Starting disclaimer: Square owns them, and I play with them! Or, more realistically, they play amongst themselves…
Warnings: …fufufufufu. Now, that would spoil a lot.
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Chapter 6
There had been explosions all day, and Zell was moved back from Adel's room into his. Zell guessed Adel was conquering Esthar as he'd told Zell he would. So, in his windowless room, he studied books and books and occasionally fingered his choker, waiting for Seifer.
He had no doubt in his mind Seifer would come for him, and the feeling had grown stronger and stronger as the time passed. He could barely contain his excitement, even as an explosion grew a little too close for comfort and the glasses rattled. Seifer was coming. Zell fingered the choker again.
There were no more calls from the cabinet, perhaps though due more to location than knowledge. Zell shivered. Things like that were creepy. Who kept their dead, suicidal knight's ashes in a cabinet?
Speaking of which, it was later at night, and Adel hadn't contacted him all-
Cue the servant, Zell thought bitterly.
"My sorceress," came a small voice. Zell stood up, wondering if there were more notes. "Adel wishes to see you." The servant bowed their apology of their intrusion on Zell's solitude.
Zell undid the choker, and as he did waves of guilt poured through him. He was sleeping with the enemy. He was betraying his knight and still he couldn't get out of this situation. If he didn't go willingly, he'd be forced to, and he didn't want to think about how Adel would drag him down to the room. Seifer wouldn't want him if he found out, he realized. Seifer thought that maybe he was saving Zell, but if he found out Zell was no more than a whore, he'd leave in an instant. Tears started pouring down his cheeks and Zell couldn't stand up. He shoved the books out of the way and held his head in his arms. The servant seemed flustered at this. Usually, one obeyed Adel without question. No one acted on their impulse to cry. No one, not even the servants as Adel punished them or when Odine used them for experimenting.
She left, saying nothing. Zell looked at the choker, watching as the light glimmered from its smooth, polished surface and shoved it in a drawer. Seifer wouldn't have to look at him again, but neither could Adel. Adel couldn't have this, Adel couldn't have him. Maybe if he stood up to Adel, he'd be worthy of Seifer.
Or maybe he was just a whore. Zell felt the tears again.
The servant had now reached Adel's room, where the red-haired sorceress was waiting. "I am sorry, my sorceress," she told him. "But he is crying, and he cannot find it in himself to stand."
Adel's eyes narrowed and he was out of the room in an instant, knowing what thoughts would accompany the ones Zell was feeling. He started coaxing the little power he had still in Zell to comfort the blonde boy, though all he could feel was a sense of dread. He had not worked this hard to have the boy end up like his own Knight, after all.
The door surprisingly opened gently as Adel entered Zell's room. A pitiful sight lay before him, his beautiful boy crying into his arms. The comfort Adel was giving was not enough, and Adel decided he would need a more…friendly approach, not one of a king to a queen. Something to show they were equals, he decided, picking up a chair and setting it on the other side of the desk. The servants stayed outside, as was their place, and did not enter.
Gently, which was an uncommon touch from his hand, he petted the boy's arm. "Zell?" he asked, and Zell looked up briefly with hope in his eyes. The hope died down as soon as the boy's eyes met his face and the boy sat up, rubbing at puffy red eyes. Even his hair was a mess, and the dress was slightly wet.
"Zell?" Adel asked again, trying to pour unfamiliar emotions into his words. He tried for care and he was starting to get condescending. "Are you okay?"
Zell backed away, shaking his head. "Get away from me," Zell told him. Adel's eyes flashed with anger and previous events occurred before his eyes. Zell must not end up like that, Adel told himself. "Get away!"
"Zell. I want to help you," Adel cooed, trying to coax his power to gently persuade Zell to believe him. "I want to know how to make my pretty's tears stop."
Zell snarled at him, actually snarled at him. "Your whore," he corrected angrily, standing up and putting up his fists defensively. "I'm just your whore."
The words, he realized, were not meant to excite him and Adel stood as well. Also, the words were far too close to the others and Adel held out his hands. "Come, Zell. I would never bed you if you did not want it." He refrained from adding that Zell had been begging the last time, such statements were not going to help, though it had been lovely.
Zell shook, his fists getting ready to fly. "You…you manipulated me," Zell responded suddenly. "Like now."
Adel's eyes narrowed and he realized the boy must not learn the truth. "Nonsense," Adel lied, smiling gently. "I do not manipulate those I care about."
Zell's fists flew, and Adel managed to place a protect in time. The boy gave out a roar, punching the shield repeatedly. The shield was wearing, and Adel did not need this now.
"Stop, Zell," Adel told him gently. "If this is what you think then you may think it, but I know it is not true. You are not my fuc- whore." Adel almost caught himself saying scarily too familiar words. "You are not a whore to anybody. You are a sorceress, beautiful and graceful, and you deserve to be treated as such."
The fists had fallen to the blonde's side and Adel wrapped Zell in a hug. "Shh, boy. All will be well." Zell nodded blankly, though it was obvious he did not believe the older sorceress. Adel picked Zell up, bringing back emotion to the blonde's face.
"Adel, what-"
"I'm taking you to what I called you for." Adel told him, chuckling. "It's nothing horrifying, I promise." Zell swallowed and nodded, placing his hands around Adel's neck for support.
Oh, Seifer'd be pissed at this, if he ever found out.
Adel led him to his room, but instead of setting Zell on the bed, he moved to the bathroom. There was a bath drawn, and different liquids and such decorating around it. Zell squirmed to flee, but Adel held him.
"There are new things to discover about your power," Adel whispered almost dominantly, and Zell decided to stay, and Adel set him down. As soon as Zell was down, Adel undid the ribbon that held Zell's dress together in the back.
"Adel?" Zell asked, a thought coming to him.
"Yes?" Adel responded.
"Why don't we have zippers on our dresses?" Zell continued. Adel grinned and wrapped the ribbon gently around Zell's neck, tying it into a bow.
"If you had a zipper, I'd never be able to see your back," Adel told him, letting a finger run down Zell's spine. Zell arched and those thoughts came back to him. "But get in the bath. There are potions and powders that could get you higher than any drug here."
Zell took off the dress, closing his eyes as he knew Adel gasped at the sight of him. Adel grinned when Zell couldn't find it in himself to move, so he picked up the boy and placed him in the bath, ribbon and all. Zell squirmed. The water was almost scalding.
Adel chuckled as he brought out the first potion. This would satisfy the boy's power, make it happy and dormant, like a kitten. "This will cure the hunger your power has," he told Zell. "Tell me how much you want, if you want any." Let the boy think he had a choice. Tonight, he was running his hands down those arms and those bangles were coming off.
There were many bottles, but there were really three main potions with different scents. One for calming the power, one for submission, and one for getting the other excited, though he hoped not to use that one. That would spoil his fun. And it may invoke other ideas in the blonde, ideas that Adel really didn't want. He could tease his boy and then pull away, leaving a very, very frustrated amount of feelings and a huge amount of confusion. When there was confusion, Adel could morph the feelings then to have his boy completely in his grasp.
But for now, Zell looked at the bottle, strangely not feeling all that naked around this man. "Can I try a little?" he asked, and Adel applied it to his back.
Suddenly Zell was content. His power seemed to happily lap at the liquid and it seemed to sleep contentedly afterwards. Zell suddenly felt independent of it, and while he knew it wasn't gone completely it was as if a great burden had been left from him, and Zell closed his eyes. He felt normal again. "How long will this last?" he asked quietly, much too interested in the benefits than the fact Adel was making shapes in the goo on his back.
"The more you put on, the longer it lasts. Water makes it stronger. If I were to place this all over your arms, legs and torso, it'd last for about a day." Adel smirked as Zell's eyes got wider.
"A day?" Zell asked, amazed. "I can feel like a person for a day?" He looked up at the sorceress, though Adel was hardly comforting.
Adel set Zell back, holding the bottle in front of him, leaning against the bath to place his head on Zell's shoulder. "I don't use it often, it can be quite addictive. I'm sure Edea used it quite often. See, some sorceresses, they don't like their power, but I'm sure you're quite different. Sometimes it takes a while before you can see how useful your gifts are." Adel kissed Zell's neck softly. "But I'm sure you'd be happy for a day? I'm sure the power came as quite a shock, and most people try to enjoy their 'freedom' before acquiring it. Regretfully, you had no choice in the matter."
Was Adel trying to make up to him? Zell took the bottle, looking at it. Adel was right, this had been a huge, sudden burden on him and he hadn't been prepared at all. His time with Seifer was a prime example. Was Adel sorry? Zell stopped thinking as Adel let another drop hit his chest. The power happily surged forth, and then scampered deeper away.
"Can I drink it?" Zell asked, holding the bottle. He wanted this damn thing to go away, he wanted to be a person again. Adel chuckled.
"It's poisonous," Adel told him softly. "But I will teach it to you if you like." Adel stroked Zell's arm, the lotion slipping on the bangles. "Let's get these off, you'll grow weak soon if you have them on."
Zell nodded and the two set to the task- not breaking them, as Seifer had done, but saving them, almost. As soon as they were off Zell could see he was going to need some serious training- he still had muscle, but it wasn't being used often, and it was starting to show. Adel traced his arm, breath hitching.
"I've never seen such milky skin," came the whisper in Zell's ear. Adel took the bottle back, then, leaving Zell to undo the other arm. It wasn't hard, and Zell was so at task that he managed to ignore the mixing of liquids into a similar container.
Adel grinned. Submission and a power calmer would ensure Zell would stay in his room for the night. He applied the new liquid to the boy's arms, the glop the same color, same smell as before. Zell happily sighed as the hands roamed over him, only tensing as they moved to his abdomen. The hands however, stopped and got back up. Adel moved to the other side of the tub, then, starting with Zell's feet.
"I think, if you weren't an evil dictator, you'd make an excellent masseuse," Zell told him dreamily. "This is the best massage I've ever had." Somehow his angry thoughts of Adel had slipped, all he knew was that Adel was really talented, really handsome, and really, really…Zell couldn't care and just sighed happily in the water.
"I'll let you finish your bath," Adel told him, taking the dress and stuffing it in a laundry basket. The famed sorceress left, then, though the door was wide open in invitation.
The water felt good, and Zell didn't feel like leaving. He felt like cuddling and kissing and he deeply wanted Seifer to be with him.
"Zell?" came a cry, and Zell looked up, though he couldn't see anyone. It had sounded like Rinoa. Realizing his stupidity, he hit his head. Of course he couldn't hear her- his power was dominant, as if bangles were still on him. Adel must have known that. Zell looked around for something he could use against Adel- maybe the powdered dragon bone would be in here. Zell got up, rinsing the goop off and pulled the drain. There were large, fluffy towels and he wrapped himself in one as he opened a cabinet.
Hundreds of bottles, some empty, some filled, were cluttered in the tiny space. Zell gasped, wondering where to start. No wonder Odine could come back with a different potion every night. There were different labels, such as, "vocal", or "fiery", or even "biting" and Zell wondered how Adel knew them all. How would one find the ingredients to make such a potion? The only way he knew about the dragon bone is because Odine let it slip.
"Zell?" A call from a now-worried Adel, realizing Zell was opening things, things he didn't want discovered. "Zell, come here."
Zell didn't want to, not with this discovery, but his legs moved him up. He came, obedient as his mind decided to get Adel back for this. Adel probably mixed some of these things in his salad dressing last night, which meant-
Which meant he wasn't a whore. Zell smiled to himself at the thought. Seifer might still put up with him after all.
Adel noted the smile and started growing angry that the blonde had indeed figured out his potions. Growling, he moved over to the bed, wondering how he could confuse the blonde even more, wondering how he could gain control over this.
"What's wrong?" Zell asked him.
"I was wondering if you could get me a drink," Adel told him, trying to be nice. Plans formed in his mind. "But as you are out of the bathroom, I will get drinks for the both of us." Adel stood and Zell stepped in his way.
"Umm…no." Zell stated quickly. This was perfect- he could drug Adel and then run for freedom. And even if he couldn't, Adel would be furious at the sight of his potions being looked at. "It's no trouble, if you could find me something to…slip into," he added with a sultry tone. Adel grinned and Zell turned, thanking Hyne for this chance.
The boy would be punished, but Adel would enjoy it. Adel cackled inside. Oh, he knew how to give the boy his due. The only clear potion in there was one he knew well, and it wasn't quite clear at all. And the cups he had were all glass, the boy was doomed to fail.
" 'Playful slave'," Zell read. "This looks interesting." He poured the translucent liquid into the glass, wondering what Adel would be like if he drank it. Zell shrugged, supposing he'd find out.
/He knows, came a thought, but Zell shoved it away. Adel couldn't have known, Adel couldn't have seen him. He poured some of the liquid, not all, and then placed the bottle back as carefully as he could. He filled the glasses then with water and noted that Adel's had a slight blue looking tint to it. He winced.
As he emerged, Adel was holding up another dress, though this was one was more like something Rinoa wore to the party. A nightgown, Zell's mind informed him. Zell set the water down. "Why is it always dresses with you?"
"It matches your bow," Adel told him curtly and took a sip of Zell's water. Zell blanched.
"That was my glass," he stated worriedly.
"We can switch, if it's that much of a problem," Adel told him, and Zell took back the glass. Adel looked at his own- indeed, there was a blue tint. Zell had used that potion, after all. Adel pretended to sip, and set it down. Zell's eyes grew wide, his face giving away his trump card. "Dresses are also easier to fuck in," the taller sorceress stated then. "You lift up the dress, have a quickie, and then return to your dictatorship and no one's the wiser. With pants, you have to zip them up and slid them back up."
Zell choked on his own water. That was really too much information. He was wearing a dress so Adel could have a quickie with him? Adel was shifting in his seat, almost like he was…well, in heat. "Zell," Adel asked, pretending to sip again. "Kiss me," Adel moaned, and took a huge gulp of water, some dribbling down his chin. Adel swallowed, and Zell leaned forward, pressing their lips together. He supposed he could humor his captor a little, and opened his mouth gently.
With that, the water was suddenly forced into his mouth and he swallowed involuntarily. Oh, fuck oh fuck oh fuck… He'd just drunk… the potion….
"Silly boy," Adel stated, offering the water. "You should get dressed, and have some water." Zell suddenly took it, finishing it off and his mind screamed at him for it. Zell was thirsty, and finished off his glass, too.
Adel smirked and pulled the dress on Zell. "I think it's sleepy-time," Adel taunted, and Zell shook his head.
"No, sir, I want to play!" came the words from Zell's mouth, and his face showed horror as he spoke them.
"Play?" Adel perked up. "Just what would we play?"
Zell came over to him then, pressing against the man and grinding himself shamelessly against the older sorceress. "Play," the younger sorceress whispered in Adel's ear. Adel shivered. "Please, sir," came the heated addition.
Adel traced the blonde's sides down to his hips, much enjoying this new side of Zell. "Why should we play? You've been naughty, trying to get me to drink that potion."
He knew! Zell thought angrily, That bastard knew! "You pretended to swallow, huh?" Zell stated, giggling. A finger drew its way down the purple-tinted stomach. "Can you swallow in other ways?"
Adel simply let his smirk speak for him.
The thoughts Zell was having and the actions he was doing didn't match. His power was dormant, and so he wouldn't be able to fight off the potion like he had when Seifer found him. Zell moved to a chair, crossing his legs to hide Adel's eyes from whatever was underneath, though it was a sad attempt to hide in the sheer fabric.
Oh, his boy was so beautiful. Adel had many games he could play, he had many ideas he could use. He slipped out of his dress and lay down on the bed, Zell watching intently.
"Zell, be a good boy and hand me that feather over there." Zell happily did as he was told, getting a very long, very full feather. Zell climbed over the bed, and Adel took it. "I think, to enjoy this game, you'll need your nightgown off."
It came off, while the real Zell refused to watch any longer. He sadly listened as Adel instructed him to sit on his chest, bouncing slightly. He felt tingles as the feather rubbed up against him in new places, 'causing him to stop and giggle.
Adel gave him a small slap for stopping.
"Bad Zell," he teased, and Zell slinkily lay on top of the older man. Adel blinked. "What is it now, boy?" (1)
Zell whispered his request and Adel couldn't help but loose control at that. Zell was flipped over instantly, much to his delight, and Adel got off the bed hurriedly to search for a rope. When his search was over, he wasted no time tying the blonde's hands together and to the bed. Zell tested the bonds, they were strong, almost unbreakable, and that made him hot.
I don't believe this…
Adel then continued his feather-attack, letting the tickling item rub under Zell's chin, having the boy jerk up and down with laughter. The feather moved to more sensual places, and then the boy was begging him, and Adel wondered if he should have gagged the boy. He did look beautiful from this angle, tied up and hair in face, and begging.
It only took the begging, but it still was a pretty picture. Adel licked his lips.
"Adel, please, please, please," came the words from Zell's mouth and his brain was starting to follow. Stupid potion!
Adel's hands ran along Zell's arms, and Adel started to speak. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, boy? Your hair is like gold, your skin is smooth like silk, and yet you are powerful. You are elegance. You are a god."
Zell blushed and Adel leaned over him, almost touching their lips together. "Everything a perfect sorceress should be," Adel whispered before plunging into Zell's mouth. Zell whined and struggled against the rope, wanting Adel inside him. Adel adjusted so they rubbed against each other and Zell started shamelessly to thrust his hips up. Adel pulled back. "Zell, I thought you weren't a whore, and I have no want to treat you as such."
"I am," the youth responded heatedly, raggedly. "I am so a whore, sir, I want to be tied up and fucked mercilessly. Come in me, sir, please, I want to feel you inside me, I want you to own me…" Zell watched in shame as his mouth poured out these words and then the potion really took effect, enough to douse his thoughts. Zell's legs suddenly kicked Adel and threw him off the bed, and Adel got up, furious. Zell giggled. "Do I get a whipping now, sir? I've been baaaaad."
Adel pulled out a whip from the drawer he had landed against as the anger vanished.
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Adel awoke first this time, pulling the boy to him. He'd have to use that potion more often, the boy was really a tease when he wanted to be. They had ended in the bedroom, but Zell needed to be cleaned again and that was why they had the shower together- Adel kissed a welt that merged with a scrape gently. He'd even gotten the boy to call him "Master" and Adel got completely hard at that thought, and the once-fantasies were now memories and they haunted him. Once he was finished brainwashing the boy, he was sure they could have several amounts of playtime together.
The boy moaned and Adel stroked his arms. They never ceased to amaze the red-haired man. Neither was it uninteresting when the blonde spread his legs for him, looking behind his shoulder invitingly. Adel shivered and pressed his chest to the boy's back, nestling his heat between Zell's legs. Blonde lashes fluttered open and Adel kissed him gently.
"How do you feel?"
"Tired, sir," came the reply. The potion wasn't completely off, and Adel resisted the urge to take advantage of it. Well, not resisted. Rethought would be a better term for it, Adel informed himself. He would not, would not take the boy this morning.
Hand-jobs were not the same as taking. "Do you hurt?" Adel asked, and Zell nodded wearily.
"It doesn't matter, sir, I'll be…" Zell suddenly started crying, and Adel held him tightly. "I'll be…" The rational thought must have been catching up, so Adel left him and got dressed, shutting the door behind him, as much as he did not want to. It would be best if he did not take advantage of the boy in this state, to make it seem that Zell was opening up to Adel on his own.
Zell's tears flowed as he remembered the evening. He knew without a doubt Seifer would never want him now, and he pulled on the dress Adel had left for him. He slumped back onto the bed, crying harder than he had last time.
/I know what this is like… / came a voice, and Zell looked up. The cabinet was calling him, and it wasn't cooing to him, it was simply stating facts that Zell would like to know. Zell opened the cabinet door, and ashes floated around him, as if Zell was the eye of a hurricane. Through the ashes, Zell could almost see a face. / Don't think yourself a fucktoy, kid, because you're not. /
"But what I did…" Zell realized the ashes were lightly wiping away his tears. "I really am…"
Two bright blue eyes as bright as his own looked at him through the mini-dust storm. / You didn't ask to take those potions. You didn't ask to be used like this, kid. I know. Adel is mean and selfish- he'll take care of you like a pet. I'm sure he'll give you a dress or something tonight. See, he'll call you all sort of things- beautiful, as long as you stay with him. Your knight, kid, tell me, did he take advantage of you with those potions/ There was a hand under his chin and Zell shook his head.
"No," Zell responded, sorting things out. Adel did not care for him, Adel was not sorry. "But Seifer doesn't want…he doesn't want me now."
/ He'd be a selfish knight if he didn't understand. This isn't your fault, kid, no more than it was mine. / Suddenly Zell could see long blonde hair in a pontytail, a face almost like his own. Adel's story flew out of his mind and different pieces were fitting into the puzzle inside his head. / You aren't yourself with those potions; you're what Adel wants you to be. I suggest trying to be romantic with your food, sharing pieces, seeing which Adel eats and which he doesn't. Don't try to drug him; he knows his potions. And above all/ The ashes moved back into the urn and the cabinet shut again as Zell was left speechless, / Remember your knight is coming. /
Zell said a thank-you as he left the room, wanting to get Seifer's choker back as soon as possible. Somehow the dead knight had brought more hope than Odine had, and Zell felt something else inside himself- confidence. He tried contacting Rinoa, tried getting her to respond, but she wouldn't. Zell blamed it on the power and opened his door, where servants were busy taking care of food or such. "My sorceress," came a startled reply, though the emotion was well-hidden, "we did not expect you."
"It's okay," Zell told them, smiling. "I don't mind if you do your jobs while I'm here."
The servants also seemed to smile, but they did not look at him. He would not be like Adel, they knew. He would not enslave them or hit them or yell at them. He would be kind.
As soon as they left Zell opened the drawer and pulled out the choker, kissing it. "I love you, Seifer," he whispered, hoping Seifer could hear him.
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Delta banter: Zell would like to add he is most definitely not a whore, unless Seifer or Adel has him in a closet. That is most distracting to write with as odd little sounds so through the door, it sounds like… like… well, like someone's a whore.
Ow, Zell, don't hit me!
1. slinkily- this may or may not be a word, but think of it as "smoothly, playfully" in case it isn't.
See you all next time.