"Wake-y, wake-y little boy." Lloyd grunted softly as something tapped his stomach. Figuring it was just Genis Lloyd pressed his eyes shut and buried his head into the floor. He was too tired.
An annoyed growl came from somewhere above him. "I said wake up!" At the word 'up' a sudden explosive pain ripped through Lloyd stomach. Brown eyes flew open and nearly popped out of his skull. The pain continued deep into the soft flesh of his stomach and it felt as though all the air had been forcibly ripped out of his lungs. He immediately began trying to pull it back in. He opened his mouth to breathe in the precious oxygen that his body needed and inhaled deeply. But something was wrong. Nothing came in. instead of the comforting sensation of air rushing over his tongue he felt a large mass resting between his lips and stretching almost all the way to the back of his throat. Instinctively he tried to spit the foreign object out. It was choking him and blocking off his air and he needed to get it out right now. But it wouldn't budge.
Lloyd was beginning to panic. He could hear the blood from his heart rushing in his ears as its beat began to pick up. His lungs were burning and pulling at his airway as though inside of them was some desperate creature trying to claw its way up his throat and out into the air. A horrible hissing noise resonated in his head as his nose tried to compensate for the lack of oxygen his mouth was giving him by doubling its own intake. Every other intake of panicked breath causeing one of his nostrils to collapse. He could feel his body shaking now as his a wave of lightheadedness took over causing his vision to explode in a torrid of black and white spots. As a last ditch effort to rid his mouth of the monstrous thing he rammed his face into the ground and began whipping it back and forth in the gravel.
Something gripped his arm and ripped him away from the ground but Lloyd didn't notice. Hot streams of tears were rolling down his face blurring his already darkening vision. He squeezed his eyes shut. His jaws clamped down on the obstruction. He was going to die. Wherever he was he was going to die.
Suddenly there was a sharp tug on the thing between his teeth. Loosening his jaws the thing flew out of his mouth and replaced by the wonderful, clean sharpness of air. He gasped violently, his mouth stretching open impossibly wide to get in as much of the precious commodity as possible. Unfortunately, the sudden reversal of air flow into his lungs made the organs convulse in shock causing him to cough and sputter. Tears leaked faster down his cheeks as the oxygen refused to stay in his body.
A soft voice whispered in his ear, "Shhhh, it's okay, it's okay just breathe with me." There was a soft inhalation from somewhere behind and above Lloyd's head and he felt his body move with the rising and falling chest. He was still too panicky to really notice though. The voice shushed him again. Fingers ran through his hair. "It's okay, it's okay, come on breathe, come on, in-" the chest under Lloyd's head moved up with the motion- "and out," before sinking back into the speaker.
This happened again and again; as the speaker would breathe in Lloyd's head moved up and away, as the speaker would breathe out Lloyd's head would sink further into the warm, soft chest. After a while his own body began to copy the rhythm. In. Out. In. Out.
As his body began to relax his own chest began to expand and contract with the healthy regulation of air circling and flowing through his mouth, down his trachea, and into his lungs where it was absorbed into his alveoli and fed into his bloodstream before being replaced with carbon dioxide to be expelled in the reverse.
The lightheadedness slowly subsided as did his tears allowing him to return to a state of semi awareness (his brain was still to oxygen depleted to allow for full cognitive recuperation). With this new sense of awareness came a sudden realization. He was being held by someone. His eyes popped open.
From his position he could see that he was kneeling on the ground of what looked like a dirty warehouse. He could see his thighs curled underneath him. He blinked. Was that rope? A hand carding through his hair brought his attention back to the person in whose arms he currently lay. The person had wound an arm around the front of his waist, which Lloyd now was doubled over onto, while the other laid gently across his back allowing the hand attached to it to rub at the red clad back, neck, and, every once I a while, hair.
Whispers of encouragement filled his ear again. Hot breath tickled the back of his neck. The soft pitter-patter of the slightly racing heart beat through the shirt he leaned against.
His brain tried to piece together what it meant but a strange tiredness had come over him. His body seemed to sag into the other body as his eyes began to flutter. The arms around him responded and pulled the swordsman closer into the soft chest and tucked the brunette's head under their owner's chin.
Lloyd felt himself start to rock ever so slightly. It reminded him of his dad, Dirk, when a much younger Lloyd used to get nightmares. Subconsciously he snuggled his face into his unknown comforter's shirt. His eyes felt heavy. Oh so heavy.
Taking one last breath, he let them slid close.
Champ waited a few minutes to make sure that the boy in his arms was truly asleep before attempting to move. Gently picking Lloyd up off his left arm, which was still around the boy's waist, he placed the boy's face in the crock of his neck and leaned him into his shoulder. Champ shivered slightly at the closeness of the boy's lips to the skin of his neck. Ignoring the sensation, Champ slid his arm down Lloyd's back to support the smaller body as he reached over to grab the gag again. Picking it up he took a moment to look at it.
It was a wide piece of leather that had covered the boy's entire mouth from just above the chin to just below the nose. It was also thick to prevent the boy from crying out and getting someone's attention, not like the long, black banana like protrusion in the center of the leather strap wouldn't do that. Looking at the banana like thing Champ could just make out the granules of dirt and debris that had coated it and stuck to the kid's saliva when Champ had thrown it on the ground during the kid's panic attack.
He wiped it as best he could on his pants. He then put one piece of the strap in his mouth so that he could hold onto it without having to put it on the ground again.
Turning back to the still sleeping Lloyd he readjusted his hold so that his hands rested on the boy's slender hips (he had to repress a shudder again) and moved himself so that he was positioned behind the boy. Resting Lloyd's body against his chest Champ removed the leather from his mouth, reached around Lloyd to grab the other end with his free hand, and positioned the tip of the black banana in front of the slightly parted lips.
Champ's chest heaved slightly as his thumb brushed against the full, wet lips and he licked his own in anticipation. Just think Champ he thought to himself what would it be like? Almost involuntarily his thumb reached out again, this time sliding sensually down the unconscious brunette's cheek. Lloyd's lips parted a little more and he groaned turning his face into the touch.
Champ jerked at the reaction. No.
Swallowing thickly Champ squashed his feelings down. How old was this boy? Fifteen? Sixteen? Either way he was much too young and innocent and most certainly not his target and the sooner the Champ did this the sooner he wouldn't have to put up with temptation. As carefully as he could, so as not to wake the boy or induce another panic attack, Champ raised his shoulder slightly so that Lloyd's head was flat and slid the black banana into his mouth. Making sure that the leather was pulled flush to the boy's face Champ then bent Lloyd forward slightly before threading the buckle and pulling it tight. Lloyd's moan of discomfort was lost in the leather. He didn't wake up though.
Pulling Lloyd back into his body Champ lifted him slightly before scooping up the boy's legs and standing. Cradling the boy to his body he walked over to a door so well hidden within the wood that even if someone were looking for it it would be easy to miss. Champ, however, knew exactly where he was going and had been here enough times (with other packages) to know that his feet would automatically lead him to the right spot, so when he arrived at the splitting wood he wasted no time in leaning his shoulder into the door and pushing it open.
Just inside the unknown (to the owners anyway) add on was a set of stairs that led down into a whole other underground living facility. This facility was mainly composed of a long always that led off to a dozen or more separate rooms on both the right and left side with one particularly large door at the end of the hallway. It looked like an old prison cell block. The hallway was silent as Champ carried Lloyd down the many open doors; only once did he hear a commotion, but it was coming from the end of the hall so he ignored it. Finally coming to the room he was looking for Champ stopped and eased the door a little further open with his foot. Stepping into the room he quickly crossed to the lone bed in the left hand corner (the only piece of furniture in the room) and laid Lloyd on top of it.
As soon as the boy hit the bed Champ turned and left. Closing the heavy, iron door tightly and locking it he spared one last glance at the sleeping boy, forcing down the heat that pooled in his stomach, then turned to continue his way down the hall.
He didn't even knock when he reached the door. He opted instead to throw it open with a bang. The laughter and gossip of the twenty or so men sitting around the loan table off to the right stopped. Some faces turned toward him. Most looked down at the cards in their hands. A single man rose from his chair and sauntered his way over to Champ.
"What's the matter Champion?" he whispered softly as he placed a hand on Champ's shirt and leaned into his body.
Champ smiled gently at the young man. He was only twenty-two. The rest of the men at the table shivered.
Bringing his hands up to rest on the youth's hips pulling him closer, "Nothing my sweet, I was just wondering about the little incident upstairs."
The men at the table shrunk further into their seats.
"You mean the little brat?" the young man chuckled softly as he wrapped his hands around Champ's neck. Nobody at the table was looking at them now. "He wouldn't listen."
Champ's arms circled the man's waist to pull the younger body flush against him, "So you decided to punish him?" His voice was quiet and low causing a shiver to spread through everyone except the painfully oblivious one currently in his arms.
The young man hummed the affirmative gently placing a kiss on his older lover's lips.
Champ sighed.
He had been right about this one.
Too young.
Stepping back from the man he brought his hand to his shoulder and laid it on top of the man's interlocking their fingers. Pulling gently he led the way out the door and back down the hall, the young man bouncing excitedly along behind him.
The men at the table continue to play cards as the door swung against the frame with a loud thump before bouncing back leaving it slightly ajar. Turns past and bets lost, though not many of them noticed, and with every passing moment the tension rolled off of them like mist. They were waiting for something.
Suddenly from down the hall came a loud ear splitting scream of pain. In almost an instant the tension vanished only to be replaced with a cross between fear and relief.
Fear of what was happening down the hall, and relief that whatever it was was not happening to them. They would live to see another day.
Longest chapter EVER!
I hope you all like it, I was trying something new so feedback is much appreciated.
A special thank you to Lady Trollkastdelata for her help on this chapter.
Oh as I forgot to mention before, this story is for Month4 as a request.