Chapter five (I think)
Laughing Set poured boiling hot oil down Ron's bare shoulders, watching as the scented liquid run down his back, leaving bright red abrasions where it ran. Biting his lips, Ron hold back his cries of pain, tears slipping out of his closed eyes. " I will not cry out loud," muttered Ron repeatedly as Set's cold fingers raced down his back, next to the burns.
"No. You will not," snarled Set, digging his nails into the brand new welts. " My vessels are never weak. Never!" Leaning over Set bought forward a red gold chalice and dipped his fingers into the shimmering liquid. "When you are strong enough, nobody will be able to separate us. Until then I will condition your body," With a crooked smile Set slowly started to paint spirals on Ron's body with that liquid "as well as pamper it."
Eyes widening, Ron's back arched involuntarily. Where Set painted on his back, deep-pulling sensations occurred. Ron's back was an embodiment of colors; fresh bloody rows, dark blue spheres, and now shimmering gold spirals. Every single mark that was on Ron was made by Set.
Laughing wildly, Set watched as Ron screamed as his back arched. Drinking some of the liquid Set watched Ron settle back down on his bed, faced twisted up in misery. Cradling Ron's head in his arms, Set pushed back the dark red hair from his forehead. " Ron…you must drink this." Set said as a pure crystal wineglass appeared next to Set.
Taking the glass from Set, Ron took a small swallow of dark red drink. The drink tasted of ripe fruit and it burned going down his throat. " That's it," Set cooed as he gently messaged Ron's shoulders when he emptied the glass. Drinking that glass of bright red liquid meant the end of this night rendezvous.
Glass slipping from his fingers, Ron collapsed on the soft gold bed, forehead suddenly burning hot in fever. Wavering Ron watched as Set closed the see through curtains around the bed. "W-w-what was in that?" Ron thickly said as Set crawled into the bed next to it him.
"Nothing" growled Set as he forced Ron's head into his chest. As Ron's quick short breaths changed to deep peaceful ones, Set placed Ron's head back on the pillow. Turning Ron on his back, Set's blazing Blue eyes searched the stormy gray aura that surrounded Ron.
Smiling Set's eyes greedily looked at all the cracks, which streaked the Aura like lighting bolts during a spring thunderstorm. He created those spider webs; every single crack represented a seed of doubt, longing, and blame that Set had planted in Ron.
Stroking the largest crack in Ron's Aura, a boy's face filled Set's view. "So that is the one person who is hindering Ron's full submission." Set mused silently. With a wild smile, Set shoved his hands into the crack.
Finding himself inside a foreign bedroom with the boy's arm lazily resting on Ron's hip, Set grinned malevolently. Pulling the boy closer to him, Set started to softly kiss the area between his neck and his shoulders. " Ron…" said the boy, his voice filled with passion, pleasure, and surprise. Ignoring the boy, Set made his kisses rougher. "Ron…" the boy said again, but this time his voice tinted with pain and worry. Pulling away, Set laughed as he watched the boy place his hand to his bleeding neck, and looked back at Set shocked.
" Run away, little boy. Run." Sneered Set, watching the boy's eyes widen. " For when I return to England, I would chase you all over England. I would make you run for your life and when your very soul screams out in pain, the only comfort you had will no longer come when you cry out his name. Oh no," Pulling Draco closer, Set licked the flowing blood off Draco's neck. " It would be Ron who kills you in fact. The one night when you cannot bare running anymore, he would come to you. With mercy in his eyes, and me in his heart, he would sooth away your troubles with soft sounding words and lies. He would dig my dagger into your back and when your corpse lies on the floor growing colder he would laugh and return to me, ready to be my royal hound, and faithful whore."
Exiting the dream, Set watched the changes in Ron's aura. It was beautiful, to Set's eyes, the pale gray aura becoming darker with each glass of blood Ron drank. Soon, Ron will not only wish for his kiss of bliss to take away the pain, he would do anything to get one more kiss. Laughing softly, Set disappeared from Ron's bedroom.
A/n: Bad Set! Bad! So I went a little crazy in this chapter, but I sure grabbed your attention huh? HeheHehe… but yea tell me what you think!