"Come on…stay awake…"

Vaughn tried his hardest to remain conscious. He had so much work to do and so little time to finish. Running a livestock dealership wasn't easy, especially if you were starving…and hadn't slept in two days. But that wasn't going to stop him from working. He owed it to his customers to keep his dealership running smoothly.

It was late at night and most of Vaughn's employees had already gone home. Only a handful decided to work overtime with their boss, finishing up piles of paperwork. Vaughn himself was down to one of the last piles when he spied a small, folded red note under the stack. He wasn't very surprised to find something like this, many of his female employees tried to grab the cowboy's attention with little perfumed notes placed daintily on his desk and on his office door. They were nice women, but Vaughn wasn't interested in any of them; for one, he didn't like to mix work and personal life, on the other hand, they just weren't his type. It's not like the cowboy wasn't interested in girls, no, he spent many nice times with the opposite sex, but sometimes he preferred to be alone.

Vaughn eyed the paper curiously though. No one had entered his office, and usually the love notes he got had flower patterns or glitter on them; this was just plain. He shrugged off his suspicion and wearily unfolded the paper. There were no flowers or glitter, just a simple message:

"I'll be coming soon, pretty boy."

He read it over and over. "…pretty boy?" Vaughn rolled his eyes and shrugged it off, throwing the paper in the trash. He rubbed his temples; maybe he could get some rest before the next stack of papers. Vaughn felt his eyes getting heavier as he rested his head on his arm, quickly falling asleep.

Vaughn awoke with a start. A strange, yet intoxicating aroma wafted into his office, causing his stomach to go wild with hunger. He tried to think, this was such a familiar smell…

"…Curry?"

His stomach seemed to be leading him to the kitchen, still in a daze. Curry wasn't one of his particular favorites, but Vaughn would eat anything now, even…carrots.

He stopped at the edge of the hallway, peering cautiously into the kitchen. Strange…He thought. No one was there, there were no pots left, no cookware, nothing left out. Vaughn stepped into the kitchen, and out of the corner of his eye, spied something.

A lone plate of steaming curry and rice.

He made no attempt to eat it, just stared at it. Vaughn looked around. He didn't see anyone , and he was sure his employees would be smarter than to leave their food unprotected…or at least without a label.

Vaughn would have taken it for himself, and he was about to, when he heard small noises coming from the other doorway. Footsteps…

Vaughn watched the intruder's feet enter the doorway. His eyes couldn't help but widen at the sight.

A somewhat small boy stepped into the room, inspecting the "treasure" he had in his hands. He was sporting somewhat tight burgundy pants, and a black and silver patterned vest that seemed to shine just like stars. But the one feature Vaughn couldn't believe was his long silver hair…just like his.

The boy spied Vaughn out of the corner of his piercing red eyes, grinning. "Why hello there, pretty boy."

"Pretty boy?" Vaughn eyed the man questioningly. "So, it was you who left me that note. Who are you?" he asked, moving closer to the suspicious character.

"Ahahaha…" He gave a deep bow. "I, my good man, am Phantom Skye, perhaps you've heard of my many escapades.?"

Vaughn had indeed heard of Phantom Skye, the notorious thief that warned his victims ahead of time, often leaving strange clues, like curry. He was famous in Forget-Me-Not Valley, and rumors had spread that he was tired of what the small village had to offer, or didn't have to offer, and decided to try and make it big in the city.

"Yeah, I've heard of you, Skye."

"It's always nice to have fans, don't you think, pretty boy?" He heard footsteps coming in the distance. "But alas, I must leave, I'll try to visit again."

Skye started to run, but Vaughn was one step ahead. He grabbed the thief by the collar and had him pinned to the wall, his hand hoisting Skye's wrists above his head, making him drop his loot.

"You're not going anywhere, Phantom."

They were pressed closely together, they were able to feel each other's breath. Skye's eyes unknowingly wandered, drinking in every inch of the cowboy. His black and brown attire suited him, with his hat topping off the ensemble perfectly. Skye heard the footsteps getting closer, and acted fast.

"What, cowboy? Do you think you can tame me?"

Vaughn stepped back, loosening his grip on the thief, and Skye took this opportunity to sprint towards the exit. Vaughn snapped out of his daze to see the shadow of the Phantom descend down the hallway towards the stairs, while the employees entered the kitchen, huffing and panting. One of them was a frail elderly women, crying.

"Sir! Did you see Phantom Skye? He stole this women's jewelry!"

Vaughn didn't respond. He ran after Skye, knowing exactly where he was headed.

The front door to the ranch.

When he got there, the heavy doors were already opened, but he could tell Skye had trouble with them because he was still on the ranch. He stood at the door, reaching slowly for some rope hanging on the side. He's not getting away… Skye was halfway down the ranch when he heard Vaughn coming after him, lasso in hand. Vaughn tossed the lasso. It didn't miss a beat as it hovered over Skye and dropped on him, pinning his arms to his sides and dragging him to the ground. Vaughn kept a tight hold as he tied the rest of the rope around Skye.

"Did you really think you were going to get away, Skye?"

"…Impressive, I must say."

It was only a couple of minutes before the police came, but it felt like years for Skye. He had sat there, Vaughn towering over him, eyeing him every second. It was unnerving, to say the least.

The officer climbed out of his cruiser and couldn't help but laugh at the sight. "Well, well ,well. It looks like the Phantom has finally been caught! I wouldn't have expected anything less from you, Vaughn!"

Vaughn shrugged. "He's a menace to society"

Ouch…

The policeman hoisted Skye up roughly. "Come on, and don't worry, they'll treat you real nice in jail."

Skye shot one last look at the cowboy, which made Vaughn think. That boy was pretty young, he shouldn't have to go through jail. Besides, Vaughn could think of worse things to do to him anyway…

"Sir"

"Yeah, Vaughn?"

"…Let me take him off your hands. He's just a kid. I'll straighten him out."

The policeman thought it out, then decided it was probably the best thing to do for him. "Alright, I'll hand him over to you. But if he causes anymore trouble, we won't be so lenient. I'll call the station and tell them."

He pulled Skye up and handed his restraints to Vaughn, both of them snickering. The officer laughed. "You're in for a good one, Skye!" he said, climbing into his cruiser. As he drove away, Vaughn heaved Skye up and dragged him through the cold mud towards the barn. As Skye shivered from the cold, Vaughn smirked. "You know, Phantom, you shouldn't have put me up to the challenge."

Vaughn used his free hand to unlock the barn, still keeping his other hand gripped tightly on Skye's restraints. They entered the farmhouse. Inside, the cattle and horses slept peacefully in their stalls, quietly awaiting morning. The two made their way to the very end of the barn. They stopped in front of the last stall; a broken, worn out pen, filled with old, dried out fodder and chipping walls.

Vaughn pushed the delinquent inside, walking in after him. Skye laughed. "Stables aren't really my thing. I'd prefer at least a 2-bedroom, 2-bath apartment, can we see some other lots?"

"Wise ass…"

Skye's stomach growled and he sighed, wishing he had eaten his masterpiece from before. "Starving? Let me help you…" Vaughn saw this as the perfect start to the boy's punishment. He ran his fingers through Skye's hair, somewhat enjoying it's softness (but he wouldn't let Skye know that), and clenched it tight, making Skye yelp out in pain. He jerked his hand upward, then plunged the thief's face into the crusted fodder. Skye coughed maliciously, the dry feed was enough to scar the skin. After a few moments Vaughn let Skye up, feeling accomplished. He locked the gate behind him as he left Skye to simmer in his stall.

As he was beginning to leave, however, something strange happened to Vaughn. Skye's stomach roared, and a soft groan escaped his lips. A sound that when it reached Vaughn's ears, it sent a shiver throughout his entire body. He warily glanced back at Skye, who had already fallen asleep, and shook any thoughts out of his head. He's a crook, nothing more… Furious with himself, Vaughn headed home. "Home" being the second story room he stayed in above his dealership. He believed that since he was only one man, he didn't need a big house to stay in, so he converted one of the empty storage rooms into a simple living arrangement. It wasn't much, but he didn't care. Vaughn locked the barn door behind him, watching the moon disappear behind the dark clouds.

Vaughn always knew when there would be a storm coming. Whenever he woke up in a good mood, it always meant bad weather, and today the rancher was in a good enough mood to almost smile. Almost. He got up from his bed and stretched, looking out the window. Black, ominous clouds stretched across the sky. He figured he could get work done before the rain.

Vaughn jumped in the shower and quickly got dressed. He headed downstairs, ate some leftovers for breakfast, and started some paperwork in his office. No one else was there that day; they wouldn't be back for about a month. This was the month of the Harvest King, so most of his workers were out of the country, visiting relatives and taking part in the festivities across the globe. Vaughn hadn't been in touch with family in ages, so there was no reason for him to go anywhere. Normally the dealership would have been closed down, but Vaughn believed work was more important.

He would have totally forgotten about Skye if he hadn't taken a break to tend to the livestock. Vaughn entered the barn and made his way down the rows of animals, each one seeming happy that he had come. He had just finished replacing some food when he saw Skye's stall. When he walked over, Skye was well awake, tugging at his restraints. Vaughn unlocked the stall and pulled Skye up so his ear was close to Vaughn's mouth.

"It's going to rain today, so I'll let you use the guest room above the dealership for just this one night."

"Oh, how generous…"

"Damn straight."

Vaughn walked Skye towards the door, not expecting any of what would happen next. Skye's restraints were worn after spending half the night trying to escape. He jerked back, breaking the final strand of the ropes, and sending the cowboy flying.

They landed with a thud in the warm hay, faces inches from each other. Vaughn glared straight at Skye, who only smirked in response.

"Cowboy, you can get off me now."

Skye arched his leg and kneed Vaughn in the stomach, making him fall backwards. He coughed hard as Skye made a break for the door. Vaughn slowly reached down to his waist, taking out his secret ace in the hole.

Click

Skye stopped dead in his tracks, slowly raising his hands. Vaughn aimed the gun for Skye's head, still shaking from the attack. Throughout the Phantom's life as a world renowned thief, he had never encountered someone like Vaughn. Other victims felt that since Skye was rather young, there was no reason to attack him so aggressively. But Vaughn was different. Vaughn didn't play games. Vaughn didn't care about how young or how naïve Skye was. He was a criminal, and that was all he needed to know.

Vaughn regained his strength and stood up, keeping the gun firmly pointed at Skye's head. He crept closer, a devilish smile spreading across his face. Skye trembled. Could he really die? Now? If he made a run for it…if he turned to attack Vaughn…would he shoot? For once in his life he was afraid. Did I push the cowboy too far? he thought.

He felt as though he had to ask. "I-Is it loaded?"

Vaughn chuckled. He slowly perched his head on Skye's shoulder, making him shudder in response. Vaughn had to admit he liked that shudder, the pulsating fear circulating throughout Skye's body. Vaughn pushed the gun through Skye's hair, touching the back of his head. His laugh kept growing darker as his finger pulled back on the trigger…

Click.

"I would have thought you were smarter than that, Phantom."

Skye dropped to his knees, panting heavily. Vaughn hid his empty gun back in his vest and grabbed the Phantom by the collar. Raindrops could already be heard pounding on the barn roof. "Hmm…it's already raining." he said as he hoisted up and dragged the empty shell of a Phantom towards the dealership.

Skye tried to shake the day's incident out of his mind as he sat on the bed in the small spare room. It was kind of cramp for his taste, but anything was better than the barn. The morning replayed in his head, over and over. "Why did I lose my cool?" he whispered. I would have never been so nervous if another person did such a thing, why…Him? He quickly snapped out of his trance when he heard a knock at his door.

The door opened and Vaughn stepped inside. "Hey…"

Skye seemed to regain his old self when he saw Vaughn. A powerful glare shot from his crimson eyes. "Oh, you again?

"Even convicts have to eat, you know."

There was a long pause as the two eyed each other. Skye became enraged with Vaughn's calm demeanor, as if nothing had happened that morning. He wanted to bring down that arrogant cowboy. From his mouth spewed something that he would soon regret deeply later on.

"You know, you're a disappointment. Everyone is afraid to come near you, and you know it. The only reason you asked to house me was because you're so desperate for another human being close to you. Every day you hide out in your office, don't you? You ignore the outside because it's afraid of you…and you're afraid of it, aren't you? You put on a tough face, but you're really nothing inside. No one wants anything to do with Vaughn. What a pity, really."

Skye was utterly proud of himself for making a comeback. He smirked and the cowboy and waited for a defeated expression to cover his face. However, nothing of the sort came. Vaughn looked the same, everything…except the eyes. His amethyst eyes had a new look to them. A look that belonged to the devil himself. Vaughn shut the door and moved closer to Skye. He stood his ground as best he could as the silver haired cowboy towered over him.

"Maybe you're right, and maybe…"

He seized Skye by the throat and pushed him down on the bed, making him cough vigorously. "Maybe you're just a stuck-up brat who needs to be taught a lesson." Vaughn laughed as Skye tried to push him off, yelling at him. "G-Get off! Stop!" he screamed, as Vaughn began to unbutton Skye's silver vest, exposing his black undershirt. He threw the vest on the floor, and proceeded to rip off the black shirt, tearing the fabric into two pieces that easily slipped of Skye's now bare chest.

"A-Ah! Hey stop!" Skye tried his hardest to get a hit on Vaughn. He thought he could send Vaughn reeling back with a good hit, but it was no use. It felt as though Vaughn was absorbing every ounce of strength Skye had before. He felt completely helpless as he repeatedly pounded on Vaughn's chest.

"I don't think you want me to stop. I think you like what I'm doing."

Vaughn took both of Skye's wrists in one hand and pressed them against the bedpost; the other hand reaching for the rope that he always carried in his belt, no matter what. He wrapped the strong rope around Skye's wrists and the bedpost and smiled down at his overpowered demeanor.

As Skye hopelessly tugged at his new restraints, Vaughn proceeded to undress himself. He took off his hat and tossed it in a corner, along with his shoes, socks and vest. His own black undershirt came next, which he heaved over his head and tossed carelessly aside, and his belt, which slid easily through the loops of his jeans. Finally the pants, and Skye's face turned dark red and he turned away. He heard the garments hit the floor as Vaughn regained his place on the bed. He hovered over the Phantom, smiling.

"Are you ready?"

"W-What?!"

Vaughn began to run his fingers through Skye's hair as he dipped down to seize the Phantom's ear. Skye gasped in surprise. "Stop, stop! I don't want…any of…nngh!"

Vaughn slipped his tongue into Skye's ear, repeatedly circling the outside. Skye continued to protest, all the while trembling with every touch. It was a new sensation for him. He had been with some women before, but this was a man. An aggressive, powerful one at that. He felt incredibly weak, but something else was stirring inside him. Skye's legs twisted from this new sensation.

Vaughn slowly dragged his wet tongue down from Skye's ear to his neck. He nipped at it before giving it a sharp bite. Skye tried to break away, the sharp rope cutting deeper into his skin with every movement. He cried out, losing his control little by little.

"A-Ahh! Please…don't!"

He couldn't believe the word "please" came from him. He felt pathetic, begging for his freedom.

Vaughn moaned softly into Skye's neck. His wet organ glided further down, and where he had played with Skye, a purplish mark appeared.

His nipples were next. Vaughn's tongue flicked at the left bud, while his hand moved down from the Phantom's hair to the other nipple. He chuckled as the soft skin grew harder between his fingers.

Skye couldn't help but moan at this feeling. Did he really like what was happening to him? No, it wasn't right for him. This was Phantom Skye, the famous master thief, and now he was being dominated by this bastard? No. Not at all. But…he couldn't stop what was happening in him. He felt defeated, disgusted with himself.

"Nnn…gah!"

"Do you like this, Phantom?"

"N-No!" Yes. He did.

Vaughn laughed. He wanted to see the Phantom squirm in ecstasy, to reel and arch at his very touch. And Vaughn would make sure he got his way. He slowly reached down, still focusing half his attention on one nipple, and gracefully unbuttoned Skye's pants. He slid his hand in them. Skye cried out as Vaughn played with the tip of his throbbing member through his underwear.

That new sensation was growing stronger with every touch. Every touch, every lick, every moan it grew. Skye felt his entire body shake when Vaughn pulled off his pants and underwear, exposing his pulsating length covered with sweat and precum. Vaughn couldn't help but groan at the sight, his own organ dripping with excitement.

He breathed hot air onto Skye. "Do you want me to?"

Skye could only moan.

"I'll take that as a yes."

No! No this isn't what I want! Stop! Skye wanted to shout, to scream. His body was no longer listening to him. It did what it wanted, and it wanted Vaughn to wrap his lips around his length, telling him that by arching fast when Vaughn kissed the tip. A thin sheet of sweat began to form on both men, Skye's just a little more. Vaughn began to engulf Skye's member, shaking with anticipation. He arched up, sending himself deeper into Vaughn's mouth. "Ugh…mmm…nyah!" Skye thrust repeatedly into Vaughn's mouth. Drool slipped from his mouth as he moaned louder, sweat now dripping from his head. His entire body turned red in a fervor of pleasure, completely forgetting his indifference in the beginning. His release was imminent

Vaughn worked his tongue over the Phantom's member, driving Skye over the edge. With one last thrust Skye came, crying out in ecstasy. He poured his seed into Vaughn's mouth, and Vaughn slowly slid off of his organ. Skye could only watch in horror and excitement at what Vaughn was doing next. They weren't done, not by a long shot.

With one hand Vaughn untied the rope, and Skye's wrists fell limply on the bed. He knew Skye wasn't going to run away; for one, he was too exhausted to move, and second, he knew Skye would like this.

Vaughn drenched his hand in Skye's semen and proceeded to turn Skye over on his stomach. He buried his face in the pillow; he didn't want Vaughn to see the look on his face. "P-Please…no more…"

Vaughn looked playfully surprised. "Why? This'll be fun, I promise."

"No! I don't want this anymore!"

"So, you wanted it before, hm?"

"No! That's not what I-"

Vaughn rubbed his soaked fingers around Skye's entrance before inserting one. The pain was overwhelming, and Skye screamed out, trying to move away from the finger. Vaughn brought Skye closer, shoving another digit into his tight warm entrance. Skye clenched his eyes and fists shut. He felt something wet and salty on the pillow. Tears? I'm…crying? He closed his eyes tighter as Vaughn began to scissor him, making the entrance a little wider. He could feel the tears forming in the corner of his eyes, falling down his cheeks. He was crying, and there was nothing he could do.

The rain grew heavier and pounded against the windowpane as the sky grew darker. It seemed to grow darker with every movement Vaughn made. One last stretch and Vaughn pulled out his fingers. Skye relaxed a bit, still keeping his eyes closed. When he thought it was over, Vaughn was just beginning.

Vaughn rubbed the excess semen over his eager length, wanting to get into Skye as soon as possible. He pressed the tip of his member to Skye's prepped entrance, then drove it hard into the Phantom. Skye cried out in utter turmoil. "Aah! No more! P-Please…I cant take it…"

Vaughn pounded hard into the weakened man. He leaned over Skye's back and whispered in his ear. "Well, I never knew the notorious Phantom Skye was so easy to dominate…"

Skye shuddered. It was true. Vaughn had won. He just wanted it to stop now. The pain was too much. "No! Stop!"

Vaughn repeatedly thrust inside him, groaning as his organ pushed in and out of Skye. 'Don't worry, you'll feel something good soon."

And he was right. Vaughn pounded Skye's sweet spot, making him moan a sweet cry. Vaughn paused.

"Well?"

Skye mumbled a response.

"I can't hear you."

"I…want…"

"You want what?"

"I…want more…"

Vaughn chuckled. "What a dirty little slut you are, Phantom!"

Skye started to believe it. He was a dirty slut, enjoying being raped by this man. Vaughn slammed into Skye's sweet spot over and over. He moved his hand forward and grabbed hold of Skye's member, needing attention.

"Ahh! Y-Yes!"

"Mmm…feel good?"

"So good…"

"I thought you'd like it…"

Vaughn kept in time with his movements as Skye followed, drowning in the pleasure Vaughn was so good at giving. His cries grew louder and more high-pitched as both men were nearing their release. Skye came first, screaming Vaughn's name and spilling his seed over Vaughn's hand. The hot sensation sent Vaughn coming too, giving a soft moan as he felt himself filling Skye.

The two stayed in their positions for awhile before collapsing on the small bed. The sheets were soaked with sweat and semen, but they didn't care. Skye shivered as Vaughn's semen seeped out of him. The strange sensation was dying down in both of them, and a strong desire to sleep overtook them. They lay in awkward silence for a minute, then Skye closed his eyes, completely ignoring Vaughn. Vaughn closed his eyes as well, but played with Skye's hair before falling into sleep.