Summary: It was a game basically. A sick twisted game were the boggan would tease, caress that bulge in between Ronin's thighs, in hopes of leaving the Leafman moaning, gasping out his name.

Parings: Ronin/Mandrake

Spoilers: Set before the Storyline plot of the movie.

Warnings: Male/Male Slash Yaoi

The wicked Game

Stupid. How plain idiotic of him. Stupid. Reckless. A pathetic excuse for a General. All these insulting words raced through the mind of Ronin. He kept repeating them over and over, thinking so very lowly of himself, as his gaze lazily focused on the ground. His head hunged low in the darkness that surrounded him. Arms were raised high above his head. Wrists were securely held by some type of strong vines, and so were the feet. Or so he had guessed hours ago when his eyes had opened to notice restrictions against his beaten up body.

Merely hours ago, Ronin had been running errands through the forest, and was out patroling, when a stupid idea had crossed his mind. There had been many attacks throughout Moonhaven by the boggans. They were getting more frequent each passing month. And as the General of the Leafmen, it was his duty to protect queen Tara and his people. Something needed to be done, so on came the brilliant thought of speaking to Mandrake. Personally.

Ronin would head out, to seek Mandrake and have a serious conversation. Persuade him of a truce. Perhaps come to some arrangements, offer something in return to leave Moonhaven and the forest alone. How mistaken he was when he had arrived to the boggan's lair. Ronin had expected to meet Mandrake right away. Instead he was made to wait, and knocked out unconscious by surprise. No matter how alert the General had been, he was tricked and now here he was, locked in who knew where and securely held by strong unknown plants.

He knew from the the beginning, he shouldn't had come to the lair alone, yet he knew there was no way his men would accept such a sudden reckless plan. He too, would not put the life of his mean at steak. Though he had to try this plan, at least on his own.

How stupid he had been. Now he was held captive, most likely he would be tortured or killed in the most painful way. And so he waited...and waited. Waited for his destined death. Ronin's body had already grown numb, from being forcefully still for long hours.

His tiresome gaze was lazily focused on the floor. Stomach protested quietly, evident, his body now needed food. As for his mouth, the lips were dry. His throat ached each time he swallowed saliva. How much longer would he be here? His body would surely grow weaker and weaker by the minute. Just when he thought his eyes had fairly adjusted to the darkness, a dim light entered the room.

Ronin's head raised up slightly as he heard faint steps approach him, cracking the dry land. Ronin's eyes slowly trailed up, at the tall body before him, meeting the gaze of Mandrake himself. The boggan smirked as soon as their gazes met. Ronin couldn't help but ask, knowing his voice would surely come out as a crack.

"Why the...smile...?"

Mandrake's smirk widened, head tilted curiously to one side.

"Is it not obvious? Seeing you here, having you this way Ronin, its like a wish came true..."

Ronin had to raise an eyebrow at those words, carefully choosing the right words to reply with.

"This? and I thought taking over the forest was your most desired wish."

At that remark, Mandrake chuckled quietly. He casually kept approaching his prisoner, as he spoke.

"Oh it is one of many. I am happy to inform you, you have fulfilled one. Having the General of the Leafmen...in my grasp."

And he hated that. To have made happy this monster? Ronin's heavy gaze had turned that into a glare.

"And what now? What will you do with me next?" Ronin regrettably had to ask. He was sick and tired of waiting. If he was going to be killed, he would go down with a fight. If he was going to be tortured, he would not scream and give in to their pleasure.

"You know, I actually do have some ideas in mind. None which you will like of course." Mandrake had started circling the other as he spoke. His stare falling down on the General, eyeing up and down his body.

"Nothing good ever comes from you." Ronin spoke quietly. He had almost muttered to himself. His pale blue eyes had followed the other's movements.

"On that you might be right. Your fellow soldiers will surely be here any minute, for your rescue. Why not spend a little quality time together, have a bit of fun while they get here, hmm?"

Mandrake had stopped his lazy walking, to stand right beside Ronin. His hand had stretched to brush over to Ronin's chest. A small, but sharp claw, slowly ripped the shirt, slicing it open, to reveal a well toned torso. Ronin's eyes had followed the movement. His body tensed as fresh air hit his exposed chest. He was noticing that his armor had been removed, and left only in vulnerable clothes. The next words that came from him, he had regreted them quickly.

"What...what is your definition of fun?"

The Boggan chuckled, moving the claw slowly down, reaping the rest of the fabric open to reveal his abdomen. He leaned his head to Ronin, to almost whisper against his ear. All four claws

brushed from his abdomen, to drag them upwards to his chest.

"Oh you really don't want to know..."

Ronin hissed as he felt those claws. Dark red marks were now formed, small drops of blood oozed from the cuts. Mandrake's palms had moved over to pull his shirt further off to expose more of the General's upper body. One tiny claw now caressed his shoulder.

"I'll tell you my definition of it anyway. You see my fun..."

Mandrake stopped in mid sentence to pause. His claw had made a tiny scrape across Ronin's right shoulder, making the other wince slightly.

"My fun...usually involves...pain..."

He continued to speak as he eyed and decide where to place his claw next. The tip of the sharp claw slowly trailed down his collarbone to stop it on the chest. Ronin's eyes followed every move he could.

"...discomfort..."

The claw had made a sudden move to cut in deep, and drag down quickly, resulting in a large deep cut, leaving Ronin trembling and gasping in pain.

"And perhaps even...pleasure..."

There was a wide grin on the boggan's lips, once those words were spoken. Ronin's eyes had opened up wide, not sure of what he heard. The burning sensation from his chest, was not allowing him to focus completely. When he felt thick lips on that bleeding cut, licking and sucking the blood away, that is when he jerked his body. Away from the other as much as possible as he could.

"Don't...touch me..." Ronin did his best to glare at the boggan before him. His breathes had slightly increased. Mandrake sneered in return, a hand had quickly reached out to grasp his neck.

"Don't you tell me what to do..." His fingers tightened around Ronin's neck, starting to squeeze. Ronin groaned and attempted to shook his head from the grip. The other free hand, Ronin had noticed, was roaming down to caress his abdomen. One small claw began to rip the fabric of his trousers. Ronin quickly squirmed and struggled once more. Mandrake had leaned in his face close to the other, watching in amusement Ronin's worried expressions.

The claw had managed to reveal part of Ronin's hips, fingers slowly pulled the trousers slightly down. The grip on Ronin's neck had tightened, keeping his struggles minimal. He stared intently at the monster, his eyes almost pleading him to stop whatever the other had in mind. He could not speak. Dared not to speak. Any sudden move from him would have those claws cut away his bruising neck.

Mandrake's claw had trailed down to his thigh, or so Ronin had noticed. Leg squirmed and did its best it could as the sharp thing digged in into the skin. The boggan smirked, enjoying how the other groaned and hissed, his yellow fangs showed, tongue had roamed out to lick his thick lips as a devious thought crossed his mind.

The claw had left Ronin's thigh, to now brush it against his inner thigh. His fingers shamelessly moved to ghost over the other's crotch. Ronin's complete body froze. He instinctively tugged on his wrists, hard, hoping to break free from the material holding him. Ronin had glared once more at Mandrake, his voice a quiet growl.

"Don't you...dare..."

Mandrake's smirk, had disappeared. He pulled away slightly only to slap him across the face. Claws had brushed intentionally to Ronin's cheek, making him groan, leaving three bleeding scratch marks behind.

"Don't you dare me to anything. In fact, I give you my word, you will quite enjoy this..." There was that smirk again, as he spoke those words. One Ronin did not like at all. He had to close his eyes momentarily to block out the stinging sensation his cheek was giving him, and because he did not want to see that...face.

There was that palm again, on his groin, only moving to gently rub and add pressure to it this time. He would not give the pleasure to Mandrake of seeing him give in, and so he squirmed, shaking his hips to move away.

"Don't..."

Mandrake did not budge, nor did the hand move away. Gentle caresses were still given to his crotch when, the moving around of the other, finally annoyed him. There was another sudden blow to Ronin's head. Harder this time, sending Ronin's face quickly to one side. Ronin coughed and gasped. The taste of blood upon his tongue, making him spit out the metal taste.

Will be continued...

Part ! the end...