Chapter 1

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My past has always been a mystery to me. Sometime there are flashes, glimpses of a life once mine now lost. That's not something I have the time to try and figure out. I have duties to fulfill, a life to survive. my mind drifted back into action as I raced down the alley way, pursuant's hot on my trail. I didn't have the time to have flashbacks right now. Right now I was running for my life. Running from my life.

"Get back here! Stop!" The words only spurred me on. Breathing was becoming difficult , it felt like this was all for naught when suddenly they could be heard falling behind. I was smaller, younger, they had no chance to keep up with my agility. I felt a smirk on my face and renewed energy in my screaming limbs as I ran faster, taking twists and turns running down one dirty alley after another. I took one look behind me to make sure I could no longer see the men when I ran into what had to have been a brick wall and cried out in pain as I flew backwards onto the cement of the alley.

I looked up then into the eyes of a man. A very tall man with such piercing blue eyes that I felt in immediate full body shiver of anticipation. My body froze in fear as he took in my disheveled appearance. This mans gaze alone demanded obedience. I wore no shirt and only tattered pants. There were chains around my wrists, Military edition. He's just a man! I gathered my bearings and glared into his eyes as he took a step towards me. He wore an ankle length dark blue leather trench coat with a high neck guard worn open exposing his well muscled chest adorning his waist was a belt matching in color. Around his throat he wore a plain black collar. On his feet were black boots and on his hands, black gloves. The man clicked his tongue when the soldiers chasing me rounded the corner, sliding to a stop and unsheathing their weapons upon seeing this hulking figure leaning down towards the young man they chased.

They didn't have the luxury of feeling prepared for long when the unthinkable happened. The blue eyed man seemed to split open. He turned to dust before my eyes, the dust circled and spun in on itself for what felt like hours yet could have only been mere moments before a skeletal hand began protruding from the immense blackness of the dust. In the hand was gripped a long dark Scythe that dripped a dark malice that could be felt shimmering around me in the air of the alley. Suddenly an immense burst of energy exploded from the center of the swirling. Yet as I felt myself fly sideways into the hard brick wall of the alley, I couldn't remove my eyes from the sight before me.

The man dressed in a dark blue pantsuit was no longer. In his spot stood what I could only guess was the actual grim reaper incarnate. A skeleton in a black robe. And it's pitch black eyes bore straight into my own.

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Waking was hard. I couldn't remember the last time I had been this comfortable, yet in this much pain at the same time. I whimpered as I attempted to open my eyes and upon hearing movement to my right immediately froze.

"You're awake. That's good. You've been out for about an hour. I was beginning to think you might have been put into a coma with how hard you hit your head. One moment, let me get the light for you" A light was dimmed and I was able to open my eyes. The headache that I thought was bad only exceeded my pain limits as I opened my eyes. I found myself whimpering again as I struggled to take in my surroundings. I found that no matter how hard I tried I was unable to move myself to a sitting position. Glancing down I saw I was in a large bed. The comforter over me was a dark color. Possible grey or black. The walls to the room I was in were an off shade of white and it was neatly furnished with heavy wooden furniture, books along two of the walls, a fire place, and a large window which thankfully had it's curtains closed. Looking to my right was the man from the alley lounging back in a chair. A book in one hand draped over the back as he perceived me.

"Whe.." Was all I was able to get out as I began coughing from the dryness that permeated my mouth and throat. The man moved forward then, setting his book on the night stand. On the stand was a tray carrying a pitcher and a cup in which he picked up and poured what I dearly hoped was cool water. Again I struggled to get up and was beginning to feel anxiety bubble up inside of me when I was unable. The pounding in my head was quickly beginning to fade as consciousness took over.

"You're in my home. You're safe from those soldiers, no worries. "I relaxed marginally at that information, yet was still very uneasy being so vulnerable here with a man I didn't know. "I'm going to help you sit up now." I glanced up worriedly as he leaned closer to me. His face was over mine when the unexpected happened. It was almost like electricity... quite literal electricity sparked from his face to mine. I gasped at this but he didn't seem to notice, maybe taking my gasp as a fear response to his closeness. When his arms encircled me a different response was felt. Shivers of PLEASURE surged from his hands to my groin and I closed my eyes, crying out in pleasure as quietly as I could manage. Goosebumps ran from my head to my toes as my heart rate picked up and waves of pleasure surged around where his hands touched my bare skin. What the hell was happening to me!? I whimpered as he brought the glass to my lips. Was he oblivious to my condition? I dearly hoped so.

Embarrassment was all I was feeling now as I was leaned against the headboard and helped to drink the glass of water. I gulped greedily and coughed when to much slipped down my throat, I was hard. Thank god there was a heavy blanket over my lap. He set down the glass and took a moment to look at my face before reaching a hand out to feel my forehead with the back of his hand. I grit my teeth and closed my eyes as he did this, feeling my body roll. My consciousness barely holding on to sane thinking, even the feel of the blanket slipping around my skin was beginning to bother me.

"Fuck." He whispered and his hand trailed down my face to my throat. I cried out again and bared my neck to him. I wanted, no needed him to wrap his long powerful looking fingerers around my throat and squeeze, to lay me back down and press his body into mine, to grin-, NO! I jerked away from the two fingers very obviously checking my pulse. "Listen kid I think you've been drugged. I need you to relax." I could feel myself starting to pant and grow warm. I could barely control my body let alone my thoughts.

"I- I- I need..." I began to sob, gasping for air the whole time. He sighed and my eyes flicked back to his face, to those blue eyes that bore into my own.

"I know... I know. I can help you. I can make it feel better." He smiled slightly at me but it seemed as though it was filled with a sadness.

"You- *hic* You ca-Can help me *Hic*?" I looked away from him and back into my hands. I tingled everywhere. He moved then and a hand gently turned my face back to his sending more sparks through my body as our eyes met, now mere inches apart. Then his lips were on mine and I felt my eyes widen in shock. He couldn't be kissing me.. could he? What!? NO!? I pulled back only to have him move forward with me, out of the chair with one knee now on the bed and snaked his free hand behind my head. He slowly trailed it up the nape of my neck to grab a handful of my hair and pull gently, locking my head into place. More waves of pleasure shook through my body as I cried out at the sweet jolts of pleasure coursing through me from him pulling my hair the way he did. His lips gently moving against mine suffocated all of the moans and groans erupting from my unwilling mouth. My hands scrambled uselessly to do anything so when pushing him away did absolutely nothing I opted instead to grab onto that blue trench coat that fit him so well. He had every opportunity to deepen the kiss he had me forced into yet he didn't explore my mouth with his tongue, only used gentle stern movements with his lips that were somehow erotic and sexual on their own.

The hand on my cheek moved gently, slowly, down my face, tracing slowly, sensually, down my neck, down my chest, down my belly, all the way to my left hip where he grabbed and pushed down. I cried out as he pushed into my hip with his palm while his long fingers gripped around it towards my back and squeezed slightly. I had absolutely no clue that could feel so erotic. I could feel the tip of my penis leaking profusely, begging for attention as I ground my hips as much as I possibly could. It felt so good. and I went from fighting his mouth to accepting it and kissing him back, I was far more fervent then he was. The hand gripping my hair which kept me from getting away now kept me from pressing my lips aggressively to his own.

I whimpered and pleaded against his mouth trying to speak, trying to BEG as he calmly pressed his lips into mine, his hand on my hip drew light circles again and again before massaging harder into my naval once more causing moan after moan to erupt from my mouth. I slowly felt myself relax. The pain of the pleasure eased gently into just pleasure as his hands touched me. He pulled his mouth from mine and I gasped in panting breath after panting breath. He pulled both of his hands away and shifted his weight off of me completely to stand and stare down on me. Hotness spread around my body and I could hear myself whimpering and panting as he continued to look, to stare. Again I felt myself tremble in anticipation as I stared into his eyes. The look on his face was so arousing looking at me as if I were his, as if he were about to do anything and everything that he wanted. The look was so intense that another wave of pleasure tore through my body painfully enough to cause me to arch my back against it and cry out again. The way I twisted and moaned just from his look was almost as if my body were begging him to continue his gentle ministration. Begging him to take me in every way possible. How could just him LOOKING at me cause such a reaction? He let out one loud groan at that and looked away, running a hand through his blond hair in frustration. The look in his eyes was pained, troubled, almost like he was going to regret what he was about to do. Regret what he wanted to do. He was also hard.

"W-wai-" I couldn't even finish speaking before another waive of pleasure had me curling in on myself in pain. He began undressing slowly, first was the black gloves, followed by the boots, and then his trench coat. I couldn't see what was under that as I quickly averted my eyes in shame. He lifted the comforter from my body which blew ice cold air onto the warmed skin. More goosebumps erupted on my skin as I felt his warmness begin to envelop me. He pressed himself flush against me then, skin to skin. Chest to back. The amount of pleasure this act alone caused had me arching back into him. I was thankful that I didn't feel him hard against my backside, but at the same time I wished that I did. I wanted to experience sex with a man in this moment. I wanted to go all the way and I wanted it this instant. I pressed myself back again, grinding my hips down onto his before he groaned and his hand moved to grip my hip== nbv ui-e again, stilling me, preventing me from my grinding antics.

"I don't want to do anything you're not ready for, but I also know how this type of drug works. What I'm going to do will help but only time will truly make this end for you." I was a mewling mess as he spoke, his hand just gripping my hipbone was almost to much. His other hand moved under my head slowly before his bicep came up in front of my face effectively putting me in what was basically a headlock. I tensed in fear and then moaned loudly as his bicep pressed into my neck causing a VERY pleasant lightheaded feeling as he pressed on my pulsing throat. This spurred him on to continue the pressure as he moved the hand on my hip down slowly to trace the band of my boxers. Whimpers were escaping my mouth again as I again attempted to grind myself backwards into his hips and upwards into his so close hand. A sob escaped me as the throbbing between my legs intensified at his ministrations.

"Please. I need more, I want more. Please, PLEA-" I plead and begged. and then shock raced through my body as multiple things simultaneously happened. First. I felt his hot breath on my neck. It was so overstimulating that I found myself pressing forward away from the tickling yet arousing sensation. second was the shock from his lips gently caressing my neck which resulted in a melting feeling as his plush lips brushed my skin up then down from my chin to my collar bone. Third was his teeth sinking into my neck sharply as he also tightened his grip on my throat leaving me unable to draw in a breath. That was of no concern though when fourthly his right hand snaked into my boxers and stroked my hard leaking cock from tip to base one time before I was exploding.

All I felt was the thrumming of what could only be described as pure bliss cascading through my body wave after wave. I know I would have screamed had I been able. Moments later I was able to take in one deep gulp of breath as if I had been underwater a bit to long. The arm around my throat was removed as were the teeth. It felt as if I were floating. Pure bliss surrounded me. His free hand gently caressed my arm and we sat like that for an eternity just lingering in my blissed out state. After a while, I could hear and feel movement as the man stood out of the bed and left the room. A sadness broke through my bliss then as I came to the realization of my situation. It was surreal feeling so many emotions at one moment and I wasn't surprised when thick hot tears began streaming down my face. Sob after sob tore through me as I curled into myself. What had I just let that guy do? Why was I so okay with it happening? Why did I want it to happen? Do I want it to happen again? Oh man there must be something seriously wrong with me. All I can do right now is prepare for whatever is going to happen next I suppose.

I slowly sat up taking the time to collect myself and calm my nerves. I found that he had cleaned whatever mess I made in my pants. The water on the nightstand had been refilled and I grabbed it thankfully as I gulp one glass and then a second. Looking to the window it was clearly nighttime. Maybe he had gone to bed? Slowly I moved the blanket away and swing my legs over the side of the large bed. Standing was a task I was clearly not ready for had I been an outside observer or been aware mentally of what state I was actually in. I stood as I normally would. Confidentially. But then there was a huge crash as I fell to the floor, the world spinning out around me caused my stomach to lurch.

I heard heavy footsteps and then the door open. Shit shit shit shit shit. I slowly opened my eyes to see the man stalking towards me. He had a look of pure malice on his face and I felt fear rush through my. Tingling my nerves in a way so very similar yet so very different then the pleasure had.

"What do you think you're- HEY!" He reached out for me as I quickly dodged away from him and pulled myself under the bed. Crying out in fear as my muscles still shook from such an intense orgasm just minutes before. "Listen you! Get back out here and get back in that bed right now!" His tone was so commanding I felt myself freeze in terror as memories from the army took over for a few moments. Memories of men screaming in my face, of men grasping my backside in inappropriate ways whenever they thought they could sneak the touch. Memories of being forced to do things I wouldn't have done. I closed my eyes fighting the feelings of terror and locked my muscles in place as I gripped the bedframe above my face, bracing myself incase he tried to pull me out. He let out a shout of frustration as he did just as I feared he would. He got down on the floor and pulled his huge frame under the bed.

I was clenching my teeth and muscles so hard at this point, shaking in fear. Waiting for the inevitable. Yet nothing happened. I could hear him next to me. I could feel his breath on the skin of my arm which was attempting to protect my face and head at all costs. "Kid..." His voice was so pleading that it broke slightly. My eyes snapped open and I looked into his intense blue gaze. "What happened to make you this scared of me. Look. I- I didn't mean to scare you. Just... you're sick right now. Look your skin is flushed, you're still panting, and you're shaking. Let me help you. I can help you." His voice was so gentle. So sincere. I felt the damn break again and fresh hot tears cascaded down my cheeks again. I loosened my grip and felt myself relax as I cried my heart out for the second time. He took the opportunity to immediately grab me, cradling me in his arms. I rested my head on his shoulder once he positioned us so that I Was slightly on top of him, cradled into his side with one arm around me and the other soothingly rubbing circles up and down my arm. "You're safe here. I promise you're safe. I won't let anyone else hurt you." The words broke me down further. I never expected to hear those words. I never expected to be held, to be comforted. To be near anyone who could show any amount of gentleness. Once I calmed I replied in the only way I knew. I looked up at him and moved my body to kiss his neck. He froze underneath me as I began to suck and nibble.

This is what those guys always wanted me to do. Maybe it's what he wants from me too. I slowly moved my leg over his and gentle ground my knee into his groin causing him to grunt and slowly grow hard.

"Kid. Stop." I paused for a second before sucking on a spot to try and make a mark. There was a distinct popping noise as my mouth was disconnected from his skin. I found myself not longer on top of him but being pulled out from under the bed. As soon as there was room the man grabbed both of my shoulders and pressed me into the ground. It wasn't pleasant. Honestly it kind of hurt.

"Ow, Why a-" I stopped as I looked into his eyes. Anger and hurt. "Isn't this what... Don't you want me?"

"Listen kid..." The look had turned to confusion

"Stop calling me kid! I'm not a kid! I'm a 20 year old and if I wasn't drugged I'd be able to kick your ass!" He smirked at this.

"You really think so do ya?" At that he sat up his legs on either side of me. "Oh we can spar once you're better. That much I promise you. But Kid." I grumbled at the apparent nickname "Don't you remember what happened in the alley? I know you hit you're head... but do you really think you could take me on after that?" I froze as the realization hit me. Cold terror washed through my veins replacing all of the lust I was still feeling from the drug. The cloud of black dust. The grim reaper. The terror of the monsters black eyes staring into what felt like my eternal soul. "Fuck."