the touch, just a little, and Eko's tiny pink tongue darted out to lick at the fingertips gently as his eyes tried to tell Angel without words how he felt. A quick intake of breath was all he had in response to that little lick, but it was enough. He knew Angel liked him, he thought he did at any rate, or maybe he should say he hoped so.
Eko began to return the gesture, his hand sneaking upward to Angel's face, but he paused and spent a moment letting his fingers trail the outline of the raised scar, the one that branded Angel a whore. The boy's face began to crumple at the simple touch, but Eko didn't stop. His fingers trailed along that scar, taking it one letter at a time, slow and steady, and then moved up to the other scar and did the same there while the other slave tried to hold onto what little composure he had.
"They're ugly." He whispered, voice on the very verge of tears. Eko shook his head silently.
"Only because you hate them. I think... I think you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen."
"Why do you keep saying I'm beautiful? I'm not beautiful!" The sudden anger in Angel's words made Eko swallow hard, but he pressed on, shaking his head in denial. "Stop it! Stop!" The fingers against Eko's lips began to get warm, then flared into a sudden heat that caused him to yelp and pull back from the touch, eyes wide.
