A/N: I've been thinking (Yes, amazing, isn't it

A/N: I've been thinking (Yes, amazing, isn't it? I think sometimes.) And, as you may have noticed, Lustful Bonds is nearing its end. A few more chapters and the end, I think. And so I've decided to start a brand new, super smutty novel-fic. And, guess what, it's gonna have hot non-con! I know some of you don't like that, but too bad, Kittens.

Oh! Speaking of kittens! We found three new week-old kitties under our house! One's black, one's grey, and one of them I got outside after it jumped under again. But they are so cute! This first chapter is dedicated to them! Fuzzy Ball, Moldy Taco, and Werekitty!

Ahem…Now, this story is going to be a bit similar to the manga Prisoner (I forget who wrote it…Koan, maybe…) The one with the cop and two robbers, not the other one. It will include the pairings Arty/Male OC, Butler/Male OC and, of course, Arty/Butler. I know I haven't finished Lustful Bonds yet, but let's just say it takes place after it, alright? Not a sequel, per say, but Arty and Butler are together.

ARTEMIS IS SIXTEEN! Just making that clear so that no one asks me. Can get rather annoying if I'm asked ten times.

And Raelin Lupin, I guess this doesn't have to count as part of our deal, but I still want a review.

Disclaimer: What a fucked up children's series Artemis Fowl would be if I owned Arty and Butler. But I do own my originals and the plot, if it exists.

Artemis Fowl the Second was in a very good mood. It was the last day of the semester at St. Bartleby's, he had passed all his classes with the highest grade in his class, as usual, and in less than an hour, he would be back in Butler's arms for two solid months. Longer, if he had anything to say on the matter.

Artemis smirked to himself, thinking of the last time he had seen the bodyguard. They had spent hours together in the boy's dorm room, the same room he sat in now, until several students, and teachers, had been drawn to the room by the noises they were making, and someone had realized that Artemis did not have a roommate. It had been extremely lucky that they had all taken the hundred-euros Butler had offered them.

But that had been nearly three months ago, and the teen's body was aching for his lover, becoming aroused at the smallest thought of his perfectly toned body. Oh yes, it had been far too long.

Artemis licked his lips, a hand trailing down across his inner thigh through his pants. He glanced at the clock, and smiled. He had time for one quick orgasm. Just to tide him over for the next hour, until he and his bodyguard could feign car trouble and stop at a hotel.

Smiling to himself, he laid back, unzipping his pants, moaning softly as he began to stroke his already hardening organ.

It was then that the phone rang.

Artemis would have been angry, but as there was only one person who knew the number, he smirked, pressing the phone to his ear.

"Hello, Butler." He purred breathlessly. "Can you guess what I'm doing right now?"

The soft, delicious chuckle he knew too well greeted his words. "You have always been impatient, Artemis."

Artemis smiled, gasping as he rubbed the head slowly. "How far away are you?"

"I'm here."

"Oh…" He beamed, reluctantly releasing his grasp on himself. "Then I suppose I can wait for you. I'll be down in a second." He snapped the phone shut, standing and zipping his pants quickly. He picked up his small bag, containing several books, and locked the room behind him. He took the elevator, tapping his foot impatiently as it took far too long to reach the bottom floor, nearly running outside once the elevator had shuttered to a stop.

He smiled as he saw the silver Bentley, parked ten feet from the door. The windows were tinted, of course, but the license plate was the same, and he could see the hulking outline of the manservant.

He hopped into the car, setting his bag aside. "Oh Butler…" He whispered, turning to look at the man. "I've missed you so much."

But then he froze. Because the giant in the driver's seat was not Butler. It was another man, one he had never seen before in his life.

"Yeah." Said a voice from the back seat. "I've missed him, too."

Artemis reached for the door handle, but before he could so much as grasp it, he felt a cloth being pressed over his nose and mouth.

Chloroform….

Artemis choked, and struggled, trying desperately to break free. But it was no use, and he soon found himself unable to move, unable to speak.

I should have thought… He mused, the darkness eating away at his consciousness. I should have thought. I should have thought. I should have…

The silver Bentley pulled away from St. Bartleby's School, pulling onto the main road.

"Mr. Skylar…" The muscular man growled. "Are you sure this will work? This boy has been spoiled his entire life."

The man in the back seat smirked. "Don't worry. By the time I'm done with him, he'll be a perfect, obedient little slut."

A/N: Le gasp! Does that smell like a plot? No? Oh well, must have been the sugar messing with my sense of smell. Anyways, I need a bit of help with this one. I require some ideas for what Arty should suffer. No, I'm not talking about how long he should suffer, blah blah blah. I mean methods of torture, and ways to make him submit. Fun, huh?

(You get a new chapter when I get…10 reviews, okay? That's more than fair, as 32 of you have me on Author Alert.)

Oh yeah, and if any of you live in the Miami, Florida area…Want a baby kitten?