Graham stirred, a light touch against his chest forcing him to swim up through the layers of grey fog shrouding his mind. "Hmm, what?" Lazily he tried to bat the hand aside and slip back to sleep, wanting to cling to another few moments of peace. Lips trailed down his throat, and he sleepily moved to give the teasing caresses more room.
"Wake up Graham," a low voice murmured, a heavy weight moving to pin him against the mattress. "You don't want to miss all the fun."
"Huh," finally opening his eyes Graham stared up at the Doctor's wicked grin. "Er," swallowing he tried to move, finding it all but impossible to do more than wiggle in any direction, "good morning."
"Good morning Graham," purring Arcane shifted, pulling the restricting blankets out of the way before aligning their bodies more snugly. Grinning at his assistant's resulting gasp he couldn't help adding, "and it is going to be a very good morning."
"Doctor?" voice close to whining Graham knew he wouldn't be able to resist his employer's seductive touch when the man started placing warm kisses down his chest.
"Yes, Graham," not pausing in his task, Arcane didn't even bother to look up. He was too focused on mapping the different tastes and textures offered up by his assistant's skin, surprisingly soft and silky in some sections. Really, he didn't know why he hadn't thought of taking Graham before this. The man was so delightfully submissive; it gave him a thrill knowing he was Graham's first lover. *And the only one he'll ever have, * slightly disturbed by that thought Arcane at last paused, looking up at Graham's flushed face. "You wanted something?"
"Yes, I," Graham desperately tried to control his breathing, "do we, er, have time to - you know ..." he at last offered up weakly.
Arcane laughed, amused, "to 'you know' what, Graham?" He grinned, one hand grasping his assistant's erection firmly, "do this, or," with his other hand he brushed against the entrance to Graham's body, feeling himself grow harder at the needy gasp his assistant gave, "do this." Growling he allowed one finger to penetrate the tight passage ever so slightly.
"Uhhnn, that," Graham whimpered, thrusting back against Arcane's hand, all shame lost in the wave of desire burning through him.
"Well I don't know Graham," teasing, Arcane pretended to ponder the answer; "we may of course be interrupted at any time. Certain people around here seem to have no sense of manners." Slowly he reached for the bottle of hand lotion he'd discarded last night, "would you care to take the chance?"
Graham grit his teeth as Arcane poured some lotion on his hands and slid one finger back inside, his muscles gripping greedily, trying to draw the digit in deeper. Slowly another finger joined the first, stretching his flesh lazily. "Doctor," he clutched at the bed sheets, trying to stop himself from thrusting back against the man's hand. It was bad enough he was already hard without having even been barely touched yet.
"Patience, Graham," Arcane eased a third finger in, loving how his assistant squirmed under him.
"Please, Doctor," Graham begged shifting restlessly under his employer, if the man didn't hurry up he was going to explode before he could be fucked.
"Yes, beg for it Graham," Arcane growled. Pulling his hand free, ignoring Graham's whine at the loss of sensation, he grabbed the lotion and slicked his erection. Leaning forward he positioned himself to sink into his assistant's welcoming body with one push.
Graham swallowed; body trembling under the intense onslaught. There was almost no pain, only a burning pleasure that fused all his nerve endings into the wonderful feeling of fullness.
"Yess," Arcane hissed, pulling almost the whole way out before thrusting back in. Graham was panting under him, flushed and out of control. Arcane hardened further at the notion that it was he that had driven his assistant out of control, *damn I'm good. * Smugly he slid his hands up Graham's warm flesh, tweaking a nipple in passing before sliding both hands through his hair and dragging him into a kiss. The new position forced him inside even deeper and he drowned Graham's whimper in a breath-stealing kiss. Sliding his tongue in, he encouraged Graham's to come out and play, groaning when his assistant took the hint and began to kiss him back fiercely.
"Please," arching into his employer's restraining body he wasn't even sure what he was begging for.
"Yes," thrusting lightly once, it took all his considerable self-control to hold still, buried deeply in his assistant's body. Arcane's voice deepened, "beg for me Graham, I want to hear you tell me what you want."
"Dooccttorr," voice hovering uncomfortably near a whine Graham squirmed, desperately trying to make the Doctor move.
Nuzzling his lips against Graham's ear he breathed, "I don't hear you begging Graham. You have to tell me what you want or I'm not going to move."
"Please," panting Graham held onto the Doctor's arms, "don't ... need you."
"Yes," groaning Arcane couldn't resist thrusting, pulling out and sinking as far as he could go in the man's tight, warm body, "is this what you want Graham?"
"Harder," Graham forced the word out, a blush staining his cheeks as the Doctor grinned approvingly. Without further teasing Arcane let loose his control, thrusting as hard and as fast as he could. Trying to push himself into Graham's body so far the man would never be able to feel empty again, never doubt whom he belonged to.
Almost sobbing Graham was frantic to reach that spine-melting moment he'd felt for the first time last night. Biting hard on the closest piece of the Doctor he could reach, Graham muffled his cries as his employer grasped his cock and squeezed, coming in the almost too tight grip.
"Bloody hell Graham," Arcane struggled desperately to prolong his own pleasure; fucking Graham was something he could definitely get used to, "you bit me."
Graham muttered something that could be interpreted as 'sorry'; if Arcane hadn't cut him off with a quick, hard kiss, growling, "it begs to return the favour." Suiting action to words he leaned down, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh under Graham's jaw. Sucking lightly he could feel himself tremble and then soar off the edge as Graham moaned and arched wantonly against him. Panting heavily it was several long seconds before he was aware of still being deeply buried in his assistant. "Should have done this a long time ago," he murmured absently, peppering his words with small bites down the man's throat. Exhausted he managed to roll to his side, at last pulling free.
Tiredly, muscles aching in the most delicious ways Arcane stretched. He only allowed himself a few moments of rest, relaxing to the sound of his assistant trying to calm his breathing before getting out of bed. "Now I believe it's time for a shower before our resident watchdog comes to fetch us for the day." Turning to go, he paused with his hand on the doorknob, glancing back, "coming?"
"Er, yes, sir," almost dazed Graham hesitantly got out of bed, half-turning to grab for a sheet; embarrassed to be walking naked in front of a staring Arcane; before abandoning the idea.
Letting his eyes drift lazily over Graham's body Arcane grinned as the man's obvious self-consciousness deepened into a fascinating full body blush. "Very nice, Graham," leading the way into the bathroom, he set the shower to warm while his assistant waited nervously besides him. Stepping under the spray he held his hand out, pulling Graham in with him. "Wash," handing the man a bar of soap he turned his back. Almost shyly hands ran over his back, silky suds and firm pressure making a pleasant sensation. Relaxing Arcane allowed himself to enjoy Graham's careful exploration of his body, which wasn't without its arousing factor when the man seemed to take great joy in washing every inch.
Graham's breathing was a trifle unsteady by the time he finished; this was the intimacy he'd hoped for last night. Washing the Doctor seemed so personal and intimate he couldn't help but wonder if this would become a part of his regular duties or if when they got away everything would return to normal. Would his employer want him when he no longer had the need? These questions haunted Graham until he forced himself to ignore them. He'd enjoy what time he had of the Doctor's attention and take things as they came when they got back to Houma. Stepping back he was surprised when Arcane took the soap from him and with gentle hands, returned the favour.
Twenty minutes had passed before they managed to drag themselves out of the shower. Opening the door Arcane was startled to see Hugo waiting impatiently for them.
"Hugo dear chap," Arcane pasted a pleasant smile on his face, "time to get to the lab I take it?"
"Yes," Hugo grated, seeming displeased to see Graham step out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel. His eyes darted to the obviously rumpled bed and his frown deepened, "you have ten minutes to get dressed. I'll be waiting outside."
Arcane laughed when the door closed, patting Graham on the shoulder, "I believe Hugo is disappointed he won't be carrying through on his threat Graham."
*Yeah, long as you can stay away from that tramp, * terribly Graham was aware that Arcane had zero self-control when it came to matters of sex. "Er, yes sir." Nodding in agreement, forcing a smile he hurried in getting their clothes out. He was distracted from his own dressing when the Doctor dropped his towel. Swallowing, he turned red when Arcane caught his gaze and smiled knowingly at him.
"See anything you like Graham?"
Mumbling some reply Graham quickly dragged his own clothes on. When they were both at last properly decent Arcane led the way out of the room. Hugo spared no time for small talk or even the hint of breakfast in taking them to the lab.
"You will stay here and work on a cure for Sir James," Hugo ordered, "you are not allowed to move from this room and will be punished if caught outside." Turning on his heel he left before Arcane could give voice to his indignation.
"The bloody nerve of the man," Arcane raged, hands clenching in outrage, "treating me, Anton Arcane, like some criminal."
"I er, I don't like the look he was giving you," Graham couldn't help but feel worried by the slight smirk he'd seen on Hugo's face.
"You don't like anything Graham," snapping Arcane glared at his assistant before turning to the pile of notes and slides awaiting his attention. "Now make yourself useful and get started organising this mess."
Sighing, Graham didn't bother to argue, seemed like this morning's activities had again meant nothing to the man. He had to stop hoping for something more when he knew it was never going to happen, the Doctor wasn't going to start treating him any differently. It was always going to be 'Graham do this' or 'Graham do that' just now with an added 'Graham bend over' thrown in. So silently, he started in on the part of his job he was still good at.
Hours passed in this manner, without a word passing between the two men. It must have been nearing noon when Arcane at last straightened up, stretching a painful kink out of this back. Looking over he observed Graham still hard at work; the man hadn't bothered him once with his useless attempts at conversation. Which was odd in itself, Graham was almost never totally quiet, always prattling on about something in the background. *Oh well, suppose the bugger's just tired, * his assistant had surprised him last night. He'd know Graham had wanted him all these years, frankly who didn't, and he'd enjoyed flaunting all those women in the man's face, seeing the jealousy simmer just below the surface. But if he'd known how great the sex was he would have taken the man years ago. Arcane couldn't wait to get back to their room and teach Graham a few new things about the art of sex. The image of Graham on his knees flashed before his eyes and he felt himself instantly go hard. *Well, why deny myself the pleasure, I deserve a break, * an evil glint lighting his eyes Arcane approached his unaware assistant. "Graham," breathing the name Arcane observed the man swallow heavily before turning to face him.
"Yes," voice cracking ever so slightly Graham shuffled nervously.
Reaching out, Arcane brushed his fingers across the livid mark he'd left on Graham's skin. A thrill shivered through him when he felt the man tremble, *mine. * "I think it's time for a break Graham," licking his lips he pulled his assistant firmly against his body, backing him against the lab bench so there was nowhere to go.
"Doctor?" Squeaking, Graham had to cling to his employer to remain upright.
"No talking," drawing a finger across Graham's bottom lip he grinned wickedly, "I have a better use for your mouth." The door choose that moment to swing open, just when he was enjoying Graham's suddenly very nervous expression. Turning he saw both Sir James and his trained gorilla glaring at him.
"I don't believe you're taking this situation seriously, Doctor," James voice grated, knuckles turning white from the grip he had on his cane. The look in his eyes suggested he was barely in control.
"I assure you Sir James," Arcane injected smoothly, stepping away from his assistant.
"NO!" Shouting, James hit his cane hard against the floor, "No more assurances Doctor, do you or do you not have my cure ready?"
"Well," Arcane tried to hedge, "not exactly. I am making extremely good progress," he hastened to add.
"Not good enough," gesturing menacingly behind him Arcane felt a shiver of unease slid through him when five more guards entered the room. Behind him he could feel Graham tense, and it reassured him somewhat to have the man by his side. "I believe you need to be taught what happens when you disappoint me Dr. Arcane."
"Listen Sir James," hands raising placating Arcane fought to keep the sudden fear out of his voice, "we can work something out. I promise you, your cure is within my grasp. I just need a few more days."
"A few days," Suddenly James smiled an expression that invoked terror in both Graham and Arcane. "I'll give you a few days, but I promise you, they won't be pleasant. Take them to the dungeon," off-handedly he ordered his guards forwards, "don't worry Dr. Arcane, I'll have your materials brought down to you. I'm sure you'll find the motivation to work on my cure."
Protesting Arcane wasn't foolish enough to physically resist against the three men that surrounded him. An example Graham didn't apparently decide to follow. Arcane watched on horrified as with one vicious club his assistant was knocked unconscious. Hugo stepped up to him then, smiling in satisfaction before burying one huge fist in his stomach.
Pain shot through Arcane, wheezing and gasping for air he dimly heard Hugo speaking, "this is only the beginning Doctor," before a sudden punch sent him spiraling down into darkness where at least the agony couldn't follow.
Anton Arcane stirred painfully into consciousness, his first feeling being of a terrible, clenching pain in his gut that made him retch. Had his stomach not been so empty he would have been sick, as it was he just gasped and choked on a little bile. He felt an arm snake round his shoulders, holding him carefully.
"Gently Sir, try to breath now, just take it easy."
Arcane sank gratefully into the supportive arms of his assistant, relaxing as Graham stroked the damp hair back from his sweaty forehead. The Doctor began to breathe more easily and found that if he stretched out slightly it helped ease the pain. He looked up at Graham; he was sporting a livid bruise above one eye and several cuts to his face. "Are you all right?" He asked, not sure what he was going to do about it if the answer was no.
"I'm fine; think I was unconscious for a while though, I only came round a few minutes before you." Graham waved aside his own injury.
Arcane carefully looked around, the single light source was terribly bright, it was making his head ache or perhaps just adding to a headache he already had. The light came from a fluorescent strip, which was set, unshaded, into the low ceiling. It was an incongruous fitting in what could otherwise only be called a dungeon. Cold, damp, its walls of an ancient stone that showed it was part of the original castle; this was a very inhospitable place. He was sitting up on a thin mattress, the floor was otherwise naked stone and the room unfurnished save for two lab benches, and a spout that dripped water.
"Help me up, Graham."
"Careful Sir, you were unconscious quite a while." Graham couldn't keep the worry from his voice.
"I'll be all right." Still, Arcane struggled to get up and had to lean on Graham. He looked round their grim prison with something close to despair, something of which must have got through to Graham who tightened his arms around him, protectively. He gave his assistant a genuinely affectionate smile, "we'll be fine old chap," he said, trying to give out a confidence he just didn't feel.
The work that was laid out for them was the latest stage in their research, but the limited facilities were quite unsuitable. There had been no real hope of making progress in the well-equipped lab but in this primitive place it wasn't even worth trying.
They were checking through the meagre resources on the benches; Arcane hoping that some of the chemicals could be used to break out, when Hugo came into the cell. He looked under great stress, he was usually impeccably turned out but now he looked unwashed and ungroomed and there was a certain wild look to his eyes.
"Well, Doctor?" There was more than a hint of contempt in his voice, "do you and your... friend...like your new home?"
"Hugo," Arcane spread his hands, trying to sound and look reasonable. "This really isn't suitable, we can't work here."
Hugo grabbed him hard by the shoulder, shaking him. Arcane faintly heard Graham cry out in protest but nothing was going to hold off Hugo's angry attack. "Sir James is worse, much worse, " he hissed, "he's had to take to his bed."
"Well," Arcane said, as calmly as possible with his head ringing like a bell, "do you want me to take a look at him?"
"I don't want you to do anything to him. I want to have a little word with you," Hugo glared at Graham, "alone." He wrenched Arcane's arm behind his back and marched him to the door. "And you..." he spat at Graham, "If you value his miserable life you will stand there and do nothing."
Graham got the message; he stood by helplessly as Hugo dragged Arcane out of the room. He was barely able to hold back the anguish that brought him close to tears as he saw how frightened the Doctor was.
Hugo didn't take him far, they were in a low corridor lined with stone chambers and he dragged Arcane into one almost opposite their cell. This was a darker place of much the same size and chilly discomfort but with some added extras that did not exactly reassure the Doctor. The walls were studded with what looked like restraints; manacles, chains, fetters. They seemed to be in reasonable repair too, not antique remnants of the ancient castle.
"I've wanted to do you some damage since we first met," Hugo hissed in his ear.
Arcane trembled, he was all too aware of the threat Hugo kept making, surely he wasn't going to carry it out? Hugo picked up on Arcane's fears, "Oh don't worry I'll leave you intact for your little friend. For now."
He tore at Arcane's shirt, ripping it off his back. Laughing rather wildly as the Doctor cringed under his touch. "Don't worry about *that* either, I'm no deviant, I have no designs on your body.
Hugo slammed Arcane against the wall; he winced at the cold, damp surface against his naked chest. He tried to reason with Hugo, convinced that he was keeping the note of panic out of his voice. "You must realise that I'm no use to you sick or in pain, you do want me to find a cure for your master, don't you?"
Hugo grunted a note of distress in his voice. "The only thing I want in this world is for Sir James to live, but I know it's too late, he's in major organ failure, if he was cured right now it would make no difference. You threw away his last chance, with your... dalliances."
"Hugo, I swear it made no difference, he was already as good as dead when I got here." Arcane heard the sharp intake of breath. Dammit, he'd been such a fool he could only blame it on pain and light headedness. He should have offered the fool some hope, which was what he wanted; the slightest chance that his master could still be saved. That could have been his bargaining chip and he blew it.
"So it's true," Hugo intoned sadly, "I didn't want to...Still," he added, "that means it really doesn't matter what happens to you."
The Doctor felt himself begin to panic, he was at real physical threat here and he couldn't figure out a way to protect himself. "Hugo," he began, trying to keep the desperation out of his voice, "listen old chap, we really mustn't give up hope..."
"Shut up!" Hugo was close to screaming, Arcane realised that the servant had little more grasp on sanity than his master. He closed his eyes and just clung to the cold, damp surface of the wall. He could scarcely remember being so helpless or afraid.
Hugo grabbed his wrists and forced them into manacles that were set into the wall just above his head. Arcane forcing himself to stay calm, resisting the useless urge to struggle.
There was a soft hissing sound in the air next to him, and a slight 'clunk' as something hit the wall. Hugo pushed something under his nose, something Arcane could barely make out. Then he recognised the sinuous form of some kind of whip or lash.
Instinctively he tried to move away; Huge placed a hand firmly on his back. "Oh, I wouldn't bother Doctor; you aren't going anywhere until I've finished with you."
He stepped back, cracking the whip noisily. Arcane closed his eyes again and pressed his face hard into the damp stone of the wall. The first lash across his back registered more as shock than pain, he was winded by it, unable to cry out. He cried out the second time, and the third. His back was on fire, he hadn't realised that anything could hurt so much. He thought he had counted four strokes when the lashing stopped. Perhaps Hugo had had his fill?
He realised, when the next stroke landed, that he had only been adjusting his aim. It was possible for something to hurt more, when the strokes cut across previous wounds tearing across already painful flesh. He could hear his own screams echo off the walls, almost as if someone else was suffering in his place. Arcane knew he wouldn't stay conscious for long, any more of this and he would at least have the mercy of oblivion.
It seemed, however, that Hugo was also able to guess his limits. Suddenly the whipping stopped and Hugo let him out of the manacles. Arcane fell to the floor, unable to even protect his head from slamming into the unforgiving floor. It was with a sigh of relief that he embraced the darkness swirling across his mind. Hugo didn't bother to pick him up, dragging Arcane roughly along the ground back to the cell he shared with Graham.
Graham was at the door the moment it started to open, standing so close that Hugo had to shove him back, "Oh god!" he swallowed sickly at the sight of all the blood coating the Doctor's skin. "What have you done to him!"? Glaring at Hugo, his eyes demanded an answer.
"Nothing that he didn't deserve I assure you," Hugo sneered, dropping Arcane to the floor, "And nothing he won't get later." smirking at the other man's horrified expression he turned to leave.
"Wait!" desperately Graham struggled to keep his voice steady, "You can't leave him like this. Please, at least let me have a first aid kit!"
Thoughtfully Hugo looked over at Graham, for once really looking at the man. Something in the desperate and pleading gaze reminded him all too much of his own pain, "You really do care for him don't you?"
"I, I," Graham glanced quickly down at the Doctor, confessing painfully in a low whisper, "I love him."
Shaking his head Hugo sighed deeply, his thirst for revenge dying down slightly in the face of such emotion. Who was he to deny such a simple request, when wouldn't he do anything to help his master? "Alright, I'll get you a first aid kit. But," he added threateningly, "do not ask for anything else."
"I won't, I promise." Graham spoke fervently, holding Hugo's gaze until the other man turned away, "thank you."
"Don't thank me yet," growling, Hugo left the room before he did something else he would regret. Already he knew it was a weakness to allow Arcane's assistant the first aid kit, and weakness was one thing he couldn't afford. Still, he had promised, and he never went back on his word. Somewhat unwillingly Hugo fetched the first aid kit, opening the door enough to throw it through. With no desire to face Graham's pleading eyes Hugo went back to his master's side. Perhaps he couldn't do much to help, but at least Sir James would have someone by his side.
Having rushed back to the Doctor's side Graham sat waiting for the first aid kit, praying that Arcane would remain unconscious while he fixed up the cuts on his back. God, they looked so bad! He could feel tears welling; the thought of having to stand by and watch this happen again filled him with dread! He just couldn't let it happen!
"Uhn," with a groan Arcane's eyes fluttered open as he instinctively tried to curl protectively around himself, expecting another blow to fall.
"Shh," he heard a familiar voice speak soothingly, a gentle hand brushing the hair off his forehead, "Its okay Dr. Arcane, I'm here. You're safe now."
"Graham," focusing his gaze he stared up into his assistant's worried blue eyes, feeling warm at the affection he could see there. Really, he didn't know what he'd do without Graham. "Where is..." gasping he broke off as a sudden movement jarred his back.
Graham was about to answer when the door opened just enough for a first aid kit to slid through, *finally. * Reluctantly he left the Doctor's side, fetching the kit and crawling back to the man's side. "It'll be okay now, Sir. I, I got a first aid kit."
"Hugo let you have that," somewhat disbelieving he raised an eyebrow.
"Er, yes," not meeting the Doctor's eyes Graham got out the anti septic lotion, "This might be a little painful, sir," worryingly he bite his lower lip.
"Of that I have no doubt," Arcane sighed, bracing himself as his assistant moved behind him. Still, he couldn't prevent the slight moan of pain from escaping when the man started to dab on the lotion.
"I'm sorry, Sir," blowing cool air gently on the lacerations he fumbled for the bandages, "does, does that hurt?"
Shivering Arcane was somewhat surprised to find that the sensation of cool air sliding past his skin actually felt pleasant, taking the burning sting out of the wounds, "er, no, old chap, its er, nice."
"Thank god," whispering Graham finished covering the cuts with soft white gauze.
Turning to face his assistant Arcane took in the man's worried expression, "oh Graham," he murmured affectionately, sliding a hand behind the man's neck and tugging him closer. Ignoring Graham's startled jerk, he pulled him into a kiss, waiting until he could feel the lips against his soften and part before brushing his tongue against Graham's. Mouth curving into a smile as his assistant tried to push closer. Gently Arcane broke the kiss, "thank you," as Graham's eyes met his he couldn't resist leaning in for another quick kiss.
"Er," swallowing dryly Graham attempted to regain his composure; sure he wasn't succeeding when the Doctor continued to grin somewhat smugly at him. "Um, maybe you should get some rest," he suggested, noticing the deepening circles under Arcane's eyes for the first time.
"Nonsense Graham," Arcane abruptly had to stifle a yawn, exhaustion hitting him like a sledgehammer between the eyes. "Perhaps you're right, I am feeling a trifle tired." Getting to his feet was a chore, and he might not have made except for Graham's help. Shuffling over to the one lone mattress he sank down gratefully, curling up on his side. Arcane was silently grateful when his assistant lay down next to him. Putting his arm around the man's waist he nestled against his assistant's familiar warmth, dropping off to sleep with a sigh.
Graham lay awake a little longer, almost painfully aware of the Doctor's body pressed against his back. This was too much like the other night, only this time he knew what there was to be offered by such an embrace and he couldn't stop his reaction to it. If his body did this every time Dr. Arcane got close then he was going to have a problem. Graham had no doubts that the Doctor would take great delight in teasing him.
Slow, drowsy minutes passed by without a sound, blurring into several hours, their small dungeon showing no hint as to the time of day or night. Until, with a bang, the door slammed open and a stream of light followed Hugo into the room. Wakening with a start Graham stared up at the man in sudden fear, instinctively knowing he'd come for the Doctor.
"No," jumping to his feet Graham stood protectively in front of a stirring Arcane, "I won't let you hurt him again."
"Do you honestly think you can stop me?" Hugo laughed bitterly, "Because of *that* man Sir James lies dying!" for a second Graham could hear the raw pain in the man's voice. "And believe me he is going to pay for that!"
"You can't take him," defiantly Graham refused to back down; "It's not his fault! If you and Sir James had given him the time he would have found a cure! Instead you threatened him at every turn."
"Shut up!" hissing angrily Hugo took a step forward, "I've had just about enough from you!"
"And I've had just about enough of you," Arcane spoke up from his place on the floor, laboriously climbing to his feet. "If you plan to torture me more could we get on with it. I am not getting any younger." Squaring his shoulders he stared with a calm he didn't feel into Hugo's flinty eyes.
"As you wish Dr. Arcane," stepping forward he made as if to grab the Doctor's arm, intending to jerk the man from the room. When instead Dr. Arcane's assistant pushed him back.
"I said you're not taking him," Graham gritted, forcing ever ounce of authority he could into his voice. He didn't know where he was getting the courage, he just knew that this was one time he couldn't stand aside and let the Doctor be hurt, not while there was something he could do. Sitting and waiting, not knowing if Arcane was going to die or not had been some of the worse moments in his life, and he was determined to never suffer that again.
"Oh, and will you take his place," Hugo sneered, fully expecting the man to back down. Thus was surprised when the man didn't.
"Yes," Graham met Hugo's look straight on, "Yes I will."
"WHAT?!" Astonished Arcane gripped his assistant by the shoulder, spinning the man around, "What do you think you're doing Graham?"
"I think I'm taking your place," Graham attempted a reassuring smile, "Please, sir, I couldn't bear to see you hurt again!"
"But," before Arcane could protest Hugo had grabbed a hold of Graham's other arm and jerked him out of his grip.
"Accepted," for the first time it had occurred to him that perhaps the Doctor cared for his assistant on some level. Hurting this man just might hurt Arcane more than any amount of pain ever would. "I promise you will regret your offer," he warned Graham, dragging him from the room over the Doctor's protests. Hugo slammed the door, both of them still able to hear Arcane's shouts through the thick wood.
Hugo slammed Graham against the wall of the torture chamber. He reached up to his rack of implements and reached down a whip. He smiled sadistically at his victim and fingered the sharp metal prong that tipped the lash. "I used this on your beloved doctor," He hissed, "I was going to try something new with him today, but as you are so eager to share his experiences..."
He ripped Graham's shirt, baring his back. Graham closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, trying to keep from screaming. He couldn't get the memory of Dr Arcane's wounds out of his mind. He was willing to take the pain for the Doctor, glad to, but that didn't make him any less human, or less afraid.
He felt as though a tongue of fire had lapped across his back, he bit his lip in the effort to stay silent and still a moan escaped him. Distantly, he heard Hugo chuckle *this sicko enjoys causing pain, * he realised, *he's never going to let us go, never stop hurting us.*
The whip bit into his back again and this time Graham did scream. He bucked and writhed in his chains as the pain went on and on. His screams were incoherent, just howls of pain, but in his heart he whispered the one thing that allowed him to bear it.
*Better me than him.*
*Better me than him.*
Each lash of the whip built the pain. Graham couldn't believe it could get worse but each lash bit deeper into his flesh, and soon the burning stripes across his back were criss-crossing. He felt his flesh tear as the whip began to catch on already open wounds.
As he began to fade out, losing his grip on consciousness, the silent mantra changed,
*Doctor.*
*Sir.*
*Anton.*
Finally a last agonising lash tore through the lacerated flesh of his back and he passed out. All was darkness.
When Graham woke up he was first aware that he was pressed up against a warm, softly yielding surface. He opened his eyes to find that Dr Arcane was gazing down at him, anxiously. He was lying almost in the Doctor's lap, being held awkwardly against him. When Arcane realised he was awake he smiled at Graham, almost gently.
"How are you feeling, old chap?"
"It hurts." Graham said, weakly.
Arcane ruffled his hair, affectionately. "I know, all too well."
There was a half filled bowl of water on the floor next to them, and Arcane twisted round slightly to fish out a wet cloth. He winced slightly as the movement caused a stab of pain in his sore back. Arcane tried to cover up the moment with a reassuring smile but Graham was all too aware what it cost him to move.
"Sir, you don't have to..."
"Shut up Graham."
Moving behind his assistant Arcane washed the wounds as gently as his own pain-induced clumsiness would allow. He patted the raw flesh dry and dragged the bottle of antiseptic out of the first aid kit. "Deep breathe, Graham, this won't take a moment."
The antiseptic did sting, horribly, Graham groaned at the renewed pain. A gentle hand tousled his hair, and he felt a soft breath cooling his raw flesh in conscious imitation of his own actions earlier. The breath was soothing; Graham relaxed a little as the pain eased. Then came the lightest of touches to his shoulder, a series of soft kisses, lips tracing a path up to his neck.
"Feeling better?" A barely audible whisper in his ear.
"Oh yes." Graham felt for Arcane's hand and clutched it gratefully.
Arcane let that contact continue for a moment then pulled away, reluctantly. "Better bandage you up now, old chap."
The process of bandaging was hard on both of them, tiring. Graham was left shaking, and nauseas while the doctor finished off the fastening.
"All done now," he said.
"Good," Graham sighed, barely able to keep his eyes open.
Arcane stroked the back of his head, "Oh no, you can't sleep here."
Slowly, painfully, Arcane got up onto his knees. He supported Graham with one arm and gently urged him into a crawling position. The crude oasis of the mattress seemed so far away. Arcane gave Graham as much support as he could without touching his sore back. He half dragged his assistant with him as he shuffled across the rough, stone floor. He was so tired.
The mattress felt so good, it gave the promise of rest, of some temporary escape from pain. Arcane crawled gratefully onto its welcoming surface. He pulled Graham after him a little off balance, causing his assistant to land awkwardly. Graham cried out as he landed on his back.
"Oh, no, no." Arcane soothed. "It's all right now. You can sleep." He helped Graham roll over onto his side and they lay facing each other. Graham could barely keep his eyes open, and Arcane struggled with exhaustion himself. He reached out to stroke Graham's hair, fondly.
*What will we do? * He thought. *However are we going to get out of this?*
Blessedly the sheer tiredness that rolled over him blotted out all further need to think. He pulled Graham closer, relishing the warmth of his presence as Graham nestled into the curve of his body and settled trustingly against him.
Arcane heard Graham's breathing deepen as he settled into sleep, and then finally, gratefully he surrendered to oblivion himself.
At first Graham wasn't sure what disturbed his rest, dragging him out of the soothing darkness. He was sure however when a boot caught him full in the back, sending sparks of flaming pain throughout his nerves. Crying out, he scrambled to his feet coming face to face with Hugo's sneering face.
"I think you've slept long enough," Hugo made as if to kick Arcane awake as well, but Graham quickly moved forward, protecting the Doctor defiantly.
"I see yesterday's lesson wasn't enough for you," glaring at Arcane's assistant he nevertheless backed down. "Perhaps I'll have to arrange another."
"I told you to leave him alone," Graham hissed, keeping his voice low when he noticed that Arcane had managed to remain asleep. Although he could see him stirring uneasily.
"Since you're still so interested in protecting your precious Doctor, then follow me" Hugo's sudden smile sent a chill through his spine and Graham found himself tempted to back down. But *no*! Whatever it took to protect Arcane, he just had to! Graham wasn't sure exactly when his resolve to protect the only person he'd ever truly loved had solidified but it had! And there was no longer any choice in the matter.
"If you promise not to hurt him," at Hugo's nod, Graham silently followed behind the man, thankful that the Doctor hadn't woken up. They traveled a short distance down the hall before entering another room, one that contained a low stone table inset with chains and manacles.
"Get on the table," Hugo ordered shortly. Shaking with the urge to run, no matter how firm his resolve all Graham wanted to do was be back by the Doctor's side, he hesitantly climbed up on the table. Lying down painfully he was at least grateful that his back would be getting a break. Hugo fastened the manacles to both his wrists and ankles as soon as he had settled.
"Now you just wait here like a good little servant while I go get Arcane," at Graham's horrified expression he laughed cruelly.
"You promised not to hurt him," Graham cried, tugging vainly at his restraints.
"And I won't," Hugo smirked, calling over his shoulder as he left, "I didn't say anything about him not watching *you* be hurt though."
"BASTARD!" Graham screamed after the man, pulling on the chains until his wrists bleed, all to no avail, the cold metal held firm. Before long he could hear the Doctor's objections about being dragged and demands to know where his assistant was.
"You wanted to know where your assistant was," Hugo's smiling face appeared in the doorway, shoving Arcane in front of him, "Well here he is Doctor. Safe and sound, for now."
"Graham!" Rushing over Arcane hesitated to touch the man, throwing a look over his shoulder at their tormenter, "What have you done to him?"
"Nothing ... yet," Hugo strolled over to a small closet, taking out a small green bottle, "And if you don't want to suffer the same fate I suggest you attach that chain to your wrist." he pointed over at a lone manacle facing the stone table.
Arcane opened his mouth to protest, but his assistant turned pleading eyes towards him, "Please, sir, just do it." Swallowing heavily the Doctor nodded reluctantly, he was quite sure that Hugo would force him into the cuff no matter what he ultimately decided.
"Ah, good," happily Hugo hummed; this game was proving more distracting and entertaining than he originally thought. Anything that kept him from worrying about Sir James was a welcome relief. "Today I plan to teach an object lesson to Mr. Graham here," he smiled chillingly, "about how love and loyalty only get you so far, and then get your burnt."
"You're crazy," Graham whispered, flinching as Hugo raised his hand as if to strike him. Instead he felt a few drops of cool liquid splash onto his skin.
"Perhaps," Hugo allowed, "but at least I'm not in your position." With that he struck a match, letting it fall onto the patch of liquid. At first all Graham felt was a numbing cold, a sensation that resolved itself into searing heat in the blink of an eye. As the liquid superheated Graham couldn't hold back his scream of pain, tears of shock spilling down his cheek. Finally, the small flame went out and he sagged weakly, sobbing.
"Simple alcohol burns intensely until evaporated." Hugo slowly spilled a few more drops onto Graham's skin, this time over his heart. "How much can you take Graham, before you stop protecting your beloved Doctor?"
Glaring Graham refused to speak, vainly trying to hold back a scream as Hugo dropped another lighted match.
"Stop!" dimly he heard Arcane shout out desperately, body shaking as the alcohol once again dried up.
"Now now, Doctor," Hugo shook his head with a grin, "you know I can't stop. This one is determined to take the punishment you deserve. I believe it's high time he learned that such loyalty never goes unpunished."
"And what would you know of loyalty," Arcane cried bitterly, wishing he could beat the smug look off of Hugo's face, "When your master lies dying and you amuse yourself with petty torture."
"Don't you ever speak of Sir James again!" Hugo shouted, enraged by Arcane's jib. Snarling he tipped the rest of the bottle onto Graham's chest, holding the Doctor's suddenly stricken gaze as he struck and dropped a match. "Always remember he suffers because of you!" Hugo had to shout to be heard of Graham's agonised shrieks.
"NO! Graham!" Hot, painful tears spilling from his eyes Arcane pulled frantically at his chains. All of a sudden it was startling clear how much his assistant had come to mean to him. No one except his wife had ever cared for him as much as Graham! No one had ever showed him as much loyalty and simple devotion. To hear him in such pain caused a part of him that had been frozen cold since his wife died to shatter. "Please," he whispered, "stop."
Smiling in satisfaction Hugo nodded, "I'll stop for now, Doctor. But I know your weak point now." Coming closer he grabbed a fistful of Arcane's hair, forcing his head up, hissing venomously, "You care for your assistant, more than you let on. And that is going to hurt you more than anything I could do!" that was the last thing Arcane heard before a huge fist send him spiraling down into darkness.
Graham knelt beside Arcane, willing him to wake. He had been unconscious for a long time and Graham was getting desperate, and angry at his own inability to do anything to help. Hugo had dragged them back to their cell and thrown them just inside the door and there they had remained. Graham's pain was so intense that he had been unable to move, he just knelt where he had landed.
Even the slight stretching movements needed when a cramp overcame him caused such agony that he cried aloud. He didn't have the strength left to drag the doctor over to the mattress, or to fetch water for them both.
Graham leaned forward, conscious of the strain that even that placed on his pain-wracked body. He laid a hand gently on Arcane's forehead and spoke softly, "Please wake up, Doctor, please." He began to cry, tears coursing down his face.
His tears fell on to his own hand and trickled slowly onto Arcane's forehead. He brushed the moisture away and, as he did so, the Doctor's eyes opened.
"Graham?" He said, weakly.
"I'm here Sir, I'm sorry, I couldn't move you. Couldn't get you up off the floor."
Arcane looked up into his assistant's pain filled eyes. He pulled himself up onto his knees, resolutely ignoring his sore back, and gently placed one hand on Graham's shoulder. "I'm all right, Graham." He had never realised that anyone could care for him as much as Graham did, could be willing to endure so much just to try to protect him.
Carefully, Arcane pulled himself upright and braced himself so he could lift his assistant. He struggled to find a way of getting a secure grip that wouldn't hurt him even more, so little of his body was undamaged. Finally Arcane settled for wrapping his arms round Graham, as gently as he could manage. He could tell that it was hurting the man but Graham didn't let out a whimper; he just let his head fall forward onto Arcane's chest and clung on to him with both hands. The pressure of Graham's hands on his sore back hurt the Doctor but he was determined to show no sign of it, he just tightened his hold so that he could half carry and half drag Graham to the mattress. He knelt down on the threadbare surface and helped Graham to slide down until he lay on his side on the mattress. Arcane lay down next to him and placed a cool hand on his feverish forehead.
"I'll get you some water to clean those burns. They appear to only be second degree thankfully."
He started to move, careful not to show any sign of his own pain, but Graham grabbed his arm. "Don't leave me."
Arcane stroked his hair, tenderly, "I'm not leaving you, Graham, just fetching the kit. There is some burn ointment in it that will help numb the pain."
Graham's grip tightened, "please," he whispered.
Arcane lay back down, "All right, if that's what you want it can wait a few moments ... but only a few moments."
Graham snuggled up to him, apparently taking comfort in their closeness despite the pressure it must be putting on his burns. He was shivering slightly, and making the occasional little whimpering noise that tore at Arcane's heart. It made him feel so helpless. *You've borne so much for me, just to be with me, * he thought, *don't you know I'm not bloody worth it? *
He smiled down at Graham's bowed head. Perhaps his assistant was the only person who did see through the bravado with which he faced the world, the only one who really knew him and still, somehow, managed to love him anyway.
Arcane suspected that Graham was nearly asleep, exhausted. He whispered almost too softly for his assistant to hear, "it will be all right, old chap; I'll take care of you."
And he was determined that he would, no more whining and fatalism, no more letting Graham take on his burdens. *Anton Arcane does not give up without a fight. Whatever it takes, I'm going to bring down that sadistic bastard and get us out of here. *
Arcane allowed Graham to rest for ten minutes, gently stroking his hair, before he was forced to move to get some clean water. It could no longer be put off without jeopardizing healing. So despite his assistant's little whimpers of protest he forced himself to move far enough to fetch the first aid kit.
Gently he helped Graham sit up, holding onto him with one hand while delicately applying the cream with his other, luckily there was still sufficient sterile bandages left, "Shh," Arcane tried to be as careful as possible when tending to the burns, but he knew by Graham's sucked in breath, and rapidly paling features that he wasn't very successful. Still it had to be done; best he could do was try to get it over with as soon as possible. Five pain wracked minutes later he was finally finished, winding some gauze protectively around the burns.
"There you go, old chap," Arcane attempted to smile, brushing his fingers through Graham's hair, "How is that?"
"It's, it's better, sir." voice husky Graham reached for the Doctor's hand, holding on tightly, "Thank you."
Arcane felt his heart clench a little at that, Graham thanking him! When it was because he'd been protecting him that his assistant had gotten hurt in the first place. *I can't let this go on! * Even further his resolve was strengthened; he would not allow Graham to suffer for him anymore. Too few people in this world had ever truly loved him, and it was not a gift he planned to spit on. No, he would find a way out of this ... he was a genius after all! *Escape should prove simple for someone of my mental capacities. *
Looking up, Arcane's eyes narrowed, was that the door. Staring hard and sure enough, there was a crack forming ... someone was pushing the door open, slowly and quietly. *Can't be Hugo, he wouldn't bother being so subtle. * Holding up his finger he indicated for Graham to remain silent. Standing up carefully he crept closer to the door, whoever it was this could be his chance to make an escape. Pouncing on the door Arcane forced it open the rest of the way, faltering at the muffled shriek that greeted him.
"Lissa?" Arcane was aware he was gaping, but couldn't seem to stop. She was the last person he expected to see.
"Shh, are you crazy?" she hissed, pushing him back through the door and shutting it quietly. "Do you want him to hear us?"
"What I want is to get out of here." Arcane restrained his natural impulse to throttle the woman, she was part of the cause that himself and Graham had suffered so much already.
"And I've come to help you with that," her gaze took in Graham, struggling to pull himself upright and her normally aloof expression softened a little in horror at the damage that had been done. Dragging her attention back to the Doctor Lissa realised that he hadn't fared that much better. "But I need you to help me first."
Arcane laughed, the sound harsh and unpleasant, "Help you! My dear, in case you haven't noticed I'm not even in a position to help myself right now."
"This might even the odds a little," Lissa thrust a small bundle towards him.
"Don't trust her, Sir," Graham croaked out, moving to stand by the Doctor, glaring at the woman before him, "This is probably some trick."
Arcane laid a calming hand on Graham's shoulder before undoing the bundle, eyes widening at what it concealed ... a gun. Handing the weapon to his assistant Arcane looked considering at Lissa, "Sir James, he's almost dead isn't he?"
"How..." Frowning she nodded reluctantly, "Yes, he might even have died by now."
"Not playing the grieving wife yet are you?" wryly Arcane grinned at the flash of rage that swept through Lissa's eyes.
"Despite what you may think, I once loved Sir James. But this disease has changed him, twisted him," Lissa allowed a few tears to escape, her expression pleading for understanding.
Instead Graham clapped mockingly, smiling bitterly, "Good one Lady, I almost believed that."
In a flash her expression changed from grief to rage, viciously slapping Graham across the face before Arcane could stop her, "Bastard!" she hissed. Stumbling back Graham didn't bother replying, his glare speaking volumes.
"Enough!" Arcane stepped between the two of them, "Are you okay Graham?" he checked, glancing back at his assistant, waiting for the man's nod before turning back to matters at hand. "Now, what exactly is it you expect me to do?"
"I want you to kill Hugo!" Seeing no expression on his face she hurried to explain, "He's always hated me, as soon as my husband dies he'll kill me. I know he will!"
"And what do I get out of this deal," calmly Arcane rode over his assistant's protests, shooting the man a look that quieted him down.
"You get out." Lissa smiled sweetly, laying a hand on Arcane's arm, "I have a car waiting for you in the garage. With all your clothes, and money enough to get you out of the country and back home."
"Ah, speaking of, which Country are we in?" Arcane's tone gave no indication of what he thought of the offer. Inside he was rejoicing, this was the answer to his problems... and if he had to kill Hugo, so much the better. The man deserved worse than death for what he'd done.
"We're in Romania," Impatiently she glanced over at the door, "So, will you do it?"
"I..." Arcane was violently cut off as the door flew open and Hugo rushed in with a furious yell.
"HE'S DEAD!" So blinded by grief Hugo at first didn't notice Lissa's presence. A fact that changed quickly as he moved in further. "You," he breathed, "BITCH!" Before anyone had the chance to react he'd punched her straight in the face, sending her crumpling to the floor. "It's all your fault," gaze fixing on the Doctor, Arcane could see that the man had gone completely crazy. "If you'd only done what you were supposed to he'd be alive right now!" Rushing forwards Hugo caught Arcane in the stomach, sending him crashing to the floor. So intent was he on what he considered the reason for his beloved master's death that he completely ignored the other figure in the room.
Graham stood frozen in shock, watching as Hugo kicked the Doctor repeatedly, showing no sign of stopping. *Doctor! "NO!" Crying out he lined the gun up on Hugo, finger pulling the trigger almost without conscious control. All he knew was that he couldn't let the Doctor be hurt anymore - couldn't stand by and do nothing. Graham was aware of nothing but the red haze that had fallen over his vision, not even aware that he'd run out of bullets and that only a dry clicking sound could be heard until a hand gently took the gun from his grip and he looked up into Arcane's concerned grey eyes.
"It's okay, Graham," he soothed, worried by the vacant expression in his assistant's eyes. He'd thought he was a dead man, until Hugo had stumbled back wildly, the sound of a gun firing echoing loudly in the room. That's when he noticed Graham; face terrifyingly blank, still pulling the trigger even when the bullets had run out.
"Sir," slowly Graham untensed, taking in the scene with a growing sense of horror. "Oh my god ... what have I done?!" stunned, he swayed, feeling like he was going to be sick. Gradually he became aware that Arcane was shaking him, shouting something...
"Snap out of it Graham!" Arcane pulled his assistant away from Hugo's body; "We don't have time for hysterics right now! I need you to pull yourself together!"
"Yes, sir," whispering, Graham allowed himself to be pulled along, eyes staying on the crumpled and bloody body of Hugo until his employer once again shook him.
"Eyes on me Graham," Arcane demanded, waiting as the man's horrified blue eyes met his own, "that's it, keep looking at me."
"Yes, sir," Graham whispered.
Nodding, Arcane bent down next to Lissa's unconscious form, "Wake up," he shook her roughly, slapping her not so gently across the face when she made no move.
With a small moan she tried to move away from him, "stop," voice scratchy she slowly opened her eyes to the Doctor's impatient gaze.
"Get up;" he jerked the woman upright, keeping her standing as she started to sag back to the floor. "Your problem is solved, now you're going to lead us out of here."
"What ..." looking around her gaze took in the scene, Hugo laying in a pool of blood, obviously dead, gun on the ground, and Arcane's assistant looking ready to collapse. In a flash she knew what had happened, her headache vanishing with that knowledge. It was the assistant, Graham, he'd shot Hugo, and if she was any judge of character it was his first killing. Perhaps she could get a few more parting shots in at the man who'd denied her her prize. "Oh, Anton," she shivered, pressing against the Doctor's chest, "there's so much blood." Artfully, she allowed a few tears to escape.
"Hell," Arcane muttered, awkwardly patting the woman on the shoulder, unable to stop his reaction to her warm curves pressed against him. "It's okay Lissa, it's all over now. I just need you to take me to the vehicle."
"Oh Anton, must you go now," she looked at him coyly, "without out my husband and his servant," here she cast a condescending gaze at Hugo's body, managing to include Graham in the look, "there's no danger. The staff will obey me."
"I don't think that's a good idea," Arcane sucked in a breath as her hand brushed against his groin, feeling himself harden in response. Almost uncomfortably he was aware of Graham's eyes locked on him; the man certainly wouldn't miss his reaction.
"Please Anton," Lissa begged prettily, "you could make use of the private jet to get out of the country. I would be so grateful;" her smile let Arcane know exactly how grateful she'd be. Her smile turned that little bit triumph at the sight of Graham's haunted expression.
"That's a lovely offer Lissa," Arcane purred, intrigued despite himself. The use of the plane would certainly increase their chances of getting away, and the not-so-hidden offer of herself was also fairly attractive. Calculating, his gaze swept up to his assistant's, meeting that silently devastated gaze calmly. Arcane frowned, sending a silent message for the man to say nothing, getting their hands on a plane, equipped with a pilot willing to sneak them out of the country was worth dealing with Lissa a little longer. "I accept."
"Lovely," Lissa pressed closer, smiling, "you won't regret it."
"I trust not," Arcane pulled firmly out of her grasp, "I suggest however, that you arrange to have your husband and this here," he gestured to Hugo's body, "taken care of right away. Attracting the attention of the police may not be in your best interests."
"A good idea Anton," Lissa threw aside her teasing for a moment, "you and your assistant can hide in your old room upstairs while I take care of things." She strode to the door, "Follow me."
Snagging his still silent assistant by the arm, Arcane followed her out the door. He could feel Graham briefly try to pull away, before giving up and obediently keeping up with the brisk pace.
Woodenly Graham put one foot in front of the other, pushing the pain from his mind, unable to speak over the lump that had settled in his throat from the first moment it became obvious that Arcane still wanted that tramp. Along with the image of Hugo's broken body, he shoved that feeling deep into his mind, ignoring everything for the sake of maintaining calm. He wouldn't break now, wouldn't give that bitch the satisfaction.
"I'd appreciate if you could arrange to send up both food and something to drink. It's been quite a while since we last had anything, our health is seems, wasn't high on the late Hugo's priority's list." Arcane's smooth accent broke Graham's daze, looking up he noted with surprise that they had arrived.
"Of course, Anton, anything for you," pressing a soft kiss against his cheek she slid towards the door, "I'll send someone up immediately. And please," she added; "if you value your freedom don't go wondering around for the next few hours. I'll have to call the police, and I'm sure you don't want them questioning you about your participation in Hugo's death."
"Agreed," Arcane smiled ironically, "I'm equally sure you'd prefer to keep any allegations of kidnapping and torture out of official circles."
"You're a man after my own heart Anton," Lissa winked, slinking out of the room, perfectly aware of the eyes that followed her until she was out of sight.
"Sit down Graham," Arcane ordered, turning to his assistant when he was sure Lissa had left. Silently the man did as bid, grateful to be off his feet before he embarrassed himself by collapsing.
"I don't think this is a good idea, Sir," Graham kept his gaze on the floor, unable to keep the sullen tone out of his voice, "That women isn't to be trusted."
"Jealous, Graham," Arcane remarked, smiling faintly as he sat wearily down by his assistant.
"I am not jealous," turning his head, Graham refused to look at the Doctor.
"Of course not, Graham," Arcane's tone conveyed his amusement at the denial.
Closing his eyes tiredly, Graham chose not to answer that.
"There is no need to worry, Graham," Arcane settled next to his assistant, "I don't trust Lissa any more than I could snap my fingers and be back in Houma."
"Oh, well, good," Graham managed a faint smile, "Cause I really, really want to get out of this place."
"We will, Graham, as soon as the police are gone I'll have Lissa prepare the plane and we'll be safely out of here and back in Houma before Holland can start celebrating my absence." Against his better judgment he reached out and grasped Graham's hand, "the worst is over now old chap."
Sighing Graham allowed himself to finally relax, "I'm tired," which wasn't what he'd meant to say, he'd meant to say something reassuring in return. To show Arcane he appreciated the understanding.
A knock interrupted whatever his employer had been going to say, and Graham couldn't help but feel disappointed when the Doctor let go of his hand in order to open the door. Where he almost stumbled over the metal cart left in the entrance. Muttering a curse, Arcane managed to step through the door, spotting a guard just turning the corner down the hall, "Seems our friend didn't care to stay and chat." Pulling the cart into the room, he maneuvered it near to the bed. "Dinner is served, Graham." Arcane randomly pulled several covers off, revealing various soups and sandwiches.
"I'm not very hungry," Graham made the move to stand, startled when the Doctor grabbed his arm and gently pulled him back.
"You need to eat, Graham," Arcane handed his assistant a spoon, pointing to the soup; "you will finish that even if I have to force-feed you!"
"But Doctor ..."
"Graham," Arcane glared warningly, "Don't even try to argue with me. You need to eat in order to help the healing process along. I won't have you collapsing on me the moment we set down in Houma."
"Fine," he gave in with ill-grace, forcing himself to dig into the plainest of the soups, tomato if he was any guess, not like any tomato soup he'd ever tasted. It was oddly comforting as the Doctor picked what smelled like mushroom soup for himself. The only noise came from the clink of the spoons, he was extra careful not to slurp his soup, and the room was actually warm. Quite a pleasant difference after the last two days spent in those dungeons. Graham shivered, mind flashing for a second on Hugo's bloody body. The soup he'd managed to force down abruptly rebelled, and it was all he could do not to rush to the bathroom. Breathing slowly, he looked up to meet Arcane's enquiring gaze.
"Er, I think I've had enough," Graham stood up, swaying for a nauseating second as pain shot through him, " ... I'm really tired." He was surprised he'd managed to keep his voice so steady.
"All right Graham," Arcane could guess at what had distressed his assistant, the late Hugo ... it was subject they'd be discussing later. Standing, he pushed the cart aside, "a few hours sleep would certainly be well deserved before we get out of this place. It should give enough time for the police to leave, and everything to be sorted out." Pulling the covers off the bed, Arcane toed off his shoes and socks, after that old mattress this would seem like a little slice of heaven.
On his side Graham was doing the same, or trying to with the minimalist of pain. It seemed any way he moved put strain on his abused body. Sighing in relief he finally managed to get his pants off, and slid awkwardly into bed. His only choice was to lay on his side and do his best not to move in the slightest.
"Hurt much, Graham?" Arcane's low voice caused him to open eyes he hadn't been aware of closing.
"A little, Sir," he managed a smile, relaxing even further as the Doctor moved closer, the warmth from the man's body soaking into his. The smile deepened when he felt fingers gently stroke down his arm, "that's nice." Words' slurring Graham was asleep before he even knew it.
"Yes," Arcane continued his strokes, tracing lean muscles under soft skin. Curling as close as he could the Doctor took comfort from the slow, steady breathing of his assistant. An oddly soothing sound that followed him down into a light doze.
Arcane didn't know what had disturbed him, the only thing he did know upon waking was that some hours had passed and that every muscle in his body ached in a never before achieved chorus of pain. A small whisper of sound caught his attention and turning as little as possible he observed Lissa staring down at him with a contemplative expression.
"Enjoying yourself, Anton," she purred, slinking closer, "I had thought that your excuse of being in a 'relationship'" a mocking edge gave the word cruel meaning, "was a lie. But perhaps that thought was in error?"
"I do believe that is none of your concern," Arcane carefully inched out of the bed, trying to minimize pain and ensure Graham wasn't disturbed. Given the man's injury rest was the best medicine he could prescribe until he got them both safely back in Houma. Standing up he reached for his shirt and pants, sliding them on before moving forwards, not giving Lissa any choice but to follow.
"Have the police been here?" he questioned the moment the door had shut behind them.
"They left not long ago;" Lissa leaned gracefully against the outside wall, knowing she'd gained Anton's attention when his eyes kept drifting downwards. She may not know exactly what was going on between Anton and Graham, but the good Doctor was certainly not the type to remain faithful. "There was no problem, they believed my story."
"Jolly good," Arcane unsuccessfully tried to keep his eyes away from the displayed curves, temptation rising in him to take advantage of what was obviously being offered, "Have the plane made ready. As you can imagine, I'm quite anxious to return to Houma."
"My pilot is in the city, it'll take him at least two hours to make it back in and ready the plane for take-off," Lissa ran one well-manicured hand down Anton's arm, smiling as his breathing hitched noticeably, "why don't we take this chance to get to know each other better."
Arcane hesitated only briefly, Graham was safe enough sleeping, and the urge to bury himself in this woman and take out some of his frustrations in one of the few ways he found truly satisfying was hard to turn down. To sleep with James's wife after all the trouble he'd gone to resist seemed like poetic justice for the past four days. Still, his back hurt pretty badly, even with the slight alterations he'd made to his biochemistry the healing hadn't progressed enough to allow any sort of demanding physical activity. "The offer is tempting Lissa, my dear," he took her hand, kissing the soft hollow of her wrist, "However, I'm afraid, unlike the rest of me; my back isn't quite up for the occasion."
Her expression flashed disappointment before she could hide it, having this man was something she'd been looking forward to. That and putting the man's annoying little pet assistant in his place would be a truly entertaining event. "I was so looking forward to finally getting to know you more … intimately."
"My dear Lissa," Arcane brushed a thumb across her cheek, "That was not a rejection of your offer, just a delay. Houma is quite, well not exactly lovely, but a quiet place to allow you to properly … grieve for your departed husband in peace. I would be more than honoured by your company." *And honoured to have what James denied me, * Arcane smirked, watching as Lissa considering the idea.
"I couldn't leave right now," Lissa frowned, "There are some details I still need to clear before I can leave the country."
"Better the anticipation," Arcane pulled her forwards, voice lowering, "I promise you, the wait will be more than worth it." He kissed her before she could reply, relishing the contact of soft curves and pliant flesh.
"hmm, Anton, I can well believe it," Lissa licked her lips, this was perfect, not only a chance to have what she wanted, but also to ensure that her 'rival' was made to suffer. She was positive Graham was in love with Anton, and that just opened up so many possibilities for pain. "Give me two weeks, and I'll show you what you've been missing."
"Two weeks," Arcane confirmed, "Now, could you possibly entice your pilot to move a little faster. The sooner I am back in Houma the sooner I can ensure I am back in … top physical form."
"I guess I can manage to get him here a little faster," Lissa straightened her shirt, smiling coyly. "Why don't you get ready, I'll send someone up to show you the way to the hanger in half an hour."
"You are a woman after my heart, Lissa," Arcane paused, looking her up and down, the desire in his eyes unmistakable.
"It's not your heart I'm after Anton," Laughing softly, Lissa set off down the corridor. Things hadn't quite turned out how she expected, but it was almost better this way. There were so many more possibilities for fun and games now. And with her husband dead, his money hers, nothing was there to stop her anymore.
Back in the room, Arcane rummaged around in the wardrobe until he found the clothes they had come in. Struggling back into his own pants, he was very conscious of the burning pain every time he made any sudden movements. If it felt this bad even after his stronger healing factor, he could only imagine how painful the trip was going to be for his assistant. Not much he could do about it until they got back in Houma. He didn't want to risk taking the time to see to things here, there were too many variables he couldn't control.
Approaching Graham's still sleeping form Arcane found himself most unwilling to wake the man, his assistant looked peaceful, the lines of pain soothed from his face. "Graham," he gently shook him, worried by the now clammy feel to his skin, "wake up Graham!"
Stirring, Graham sucked in breath as his body reported in its extreme displeasure with even the tiniest movement. "Doctor?" he blinking fuzzily up at his employer.
"Time to go, Graham. The plane is ready to take us back to Houma," Arcane pulled back the light blanket; "You have to get up now."
Groaning Graham struggled to sit up, biting his lip as the pain tore through him. Gasping, finally upright he felt near to passing out. Only the soothing touch on the back of his neck and the Doctor's voice kept the darkness at bay.
"You're bleeding, Graham," tilting his assistants face up, Arcane grabbed a tissue and wiped a smudge of blood off the man's bottom lip.
"Must have bitten my lip," Graham rasped, staring hazily up at his employer. The pain was at least subsiding enough to allow him to breathe more normally. Closing his eyes he determinedly surged to his feet, and would have fallen if the Doctor hadn't grabbed his arms and held on. Panting, holding onto consciousness Graham tried to smile reassuringly at Arcane.
"The trip is not going to be easy Graham," Arcane eased away slightly as Graham became steadier on his feet, "I suspect it will be downright brutal on your injuries."
"I'll be okay, Dr. Arcane," he'd gladly suffer worse just to get away from this place and from that bitch Lissa. "It's not like there's any choice."
"No, there isn't," Arcane agreed. Looking at his assistant's clothes, it became obvious that putting on any kind of shirt would be more painful than it was worth. Pants and shoes would have to do. "Here," he handed over Graham's trousers, "put these on before our guide arrives … unless you'd prefer to travel in your – boxers?" Smiling, Arcane watched his assistant flush, some things just never changed.
Getting into his pants wasn't the easiest, not when movement produced waves upon waves of stabbing agony, but he managed it without embarrassing himself too much. Sliding his shoes on he stood swaying slightly, but at least upright and reasonably alert. "All ready Sir."
"A trifle anxious to leave are you, Graham?" Arcane pulled the light blanket off the bed, settling it protectively around his assistant's shoulders.
"Sir, I can safely say, soon couldn't be fast enough," the door opening interrupted anything the Doctor might have said in reply. Saying something in a language he couldn't understand, the man gestured them out the door. Exchanging a glance with his employer, Graham followed along behind, relieved that that woman hadn't made a personal appearance to show them out.
The journey through the castle was quicker than he had anticipated, in no time at all they were standing outside, breathing in the fresh air for the first time in … actually, he wasn't quite sure how long they'd been prisoners, the hours towards the end had blurred into one painful blur. Even better than the blue sky however, was the sight of a ready and waiting plane … it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Not so welcome a sight was Lissa standing by the ramp.
"Ah, Lissa," Arcane smiled smoothly, "So decent of you to see us off, I know you must be terribly busy."
"How could I resist the chance to bid you farewell, Anton," slinking forward, the woman had managed to make him feel like so much background with one sentence. It was obvious by the way the Doctor was staring that he was still interested in the tramp.
"Well, goodbye then," Graham glared, there was no way he was playing doormat … not to that sorry excuse for a bottom-feeding whore. Pain sharpened his voice into unusual aggression.
"Now, Graham," Arcane had the feeling life was going to become much more interesting once Lissa arrived in Houma; Graham was endless fun when he was jealous. "There is no need to be rude, Lissa is after all lending us her plane."
*No need! * Graham grit his teeth as Lissa only smiled innocently at him. "Yes, sir." Muttering, he wondered what Dr. Arcane would do if he punched the woman in her smirking face.
"Thank you, Anton. But don't blame poor Graham, good help is so hard to find." She sent him a patronizing glaze, "He doesn't, after all, have our – status in the world." Leaning forward Lissa kissed Arcane on the cheek, making sure to press every inch of her body up against his, "Have a safe flight."
Graham's forward motion was checked by the hand Arcane laid on his shoulder, "A sentiment I share, my dear. Any painkillers you might have would be greatly appreciated. A lacerated back doesn't tend to lend itself to comfortable traveling."
"There should be some in the medical kit on board the plane," she hesitated for a moment, wondering if it would be proper to apologize for what Hugo had done … not that any of it was her fault. Best to leave it alone, no need to bring up uncomfortable subjects. "I must get back now, I expect the police to pay another visit in a few hours. Until later, Anton."
"I look forward to it, my dear," gently pushing Graham forward, they boarded the plane. Arcane was impressed by the luxuriousness by the décor, plush chairs, deep carpeting and rich cherry wood combined together to give the impression of a relaxing drawing room.
"Look forward to what?" Graham hoped it didn't mean what he suspected it meant. Arcane could damn well find himself another assistant if he'd invited that bitch back to Houma – even in his mind he knew how lame that threat was.
"Nothing for you to worry about, Graham," Arcane nodded towards the chairs, "Have a seat while I hunt down that medical kit."
"Yes, sir," he eased into a sitting position on the largest of the couches, barely able to bite back a groan of pain.
"This should allow you to make it through the flight with minimal pain," Arcane unlatched the kit, once again thanking his genius for injecting himself with those lovely protein strands that took care of injury and pain so effectively. "That is if you don't want to pass out."
"Er, no, don't really want to pass out," Graham let the blanket drop, holding out his arm as the Doctor filled a syringe.
"You'll start to feel better almost instantly," Arcane reassured, injecting the dosage quickly. He could immediately see the effect as his assistant's eyes closed and his body relaxed for the first time since the man had woke up.
"Much better," Graham agreed dreamily. It was amazing how quickly he'd forgotten how it felt to not be in pain. Opening his eyes he saw the Doctor watching him and he couldn't help smiling happily.
"You should get some more sleep," Arcane stood up, pulling a pillow down from the overhead compartment. "The dose should last for a good ten hours, more than enough time for us to reach Houma. Sleep now."
"Yes, Doctor," settling down on his side, pillow behind his back so he didn't re-open any of the cuts, he was almost asleep when he felt a blanket settle around him and a soft touch against his cheek.
Arcane moved to sit down in the large sofa chair angled near the chesterfield. Sinking down in its cushy depths he allowed himself to relax; it had been one thing after another during this entire ordeal. With no time given to absorb the changes his life had gone through. He had no idea what he was going to do with Graham; the poor man had taken so much abuse in order to protect him. Still he knew himself, knew there was little chance he was going to start treating Graham differently, it just wasn't in him anymore; just as he knew he would have his assistant again.
Sighing Arcane closed his eyes, that situation could wait; they both had some healing to do. Settling into sleep the Doctor was once again comforted by the quiet sound of Graham's breathing and the thought that perhaps it couldn't hurt to try.
The End