Slave :: Beginning

Disclaimer: I'm only giving out one of these: I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS!!!

A/N: This started out as a kink fic I wrote for Schyra... but it's too good NOT to be on here! So far all but the four chapter have been written completely by me, and there are more to come! ^_^ No pun intended...


Lucia stared down at the five people in front of him. "Hmph… The girls goes down to the prison, maximum security…" he watched as the guards took Elie away. "The rest you can do or dispose of them as it pleases you… Except…"

The guards paused momentarily. "The Rave Master stay… he's mine to deal with," his men nodded, taking the rest of the prisoners and leaving. Only a wounded Haru Glory and his two guards remained. Lucia got off his throne and walked down to them.

Never once taking his eyes off of Haru, he ordered the guards to leave without any explanation. At first the guards looked like they were going to protest, but one glare from their leader told them better. They turned and hurried out of the room.

Haru looked up at Lucia with pain-filled, yet still defiant eyes. Even though he was unarmed and in no condition to fight, he wasn't ready to just give in to the blond without some sort of fight. Suddenly Haru was on the floor in a daze, a red mark the size and shape of Lucia's hand forming on his cheek. He raised his head, glaring at Lucia with all the hatred he could muster.

"You're so stupid, Rave Master! You thought you could beat me?" Lucia scoffed, picking him off of the floor by his silver hair. Haru let out a small yelp as his hair was tugged on, grabbing blindly at Lucia's hands. "Now your friends are going to die, and you… Well, I have special plans for you, Haru Glory…"

He smirked at the silver-haired warrior and pulled him to a side door that lead down a short hallway to his bedroom. Haru felt himself being thrown on a soft bed, though he cringed because every muscle in his body screamed in protest to the abuse. A few of his deeper wounds began to bleed again.

He twisted his head to glare at Lucia, only to find him much too close for comfort. Lucia flipped him over and crawled on top of him, straddling his waist. "What are you going to do with me?!" Haru asked angrily, though his voice was starting to sound weak. Deep down he was figuring he shouldn't bother asking, but his morbid curiosity got the best of him.

Lucia loomed over him, a sick grin on his face. "You're going to be my pretty little slave, of course. What better place for the heir of Symphonia than at the feet of Lucia Raregroove?" he laughed, grabbing the neck of Haru's shirt and roughly pressing his lips to the boy's much softer ones. Haru struggled beneath him, trying to scream, break away, anything. Lucia chuckled, balling his hand into a fist and knocking Haru out with it. It would make things much easier if he was out for the time being.

~sometime later~

Haru groaned, trying to roll over, but he couldn't get his arms to move. They felt numb, like they had fallen asleep. It could be due to the fact they were in a weird position somewhere above his head, but they wouldn't move for him.

Had everything been a dream? Had they not fought the 'final battle' yet? No… he hurt too badly to NOT have fought a big battle recently. Had they won then? He opened his eyes slowly. There was no one around, but the room was far too grand for anything that the group would have ever been able to afford to stay in. He tried to sit up, but realized that his hands were bound with rope above his head. The rope was far too tight around his wrists, which explained the numbness in them.

"Ah… So the Rave Master awakes… though I guess that's the wrong title for you now, isn't it, slave?" Lucia appeared out of a door that lead to a bathroom, if Lucia's wet hair and lack of any clothes besides a towel around his waist were any indication.

Haru said nothing, only gave the blond another glare. He wasn't sure how long he had been out, but he had a feeling it had been more than a few hours. Lucia smirked, approaching the bed at a slow, deliberate pace. It was almost like he was stalking his prey. He crawled on to the bed, over to the center where Haru was laying. Haru felt a warm hand on his leg, which he now realized was naked. He glanced down at his outfit and nearly screamed. He looked like a girl! "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" he suddenly screamed, staring in order at the maid outfit he was wearing. Lucia laughed, he breath on Haru's cheek.

"You don't like it? I think it makes you look good," he teased. Haru squirmed when he realized how close the other guy was to him. He was now extremely uncomfortable, knowing he was in a dress. Lucia softly caressed Haru's cheek. "So soft… so pure…"

Haru shuddered out of a mix of disgust, fear, and even a tiny bit of excitement as Lucia nuzzled his jaw line. He tried to move his arms again to push Lucia away, but of course it was useless. He cringed when he felt the rope dig into his left wrist. Lucia chuckled. "Are you uncomfortable?" he asked, sounding almost gentle, though Haru could hear the underlying evil.

He wasn't sure whether or not to reply as he watched Lucia finger one of the ropes. "Will you run away if I untie you?" he looked down at Haru with a quirked eyebrow. Haru shook his head, not trusting his voice quite yet. Even if it hadn't been so sore and tired, he doubted escape from this place was possible do to the extreme number of guards. He felt the rope on his right wrist loosen and then disappear all together, the one on his left wrist following suit soon afterwards.

Haru breathed a sigh of relief as he sat up. He noticed that most of his wounds seemed to be healed and left behind were nothing more than bruises. It was a bit of a relief, though he wondered how they could have been healed so quickly. He gently rubbed his wrists, trying to get circulation flowing again. Lucia suddenly had him pinned to the best. "Now… I believe it's time to put you to work… but first…"

Lucia reached over to the bedside table, pulling out what looked to be a cat collar, tiny bell and all. Haru's eyes widened, his face reddening in both embarrassment and anger. No way in hell was he going to be made a pet. Haru struggled as Lucia forced it on him. When he pulled away to admire his work, Lucia held a tiny key up, just out of Haru's reach. "This is the key to the collar… I'll have it on my person at all times, so don't hope to be getting that thing off any time soon… Unless of course, you do a good job."

He grinned, leaning down press his cheek against Haru's. "You can't escape me, Haru Glory, so you might was well just obey and get used to it… Though a little struggle now and then isn't bed. I like a good challenge," he whispered huskily into the other boy's ear. Haru shivered. He wasn't willing to give in, but he couldn't see how he would survive without at least listening to the blond until he could figure out a way to escape. Lucia was still straddling his waist, and even though Haru would have very much liked to deny it, he was very turned on right now.

His eyes widened when Lucia brought out a long dangerous-looking knife. He started to struggle again. Lucia chuckled and bent down, capturing his lips again. "It'll only hurt a little…" he whispered with a sinister grin. Haru watched him in fear as he unbuttoned the top of the maid dress, and exposed his collar bone. Lucia glanced up as he pressed the blade to Haru's skin, gently at first. Then he slid the blade down, creating a clean red line. Slowly, while watching the pain on Haru's face, he carved his name into the boy's skin.

Haru couldn't help but stare at the new wound. Despite the fact that it hurt like hell, it was like he was mesmerized by the sight of his own blood. He felt the blood rush to his face as he watched Lucia lick off the blood from the wound he had just carved.

Suddenly Lucia pulled out a small pendant and ran it over the wound. It healed almost automatically, though the scar was still there. Haru's eyes widened. "W-what?" he asked quietly.

Lucia smirked. "This Dark Bring allows me to heal wounds as much or as little as I want, at a certain cost," he explained, though he wasn't going to quite tell him what the cost was. He sat up and got off of Haru, pulling the boy with him. Haru followed, more out of fear than anything else. He had decided to follow Lucia's order until he could figure out a way to get rid of the collar and get out of this place.

"Why bother healing my wounds though?" Haru asked.

"What use are you to me dead?" Lucia answered with a question, forcing Haru on his knees. "First job…"

Lucia loosened the knot that held the towel around his waist. Haru's eyes widened at the sight before him as the towel dropped to the floor. He stared at Lucia's hard member in awe. A voice in his head told him this was extremely wrong, but that was quickly shut up by Lucia purring: "Take it… In your mouth."

Haru wanted to protest, to get up and run, but something inside him forced him to take Lucia's large cock in one hand and slide as much as he could fit into his mouth. Lucia let out a soft groan, digging his hails into Haru's shoulder, drawing a little blood. Haru sucked on the hard organ, running his tongue alone the underside. He had no idea what he was doing, but he followed his instincts and hoped it would be good enough.

"Oh gods…" Lucia grabbed Haru's hair and began to fuck his mouth impatiently. He wasn't good at waiting, especially when he was this horny. Haru was startled but couldn't bring himself to. Lucia suddenly came in his mouth, gagging him with one last thrust. Lucia stood there for a moment, oblivious to the choking Haru or anything besides the last waves of his orgasm.

Finally he pulled away, grabbing Haru by the arm and tossing him on the bed. Haru gasped for breath, barely noticing when Lucia started to undress him. He yelped when he felt nails clawing their way down his chest. He glared at Lucia, realizing he was naked and once again bleeding,. Lucia licked the scratches, much like he had when he had carved his name on Haru. The silver-haired boy found it disgusting, but somehow he expected something like this from the blond demon.

Lucia brought out the Dark Bring, again healing Haru's wounds. Then he slipped the sleeves of the dress off of Haru's shoulders. A small part of Haru's mind told him to fight, but a steadily growing part told him that he wanted this just as much as his captor did, and that he was enjoying this. His lower regions seem to reflect that part of the mind.

Haru shivered, his body completely exposed to his enemy. He found himself using the still-logical part of him and stuttering: "P-please… S-stop…"

Lucia was suddenly in his face. "You're mine now, and if you don't like it…" he finished the threat by pressing the knife to Haru's throat. Haru didn't dare to breathe, even after Lucia set the knife down and grasped his hips roughly.

"I will make you mine, Haru Glory, even if I have to carve my name on every inch of your body, I will make you completely mine…" He lifted Haru's hips up slightly, suddenly shove his entire length into Haru without preparing or warning him. Haru let out a silent scream, struggling and clawing at Lucia's chest and face. Lucia pinned Haru's arms above his head. "Be a good boy and I won't have to tie you up again, or make this any more painful."

Haru took a deep breath, letting out a shuddering sob. He had been in pain before, but never like this. He focused on a spot behind Lucia's head as he started to move. It was easy to block out the pain if he didn't concentrate on it. Lucia wasn't going to stand for his new slave's attention to be diverted anywhere other than him, though.

He slammed into the boy beneath him, roughly grabbing Haru's face and making him stare directly at his face. Haru whimpered, tears blinding his vision. "Look at me at all times," Lucia growled out, and Haru complied. Instead of thinking about how much it hurt, he attempted to drown himself in Lucia's golden eyes.

Lucia let his head tilt back in pleasure, clearing enjoy every bit of this. He wrapped Haru's legs around his hips. Haru squirmed a little, letting out a quiet moan. Lucia leaned over. "Do you like that?" he whispered into Haru's ear. Haru shivered at the breath on his cheek. He gave a shaky nod. Lucia sped up, drawing a loud moan from Haru.

Haru felt something sharp crawling across his skin. It took him a minute to realize that Lucia was dragging the tip of the knife in abstract patterns. They weren't deep scratched, just light red marks that Haru could help but trace with one of his fingers. They were hypnotizing, just like the eyes of the man that was basically raping him.

Lucia slid his fingers down Haru's shaft, his touch feather-light causing Haru to tremble. "Want more?" Lucia teased, nibbling on Haru's ear. Haru let out a breathy "Yes."

Lucia pumped Haru in time with his thrusts, clutching Haru's cock roughly. Haru let out something between a moan and a cry as he came. Lucia chuckled. "Too easy…" he moaned suddenly, coming inside Haru. Lucia stared down at the other boy, who was gasping for breath. He was relishing the look on his face that seems somewhere in between bliss, disgust, fear, and anger.

"Mine," he leaned down and sunk his teeth into Haru's shoulder. Haru froze. Lucia ran his tongue along the bite mark and then healed it into a scar with the Dark Bring. "You're mine, my beautiful slave… isn't that right?"

Haru took a deep breath, and said the very thing he had been dreading having to say this whole time: "Yes, Master."