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Contains the song 'Crawling by Linkin Park

A quiet day. One of many quiet days. Sunlight put it’s gentle hands upon a little, curled up form. He lay very still in the too large bed, looking far too small and lost in the sea of black sheets. His skin stood out far too much, a nearly ivory peach color, almost the pallor of death. Dark blue hair was all about him, flowing outward as if from the top of a mountain with only a few strands hanging onto that soft flesh. Startling black lashes lay upon cheeks that should have been plump with youth, but where instead slightly sink in with gauntness.

With a snap, the lashes lifted to unveil two large, deep blue eyes.

‘Crawling in my skin
‘These wounds they will not heal
‘Fear is how I fall
‘Confusing what is real’

Slowly, the boy sat up and pushed the sheets from his body. He slid off the bed, standing nude before the world, his form lithe and without age or hard lines. So many curves without harshness made for a beautiful creature, but his face took it all away. His large, heavily lashed eyes were blank, empty. Lifeless. They showed only the merest spark of anything when the door opened and another entered.

Tall and strong, he was the boy’s opposite. His body was hard and muscled, rippling under his darkly tanned skin. Cold brown eyes stared out from a fringe of equally dark hair, cut messily at his nape. His ears were elongated, each pierced several times, and there was a red triangular mark on each of his cheeks, starting under his eyes and arching with his cheeks. He was much larger than the boy, and the dark smile on his face only meant bad tidings as he spoke in a low voice of need.

“Fedeth, my love, come to me.”

‘There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
‘Consuming, confusing
‘This lack of self-control I fear is never-ending
‘Controlling, I can't seem…’

Fedeth moved immediately, his steps mechanical upon the cool marble floor. His companion’s eyes roved over the boy’s body with each individual motion, his smile growing with a sinister feel, but Fedeth did not seem to notice. Finally, he stood inches from the larger man. Without another word, the other leant down to envelope the younger male in a tight embrace, hands voyaging along the pale planes of flesh. The blue haired boy didn’t seem to notice until a sensitive spot brought out a soft gasp and the man smiled.

“Kya..” whispered the boy as the hands went on along his body, beginning to draw heat at every touch. A soft chuckle rumbled, muffled only by the skin of Fedeth’s neck where Kya placed gentle kisses.

‘To find myself again
‘My walls are closing in
‘I've felt this way before
‘So insecure…’

Back to the bed Kya drew his willing companion. Fedeth felt the fabric at his knees and fell back to sit, the other’s body bent over his own as Kya captured his lips, one large hand at the back of his head. A soft moan was muffled as the demon plunged his tongue inside the hot, wet cavern of Fedeth’s mouth, exploring as he had many times before. The boy’s hand reached up to cling on Kya’s shirt sleeve, helpless under the onslaught. And then the demon pulled back, trailing soft kisses along his jaw before licking lightly at the shell of the boy’s ear. Fedeth gasped softly, his eyes half open as his hand tightened on the fabric of the demon’s shirt. Kya chuckled softly before suddenly freezing and jerked away. Fedeth, confused at the action, looked up at the demon’s face, catching his breath as he could. Kya’s face was pulled into anger, nostrils flaired and brows turned harshly down as his mouth lifted into a snarl.

“You smell like that little bitch,” Kya hissed. Fedeth’s eyes went wide. “You’re fucking him, aren’t you?”

“No, never,” the boy whispered, fearful. “I-I didn’t touch Vincent, I swear…”

“Don’t you dare lie to me!” A smack resounded as Fedeth stared off, his head jerked to the side from the force of Kya’s slap and his face burning, bruise eminent. The only thing keeping him up was the demon’s other arm tightly wound about him.

‘Crawling in my skin
‘These wounds they will not heal
‘Fear is how I fall
‘Confusing what is real’

“Please,” Fedeth whispered as he turned to face his companion again, tears rolling down his face, “Vincent is innocent…”

“But you aren’t,” Kya growled, tightening his arm to a bruising pressure. His eyes were burning with rage. “You fucked him, you little whore!”

With a jerk, Kya slung the smaller male into the middle of the bed. Fedeth bounced, wincing as he landed on his arm, but quickly righted himself just in time to feel Kya’s body slam onto his own. The demon pressed him down ruthlessly, shoving the boy’s legs apart as Fedeth begged him to calm down. Kya merely slapped him across the face again.

“You want to be a whore?! I’ll treat you like a whore!”

‘Discomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon me
‘Distracting, reacting
‘Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
‘It's haunting, how I can't seem…’

Hours later, Kya left. In his place was a battered, bloody form laying within mounds of black fabric. The blue haired male would have sobbed, but his eyes refused to tear and his throat to vocalize. He had screamed enough for it to be raw and his eyes hurt too badly. Fedeth couldn’t even move, his body exhausted and too injured to even think of it without crying out in pain.

The door to the room opened suddenly, hitting the wall with a loud slam as a small form raced inside, water and cloth held tightly to his chest. The small boy climbed up onto the bed and settled himself next to Fedeth, carefully putting the bowl of water down as to make sure it didn’t topple, and dipped one of the cloths into it. Being as gentle as he could, the boy began to lightly dab away blood from the other’s face. Fedeth’s eyes fluttered open and he turned to look at his nurse.

‘To find myself again
‘My walls are closing in
‘I've felt this way before
‘So insecure…’

“Vincent,” he whispered, his voice rough and sore sounding. The boy bit lip, his emerald eyes filling with worry. Soft, silver bangs fell into his face, the rest pulled back at his nape and hanging to pool around his feet as he sat on them. His little face was one of a cherub, young and plump with that youth, a child’s face framed with silver. Long, elegant ears finished the boy, the same kind as Kya possessed.

“Shh,” the boy whispered, one small finger lingering on the blue haired male’s lips. “Rest, Master. Let me heal you.”

Quietly, Vincent tended to each and every hurt on Fedeth’s body with a loving care, saying nothing of them. Then he left to put away the bowl and cloth. Fedeth lay on his bed, staring after the young demon. He was afraid for a moment that he would be left alone, but the boy quickly returned and went to the dresser to retrieve a nightgown. Vincent helped Fedeth into the gown, his skillful hands making it easier on the older boy. Then the demon began to pull the other boy from the bed, intending to lead him away.

“Vincent, where-”

“I will not have my master sleep on a soiled bed,” Vincent said softly, but the disgust was very noticeable. Fedeth didn’t argue.

‘Crawling in my skin
‘These wounds they will not heal
‘Fear is how I fall
‘Confusing what is real’

After putting his master to bed in the best of the guest rooms, Vincent made his way out to do the rest of his duties around the main house. However, something stopped him. A scent in the air, very well known even without it’s latest appearance. The little demon felt his body tense for a fight, his thin brows forking hard. He could feel the growl begging to be let from his throat. But he had to control himself. He was but a child and that scent belonged to a full grown man.

“Good evening, Master Kya,” Vincent managed, though he could hear his voice cracking with rage. The older demon was leaning up against an adjacent room, eyes laughing at the boy’s pathetic show.

“Hello, Vincent,” Kya returned with a smirk on his lips. Vincent stayed where he was, forcing his face to become ice, but his green eyes still smoldered.

‘Crawling in my skin
‘These wounds they will not heal
‘Fear is how I fall
‘Confusing…Confusing what is real’

“You hurt my master,” Vincent growled. Kya laughed.

“As only he deserved it for touching a classless thing like you,” he sneered. Vincent jerked as if hit. He was the cause of his master’s beating? The little demon boy took a step back, his eyes going wide as he stared at Kya’s laughing face. How…?

He remembered. Nights sneaking into his master’s room when he was sure the angel slept. Touching, caressing that pale skin, soothing his fevered brow from nightmares…daring to kiss those soft lips…

“What have I done,” Vincent whispered in horror.

Kya’s smile turned sinister as he drew nearer to the stunned boy.

“More than enough to warrant punishment.”

‘There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
‘Consuming...
‘Confusing what is real
‘This lack of self-control I fear is never-ending
‘Controlling...
‘Confusing what is real’

He lay still on the cold marble floor, pale lashes laying on his cheeks as blood flowed down his skin, small puddles of the red liquid all about his body. There were splatters upon the walls and dents where he had hit them, matching up with the purple, blue, green, and yellow marks appearing on his flesh. His heaving, jerking breath was the only sound before he allowed himself shuttering sobs. He didn’t notice the presence of another until he felt wet cloth against his cheek, wiping at a bloody scratch. Vincent’s emerald eyes snapped open.

“Master,” he uttered without sound. Fedeth smiled lovingly down at him.

“Shh,” he murmured, stroking his finger down Vincent’s undamaged cheek. “Let me take care of you this time.”

Vincent slowly let his abused lips lift into a small, sad smile as his eyes drew closed again, letting him drift into unconsciousness. Fedeth’s smile fell, and sadness filled his eyes.

“I’m sorry, my dearest Vincent…”

End