ZEDD
I stalk toward my room, betting anything that he's there. I left Dar with Pina and I have no doubt that he's planning his retribution despite her assurances that had he tried to go any further she would have broken his hand after she threw him through a wall. What in every, any and all the hells was Thomas thinking? Once more, Thomas has closed the bond, irritating me even more as at the very least I want him to feel how furious I am at him right now.
I throw the door open and find Thomas sitting at the table, feet propped up on it. There's also a bottle of my good Eltarain whisky and two glasses on the table. He looks up calmly at my entrance, seemingly unconcerned - even when I close and lock the door. He picks up one of the glasses and takes a small sip before he says, "Welcome back."
I stalk across the room as he sets the glass back on the table as if my rage is some common occurrence that he should disregard. Hands clenched at my sides to avoid snatching him up from his chair, I growl at him, "What in all the hells were you doing, Thomas?"
"What do you mean?" Something is very wrong - not only is he showing no fear of me, he's also far too calm about this confrontation.
"What you did to Pina - why would you do that?" Manipulating me into giving into his wants is one thing, actively attacking Scorpina however is something else entirely. Something that I would never think him capable of while good or evil.
"I just showed her."
"Showed her what?" This bits and pieces information giving is starting to piss me off.
"The future." What now?
Dragging my hands through my hair, willing my anger and frustration to settle to a manageable level I don't think I pull it off if his amused look means anything. "The future? What future? And get your feet off the table."
Slowly, he sets his feet on the floor and stands. His voice is cold when he speaks. "The future where I am in charge and will do what I want when I want." He pauses. "Oh, wait. That's now." Oh, really? "You've gone soft, Zedd - soft and good. And if you think for one minute that I'm going to bow down to you any more, you have another think coming." The hell I do!
He starts to walk past me and I grab his arm. "Thomas-"
I don't get any further as he spins around. I realize a heartbeat too late that he's come around swinging. I catch a back hand to the mouth and a roundhouse punch to the eye that puts me on the floor. What the hell?! I look up at him standing over me, stunned briefly as his eyes flash green again, even brighter and longer than before. I suddenly realize that the spell Rita put on him gained strength as it waited to be released.
"You don't touch me without permission! Do you understand me?" Okay, now this has gone too far. Recalling Goldar's earlier comment of what could happen should he no longer fear me while under this damn influence, it hits me that he was right and I am in a very bad position for one if not both of us to come out of this hurt. Hoping to put an end to it before it does come to that I try to summon my staff, but it doesn't appear. Abruptly, I realize that it's not in the corner where I left it and I can't even sense its magic. A sneer appears on Thomas' face as he follows my gaze to the now empty corner. "And don't even bother to try and summon your staff. I've taken care of that little problem."
My blood freezes at this statement. Granted, I can still hurt him if I must, but I'd rather not if there is another way. Slowly, I pull myself up from the floor, making certain not to take my eyes off of him as I straighten to my full height. "Where is it, Thomas?"
"Nowhere you'll find it." Oh so we're playing hide and seek are we now. Let's see how much fun that'll be when Goldar removes and hides your organs. Telling the barrage of rather evil thoughts to shut up as this isn't truly his fault and that I can't actually let Goldar harm him, I refocus with some difficulty on the current situation.
Taking a deep breath I try again. "Thomas, I am warning you. You say I've gone soft, but what you call soft I call humanity. However even my new found humanity only goes so far, and you are quickly reaching the end of it and my patience. I love you Thomas, you are part of my family, a very small and select family, and I will do whatever I can to protect and help you. That being said though, right now, I am about to beat you unconscious if you do not settle down and tell me where the hell my staff is."
"You're pathetic."
"Thomas-"
"Shut up. I've had enough of your whining. You will do what you're told when you're told." Wanna bet? Before I can respond, he says, "Strip out of your clothes and get on the bed." I hesitate as my thoughts race. I could technically take him down in hand to hand combat, and if I had to the swords displayed on the far wall of the room are easy enough for me to grab before he could. However that would very likely end badly for his health and well-being and I doubt Goldar will allow Pina to fix him up afterwards given the current situation. That plan not working I try again watching him twitch in impatience as I realize if I'm not willing to harm him the best I can hope for is to distract him and try for a long shot. If I can get him off - at least once - maybe it'll snap him back to reality. If nothing else, it'll keep him away from the others for the time being. "Now!"
Deciding I have little choice since even with how angry I am I can't bring myself to actually lash out at him I guess I'm stuck with doing this the hard way, so to speak. Slowly, I pull my clothes off and lie down, waiting for what's next. He thinks he's in control, but I have a number of skills and tricks that I haven't used yet. "Happy now?"
"I'll be happy when you're begging." We'll see about that. In a moment, he's stripped off his own clothing and has me in his mouth, but stops shortly after I'm hard. "Turn over," he growls. "On your knees and be grateful that I'm letting you stay on the bed rather than on the stone floor."
Oh he's going to pay for this. Reminding myself that it's the evil and not really him, I do as he says, in spite of how much it galls me. He climbs on the bed behind me and I barely have a moment to grab a breath before he thrusts in hard and starts a hard, fast pace. I have got to force him past the point of no return before I get there myself. Unfortunately, in this position, he's hitting my hot spot with every stroke and as Goldar stated earlier, I do admit that given how long I have been without, my self-control is lacking at best right now. I do the only thing I can think of to speed him along and tighten my muscles on him.
"Fuck, yes, Zedd!" I don't expect what he does next, although I should have, I suppose. He reaches around and begins to stroke me and I can't help but moan. "Come on, Zedd. You know you want to." You have no idea. "Maybe when you do, I'll let you suck me off."
That would work, as I have far more skills that way than I do being taken, however trusting that he will allow himself to get off is another matter entirely. Still, I decide to try and hold out as long as possible, hoping that him denying himself will speed things along. Suddenly, his thrusts become jerky and uneven and I know that he's close. He pulls out of me roughly and pushes me over on my back. In a moment, he's swallowed me whole again as he buries his fingers deep in me. I realize that he's denied himself again and it irritates me and helps me control myself a little longer. A new idea occurs to me and it's worth a shot - especially if he's as far gone as I think he is. "Thomas, let me ride you." He sucks harder and it's all I can do to focus on my earlier anger at him instead of his current actions. "Thomas, pet, please."
He jerks his mouth off me, the venom in his voice speaking much more tellingly than his words. "I'm nobody's pet," he growls. Must remember to address that little issue when he's back to himself. Sudden concern shoving my earlier anger aside, I'm about to try again when he suddenly thrusts his fingers faster and harder and to the point that despite my tolerance for rough play it's starting to hurt. "I'm the master now."
"Fine! But you're hurting me, Thomas, and I want to ride you."
Suddenly pausing at my words, I see a brief flash of concern in his eyes before it's gone once more, replaced by the telling flash of green I'm beginning to despise. Quickly refocusing he removes his fingers and thrusts his length in again. "Not until you get off. I want to see you first." Oh god, he's going to try and hold back again. I shift my legs, pulling them up to give him better access and once more he's hitting that spot just right. I just have to focus on something - anything - else to hold on. I have to win this battle of wills or we're - I'm going to lose him.
I'm losing ground fast as he continues to pound into me. Before I know it, I'm shouting out my pleasure, all my muscles tightening. Thinking on how I am going to hate myself for having to actually harm him to keep him from harming the others now I suddenly realize that he's locked into place as well, moaning loudly as he throbs inside me. Success! I can only hope that once will be enough to snap him out of it as right now I'm not certain I can handle another round.
It's only a few moments later that I realize my concerns of going again are unneeded as he goes limp, collapsing on his side. Quickly, I check on him only to find him totally unconscious from the power of the orgasm he'd been denying himself as well as hopefully the loss of power from the spell being broken. I ease off the bed after making certain he will remain out for the time being and go clean up before I return to care for him. It's not long before he's cleaned, back in his boxers and under the covers. Now, I just have to hope it worked and go convince Dar not to kill him if it did.
