When Yao awoke again he realized he was in the same room that he first awoke in on the first night he was here. The feel of the ropes around his wrist were slowly becoming familiar. Yao felt chilled and he assumed that he was naked again. He opened his eyes and winced at the bright light. He blinked a couple times before he was able to fully adjust.
"Hello?" He called.
Yao tried to look over his shoulder as he heard the door open but his arm was in the way. The footsteps approached. Yao closed his eyes and listened as they stopped in front of him. His chin was lifted and Yao opened his eyes, staring into those of his captor, Ivan.
"What do you want with me?" Yao asked.
Ivan said nothing. He leaned down to Yao's level. Yao's breath caught in his throat when Ivan pressed his lips right next to Yao's lips. It wasn't a kiss but it was pretty damn close. Yao felt the heat rise to his cheeks as Ivan pulled away, lightly running his hand through Yao's long silky hair. Yao cried out as Ivan grabbed a fist full and pulled, forcing Yao to look up at Ivan while in full height.
"Get your hands the fuck off of me!" Yao shouted.
He tried to kick Ivan but realized at that moment that his legs were shackled to the ground as well. He struggled which only caused his ankles to bruise. Yao growled in frustration as he realized he was trapped and this time, there was no hope of escaping.
Yao closed his eyes, refusing to look at Ivan any longer than he had too, Ivan seemed to get the hint and pulled back, letting the hair go. Yao looked at the floor, his long bangs covering his charcoal eyes from Ivan's view. He didn't know what Ivan was going to do to him but for some reason he wasn't as concerned with himself as he was about Toris instead. Who knows what had happened to him. Something horrible no doubt.
Yao pulled at the restraints again, hoping against hope that he would be free. Unfortunately, the person who was watching over Yao's fate decided to ignore him. The restraints stayed as strong as ever. Yao looked up and saw that Ivan was still standing there.
"What?" He asked.
Ivan still said nothing.
"Why don't you talk to me?" Yao asked.
There was no reply. Yao grunted in frustration.
"You're an ass," he muttered and looked back down on the ground.
Ivan watched him, thinking about how beautiful the man before him was. He knew from the first moment his dark eyes landed on this man, he wanted him. He really wanted him. But, up until this point he had held himself back, not knowing why.
Yao looked at Ivan again. He stared into his eyes for just a second and turned his back on Yao. He silently left the room. Yao watched him go as much as he was allowed. He sighed as he heard the door slam shut. He could already feel his arms going numb again.
*
"Who is it this time?" Yao called as the door opened again.
"It's me, Mr. Wang," Raivis' voice called out.
Raivis appeared in front of Yao with a tray and a tray table. He set the tray table down and the tray on top of it. It was a normal meal like all the others that Yao got. The vase with the single sunflower was there as well. It kind of made Yao sick. But, it also made his cheeks flush pink at the thought that it was Ivan that carefully set out this meal for him. Yao mentally slapped himself for thinking that.
"I'm sorry about yesterday, Mr. Wang. Me and Eduard tried to keep Ivan in the house," Raivis said.
"It's alright. But, what happened to Toris?" Yao asked.
"I'm not allowed to tell you. I'm sorry," Raivis said.
Yao sighed. Raivis took some food and drink at a time and slowly waiting for Yao to finish. Once Yao was done Raivis gathered up the tray and the tray table and set them off to the side. He sat down in front of Yao. Yao just looked at him.
"I figured you might want to ask me some things. I may not know as much as my older brothers but I know enough," Raivis said.
"Okay. I'll ask you things when I think of them," Yao said.
Raivis nodded.
"Why is Ivan doing this?" Yao asked.
"I don't know exactly, but, I think he really likes you. He usually drops off the person he captures in some deserted area to fend for themselves, not caring if they live or die. He hasn't raped you either," Raivis replied.
"Well, he's damn well tried!" Yao shouted.
Raivis flinched a little bit. Yao took a deep breath and calmed himself down. He tried not to get angry at Raivis. It wasn't his fault that he was here. Toris had said something about them all being held against their will. Yao sighed.
"Can I be moved to that room again?" He asked.
"I'll see what I can do," Raivis replied.
Raivis stood and grabbed the tray and the tray table. He gave a small wave to Yao and left. Yao sighed again as he heard the door close.
*
It was maybe an hour or two later when the door opened again.
"Raivis?" Yao called.
"No, it's Eduard," Eduard said.
He came into Yao's line of view. Yao nodded and looked back at the ground.
"I'm going to escort you to your new room," Eduard said.
Yao said nothing. Eduard approached him and snapped a metal collar around Yao's neck. A leash was attached to the hook of the collar. Eduard reached up and untied Yao's hands with little effort. He was tall so he didn't need a step ladder like Toris did. Yao didn't try to escape this time. He knew it was pointless to resist. He would just be captured again.
Eduard untied Yao's hands and slipped the collar around his neck. The leash was already attached. Yao silently followed Eduard to wherever he was going. Eduard led Yao out of the small basement that they were in and out into the living room.
The living room wasn't that extravagant but it was still better than Yao's own house. Eduard pulled Yao to the steps and brought him to a room at the end of the long hallway. He opened the door and led Yao inside. When Yao looked around, the room was the same as the room before he tried to escape with Toris.
Eduard took the collar off and picked up the chain off the floor. It clamped around Yao's neck almost perfectly. Just like before. Yao said nothing. He heard Eduard say something but wasn't really paying any attention to what exactly it was. Eduard left. Yao walked over to the bed and sat down, making the sheets cover him so he felt at least a little less vulnerable.
*
It was a week later and Yao was in the bed, staring out at the rising sun. He had been given another shirt by Eduard and was trying to find a way to make it longer. The door creaked open. Yao turned and thought that it could have been Raivis with breakfast. But, it wasn't. It was Ivan.
"You," Yao hissed out.
The usual smile that Ivan wore was shining brightly. Yao glared at him and got out of the bed, once again, backing as far away as possible. Ivan approached Yao, not touching the chain like he did last time. Once he reached Yao he took the collar and unclamped it. Yao looked up at him, anger still evident. Ivan ignored it and smiled cheerfully as he slipped the leather collar onto his neck with the leash. Yao, unwillingly followed Ivan out of the room and down the hall.
The door at the other end of the hall opened up to a bathroom. Yao knew what Ivan was planning and he didn't want to be apart of it. But, he knew he had no choice. The door shut behind the both of them and the collar was removed. Yao didn't need to look to know that Ivan had locked the door.
Ivan walked up behind Yao and wrapped his arms around the shorter man's waist, pulling him against his broad chest. His hands moved to the top button of the shirt, causing the bottom of the shirt to rise up. Yao quickly pulled the shirt down to cover himself. Ivan couldn't help but chuckle a little. Yao blushed. He had never heard Ivan's laugh before. His voice was very unfamiliar.
Ivan's hands came to the first button of the shirt and unbuttoned it. Yao gave a cry of surprise and quickly held the shirt closed. Ivan chuckled again and pulled Yao's hand away. While holding both of Yao's wrists in one hand, Ivan used the other to undo the rest of the buttons. Once that was done, Ivan turned Yao around to face him and pushed the shirt from his shoulders in one smooth movement.
Yao blushed deeply and tried to cover himself. It failed when Ivan held both of his wrists above his head. Ivan smiled and leaned in close, his breath grazing against Yao's neck. Yao tried to pull his hands out of Ivan's grasp but it failed. He then tried to pull back as far away from Ivan as possible but that failed to when Ivan wrapped his other arm around Yao's waist.
"Let go of me," Yao said.
Ivan planted a small kiss on Yao's cheek and let him go. Yao blinked in confusion. Ivan smiled and waved before unlocking the door, leaving, and locking it again. Yao blinked again.
"Okay," he said.
He lowered his hands and looked around. He sighed in frustration.
"What kind of bathroom doesn't have freaking windows!" Yao shouted at no one.
He sighed again and turned to the shower. That was the only reason Ivan had put him in here. To be naked and wet. He would have immediately put the shirt back on when he was done but Ivan had taken it with him when he left. Yao opened the bathroom closet and wrapped up in a red fluffy towel. He took another one and went to drying his hair.
Yao turned swiftly when he heard the door creak open. He was relieved to see that it was only Eduard.
"What is it?" Yao asked, tossing the towel to the corner of the bathroom.
Eduard handed him a pile of clothing.
"This is for you to wear," he said.
Yao took the pile and looked at it. There was, once again, an oversized shirt but also included was a pair of boxers (just his size), socks and a dog collar with his name engraved on the tag. On the back of the tag was 'Property of Ivan Braginski'. Yao's left eye twitched at that but he said nothing. When he looked up to thank Eduard he was already gone. The door was unlocked and hanging ajar.
Yao sighed and got dressed. He wished that there was something to put his hair up with. He hated it when it was down. It always got in the way when he wanted things done. Improvising, Yao ripped the bottom of the shirt and used that to tie his hair.
Yao tossed the other towel in the corner and walked out of the bathroom, holding the collar in his hand. He was going to keep it off as long as he possibly could. He walked to the top of the steps and looked around. He never noticed before but Ivan's house looked a lot like any normal house. It had a couple pictures of the people living here. There was a picture of Ivan when he was younger on one of the walls next to the stairs. Yao took a look at it.
Ivan was smiling brightly in some kind of flower field. Sunflowers. His smile was wide and he had his arms spread out wide, like he was expecting a hug from the person who was taking the photo. There was another next to this one. This picture had Ivan being held by an older woman with short blond hair and blue eyes. Ivan looked very happy.
"Excuse me, Mr. Wang," a voice called.
Yao looked to where the voice was coming from and saw Toris.
"Toris!" Yao shouted.
He skipped steps and jumped off the third, tackling Toris to the ground in a tight hug. Toris let out a yell and thudded onto his back painfully.
"Ow," he muttered.
"Where were you?" Yao asked, voice muffled by Toris' neck.
"Ivan's special room," Toris replied.
"Special room?" Yao asked, pulling his face away from Toris' neck.
Toris said nothing in response to that. Yao shook his head.
"Well, at least you're here now," he said.
Without warning, he pressed their lips together, making sure that every part of their bodies that could touch was touching. His hands ran through Toris' hair and clutched onto his shirt. Toris' eyes began to slowly slip closed and he kissed back. His arms wrapped around Yao's waist and back, pulling him even closer. They were both getting lost.
"Toris!" A voice shouted.
Both Yao and Toris shot up and away from each other. They looked and saw Raivis standing in the doorway with a tray of food and a vase with a sunflower in it.
"Are you out of your mind! Do you know what Ivan's going to do to you if he found you kissing Mr. Wang like that?" Raivis warned.
Toris didn't saw anything and stood, helping Yao to his feet.
"Where is Ivan?" Toris asked.
"In his study. I'm taking him his food," Raivis replied.
He was shaking. Toris looked sympathetic at him and ruffled his hair. Then he turned to Yao.
"Hey, Yao. Can you do me a favor?" Toris asked.
"Sure," Yao said.
*
"Why me," Yao muttered as he approached Ivan's study door.
