Title: voices
Summary: Tristan is slowly getting used to his treatment. But slowly layers of his true nature peel off, as he is slowly being consumed by himself. In hopes to get rid of his feelings he tries to write them down; hoping that his master won't find them…
Warning: well you know the drill… boy on boy… master slave… well at least I think it consensual… although I'm not quite sure. ;)
Authors note: I really hope you enjoy this. Please leave a review.
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Tristan still had no rights with his little situation. Then again why would he?
Although he had been officially promoted to 'bed-warmer', he was not allowed to go out of his master's bedroom. He was not even allowed to put on clothes.
"Clothes are only a bother, you're going to take them off anyway so why put them on?"
He would say that… and Tristan could not do anything but except it…
Although he could walk around the bedroom. He would often sit on the open window and look out for seagulls… or sea-kings to eat him…
It disturbed him how often he thought about death… there was darkness inside this room that was closing in on him… and he was calling it.
The day when he decided to give up on him was just pretend… "Cum inside" he said and shuddered every time he thought about it, he hated that he said it. But he had to for his master to stop…
He thought a lot about his past. Trying desperately to remember something, but with no luck.
His master didn't spend much time with him, so solitude and loneliness plagued him. And he didn't let anyone come in here ether... witch he supposed was just as good. But still he wished for someone to talk to...
He had papers and pens… so technically he was talking to himself, sometimes then he wrote down his thoughts and wonders about the world, and his memories from when he woke up… he reached about three papers now. Filled both sides in small lettering…
He had thought about jumping into the ocean again, but he feared what would happen if he would fail again. Or then again, he dared to say that he feared death just a bit. He felt he wasn't supposed to die… yet.
He would hide the papers with his writing well. Well at least his master hadn't found them yet… he wasn't exactly sure what he would do if his master would find them. If anything then he was sure it would involve a lot of leashes and chains.
Aah his leash… his master would take it off for the most, only when he left for a while then he would make sure he didn't go anywhere. But for Tristan it was just one more way to kill himself.
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It was the later part of the day, and Doflamingo had came into his quarters for a ether a hanky-panky or a Doflamingo let his pet sleep, softly stroking his back and smiling when he almost purred as a response.
Stretching like a cat Tristan would just moan out in his sleep. He probably had no idea that he did this. But what he did was just what Doflamingo needed; he was really cute when he was obedient. Even in his sleep.
He walked over to his desk and looked around. He knew that the kid had been writing something all day. When he had someone come in and give him something to eat, they would see him ether write or looking out the window.
Doflamingo wanted to find these papers.
So naturally he did.
There was an empty space behind his hardly used desk, which just sat there gathering dust. After about three minutes of thinking about it he decided that they must be there. Tristan had most likely thought that he was the lucky to find that place; hiding his precious papers.
After he dug them up it wasn't long before he drowned himself in the amusing agony that this boy had been thinking about…
What he wrote on the first page wasn't all that interesting, reading about the thought and ponders of how his slave's lives' were before they were slaves was not interesting at all. Though he would have the slight humor in his ranting that was surprising…
At the end of the first page there was a poem, well more like a song… Doflamingo rolled his eyes and threw the paper away.
Sitting in his comfy chair then he leaned back and combed through the papers, the second part was mostly what his time was after he was found… he had written about how Sengoku was a strange man, but knew what was right and wanted to protect… he had apparently stayed in marine HQ for a while, before they sent him to an island.
"I do not know what happened to me. All I know too be true is what others tell me is true…
I remember the doctors telling me they removed a tumor in my brain and wrapped my wounds with bandages. They said my leg was broken and some of my ribs were cracked. But I was so confused that I didn't even know what they were saying at the time.
But that was okay… the doctors told me that it was luck that I was still alive, and it was all due to Sengoku's kindness.
I thought that strange at the time, he didn't really look like the type to me…"
Doflamingo chuckled a bit when he read that, apparently then the kid had a good eye for assholes.
"Those days were quiet, I know the doctors and nurses that came here were quite nice, they took very good care of me. But I knew that wasn't right that I was there. This wasn't the place for me.
I knew that there was some times large groups of marines in the plaza, doing something that I don't really know what is, well the room I stayed in had a view of the plaza so I used to admire the strong men, I really liked their uniforms… well who docent like a person in uniform."
He had put a little smiley face on the page next to that word. The blond could not help laughing at that, what a cute gesture.
"As I got used to the life there, Sengoku sometimes came to talk to me. I liked that… it made me feel less lonely. As times passed then my leg healed and could walk around town, the people would often stare after me and gossip, a nurse had told me that the gossip about me had flew through town faster than a forest fire on a summer island…
But so much for that, I found that the people were nice and polite. So I liked it there…
When the cast was taken off my leg I would walk around town followed by someone to help me, they said it was the curtsey of Sengoku… perhaps he was as nice as they made him out to be… though I still had my doubts.
I wanted to explore the place. But as I did then I felt myself drawn to the graveyard…"
Doflamingo raised an eyebrow, 'how strange.'
"As I walked through the graveyard; a place where the husbands, wives, sons, daughters and friends were buried, all relatives to the islands inhabitants; I found the feeling of death over it… soothing…
Then the strangest thing happened, I felt like they talked to me. I sat down by a grave and heard the voice of a mother soothing her child. With a soft voice she told it to be quiet, the battle would soon be over…
Then at another grave I heard a man's voice, it was shouting out praises and giving a speech of glory. Then shouting: they are just pirates! Not one, not even a man who calls himself prate king will roam these seas like plagues!
I assumed that this pirate king was a bit more then he could handle after all.
All over the place I heard them talk. Ask why they died, as if I was dead. I asked my guide if he heard any voices, he thought I was yanking his chain and trying to scare him.
After retuning I thought about what could have triggered this surprising turn of events.
I have never before that doubted my sanity, I knew that much, but how could I know? I don't remember…
Somehow then this bothered me more than it should have, I know now that this darkness in my soul is building up and I was only at the beginning back then."
The blond glanced over to the man sleeping on his bed. He was close to the edge now. Black hair fell down like a waterfall…
Doflamingo sighed slightly and continued reading.
"I told Sengoku about this, he said he didn't believe any of it. He said I was just tired and in pain. I should sleep and rest.
It was surprising how angry I was, that he didn't believe me. I stormed to the graveyard and threw myself down pressing my ear against the ground to see if I heard them again.
…I heard nothing…
I was sure I had gone mad…
Then instead of the voices i felt them. Like hands softly running down my back. I realized that this was the mother's grave, and now she was comforting me…
People have told me that ghosts are bad and never do anything good. Most likely from bad experience with one of the Shichibukai I heard of…
How could something like this be bad?
A mother who had died protecting her child was now comforting me… and it felt so good. I never thought I would say this but at the time I was glad I could feel them.
I slept in the graveyard that night, I know now and knew back then that I was surrounded by shadows… shadows of the dead coming to inspect the new comer and wondering why he was not dead.
Coming back into town I found that a large group of marines was looking for me.
To my surprise then Sengoku had sent out a search group when he found I wasn't found in my room.
When I was brought to him, he said and I quote: "I find this environment not to be suitable to you, so I will send you somewhere safer and quieter, where you can heal in peace."
That's what he said, for a second I was furious, but when I thought about it then this was okay, as long I got to say goodbye.
I remember my last moments on marineford. I ran, for the first time in months I ran, with all the freedom of a bird; I ran to the grave yard. I was fully aware that the marines were after me and wanting me to come with them.
I stopped over the mother's grave, got down on my knees, and whispered to her my goodbyes.
…And then I heard her answer…
I cannot bring it to words how much happiness I felt when she wished me a good life. And with that I went with them on a ship (my first time to sail on the ocean… well since I woke up.) we stopped on a island filled with such fun people and food, I don't remember having that much fun since ever,(I don't remember anything so that's no surprise) then after the party island we headed to a summer island, I did not care for the name of the place. I got a job and a house… and a cat. A lovely cat, I named him coal, because he was pitch black with gray eyes, I wonder who is taking care of him now…
I got a house, a tree house, of all things I lived in a tree house. It was perfect.
It's funny how it makes me sad to think about how happy I was back then, and I wonder if it could be the same if I escape.
…if I don't commit suicide first…"
And with that the last page was finished. Doflamingo sighed and put them down. He felt as if he needed to read more about him. His little pet was more interesting then he would imagine.
A split second passed and Doflamingo reached back to the hiding place to see if he could find another paper to read
And what do you know, there was one page.
It was dated. About five days in the past.
"Why?
Just the word itself is so harmful.
Why?
Could it have been that; this was not supposed to happen?
Why?
Why did this happen and why don't I feel anything…?
The word has the power to hurt you, haunt you…torture you… drive you to the edge of your sanity, with the slightest mention of it you have gone mad…
Why?
I am experiencing that now… the torture of the word… the only power in the world that is obsolete and cannot be changed.
Why am I here?
Why don't I know?
Why don't I remember?
Why don't I remember?
I would give anything to remember…"
And that was the end of that.
Doflamingo glared at the paper, it seemed that he wrote this earlier then the other papers. The sudden interest in the boy rise up by a hundred percent. If this was only way to understand the boy, then this must continue… he decided to pretend he never found the papers, never knew anything about them.
He watched as the boy shifted in bed and turned to his other side. Then the blond saw how tangled his hair was and all over the place, it wasn't much like a black waterfall anymore more like a long black mess…
Then again slaves still needed to wash, didn't they? He walked over to him and sniffed his shoulder. The intoxicating sent of sweat and lingering smell of sex was the only thing he found.
"Time for a bath my boy…" he whispered close to his ear, blowing air onto his sensitive spot right under his ear.
"Mmmh… mh-master…s-stop…ah"
"Oh? Having a dream are we? Or a nightmare…?"
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The evening came and everyone went to sleep. Except for those on watch. And of course for those closer to the captains room, pressing their ear up against the wall to be able to hear it when their captain would start… they didn't care for their captain of course, but the boy made the best noises when with the captain, and when the sea was calm every one heard it.
They just didn't get that with women…
Doflamingo laid besides his pet, still sleeping. He thought about waking him to fuck, but he felt it a shame to ruin how cute he looked right now… so it wasn't long before he fell asleep as well.
Subconsciously then Tristan slid closer to his master. Half asleep then he snuggled up close to the larger mans back. Going as tight up to him as he possible could, breathing in the musky smell of sweat and the sweet lingering sent of his cologne from last night…
Slowly waking up when he felt the shivers going up and down his back.
"Wake up Tristan…" as a light whisper that bitch slapped you in the face; Tristan woke to the voice in his head.
'What?' he asked the voices in his head,
"Don't you think you slept enough? You know you have to do it soon."
'You really are persistent… but I won't do it' he said back to them, without actually speaking he talked to the voices in his head.
"But you must! This is what you must do! You have to!" They started to get worked up, like they always did when Tristan didn't do as they said at once…
Ever since he was put into his cage then it was like the voices just came when they wanted. Every time he was this close to dyeing, then they came and forced him to stop and made him force himself to continue living…
"Why do you resist? You know you must! You know yo have to!
'No I don't!'
"Yo know yo want to!"
'I do not!'
"You must! You must! You must do it! Do it!"
'Stop it! Stop torturing me!'
"Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, DO IT!"
With the last scream of voices in his mind Tristan couldn't stand it anymore, as fast as a cricket then he sat up from the bed. Holding his head between his legs he trembled as the voices started to fade away… screaming turning into whispers and fading away.
"Goddamn it" he hissed in a low voice.
"Look! Look down! This is how much you want to!"
And indeed then he was feeling it…
His erect member stood up from the sheet. Tristan sighed and bit his lip. Making sure that his master was fast asleep then he gently pulled his shoulder, so he was on his back.
Slowly then he leaned over his master, with shaking hands then he was over him. Staring into the face of the beast. Slowly leaning down he let his lips brush over the larger mans lips. He slipped his hand up and cupped his cheek, making its way to his master's ear. Although he wished with all his might that he would not wake up.
Tristan shivered the slightest, as he kissed away from his lips and slightly down… licking his neck. Equipped with zero experience he licked down his chin and up his neck, doing what every felt right. Finding his ear he started to suck on the lobe of his ear, he found there was a place for an earring there… that's strange he never saw him wear anything like that…
Nibbling slightly he felt something caress his thigh… he froze. While his blood ran cold in his veins then he shot away from him to the other side of the bed.
"i-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to wake you!" he quickly said hoping there woulint be any bad thing happening…
Doflamingo sat up from his bed and rested up against the head board.
Smirking then he ran his hand up the trail that Tristan created with his tongue… "What were you doing boy?"
"n-nothing…" he shivered out. He had that look again, his master, that look that said 'I am gonna kill you and then fuck the body.' Knowing him like Tristan did, he was likely to do that…
Mowing closer to Tristan he chuckled darkly.
"This say's otherwise…" he said and ribbed the sheets away. Reviling his erect member…
"Ahh! No that's just—"
"Look mines' the same…" lips pressed up against Tristan's temple he took his pets hand made it grab around his large dick. Making it feel around for a time and then making him streak up and down…
Tristan bit his lip… he had to make this stop!
Suddenly he took his hand back and attacked his master. Using his own body weight he pushed him down on his back, getting on top himself.
"Please be quiet for once!" he hissed, for a moment then Doflamingo was baffled. But concidering the fact he could take over at anytime then he just smirked and lent back.
"You are a horrible man… look at what you did to me…" Tristan had a glare in his eyes that he had never seen before in his pets…
"You've driven me over the edge… master… I never thought I would give into them but you made me do it… you made me jump…" shivering hand he softly stroked a hand over his master's cheek…
"What are you talking about kid?" just slightly annoyed the Doflamingo grasped at his pets thigh,
"…I'm broken…master… that's what I'm talking about…" he sighed heavy and glared at him, "but that's okay, I'm already broken so now you don't have to handle me with any care ever, if you were even planning on doing that…"
The dark aura around the boy increased. And so did the blonds interest. "Why are so cruel?" the boys hand slid up his masters chest and started to circle around his nibble. Slowly but surely he reached up and cupped his cheek. Bending down to him he softly placed a kiss on his master's lips.
"Oi kid… who gave yo permission t—" Doflamingo was cut off by a thumb in his mouth. While the soft cold lips made their way down his chin and up to his ear. Sucking and slurping down there he rubbed his lower half up against the hard rod beneath him.
"What's wrong? Not in the mood? But it's still so hard…" the kid raised himself up and prompted his entrance at the tip of the weeping cock.
"What happening to yah kid?" Doflamingo grinned large. "You think I'm just gonna let you take control just like this?"
"I don't think you will…" he dropped himself down taking the hard rod inside him without any warning; he arched his back and screamed out. Doflamingo's hand grasped around his tight butt-cheek and lifted him up.
"Don't be like that boy; you are still sore from last time…"
"Like you care…" Tristan hissed.
"No, it's really not like I care…"
Agonizingly slow for Doflamingo, and then the boy lifted himself up; pulling almost entirely out then again thrusting in again. Without noticing then a tear escaped down Tristan's face. He was unprepared with no lube. Even in the midst of his training then Doflamingo did give him a little lube, most of the times. But every time he did then it was the other way around and he almost never looked at his face while doing it.
He felt amazing around his dick, but the other one was clearly not having as good time as he was himself. Tristan had an expression on him that Doflamingo wanted to monopolize. Somehow he wanted to see him like that every day.
"Oi…" he started after a while; barely managing to grunt out the words. "Do you want this to happen?" a stupid question but that same question burned on the blonds lips.
"Not—aah –at all master... hhaa… this is more involuntary pleasing of my— aah— master" he slurred out, wide open mouth let a line of drool down his chin and teary eyes let tears run down his cheeks.
"Damn it boy… we will have to give you some kind of reward for you my pet…"
"I don't think I will survive anymore of your rewards…" he moaned out…
"You are a good pet…" he started and slipped his hand under the boy's ass and lifted him up. Taking the control of his movements. Lifting him up and slamming him down again. Slapping sound echoing in the room. "You feel so good…" the blond moaned out as the heat enveloped him in.
And to a great delight, the boy moaned out too. Letting out long and lustful moans and gasps… teary eyes suddenly looked right into his masters eyes and got a mischievous glint in them. "You feel good too…"
The slipped out and Doflamingo started to go faster. Hearing the flesh slam together and the boy shout out loud: "harder!"
A thought came into his mind that he was faking it. It was always a possibility. Although such an honest body…
"Touch yourself boy…" the tyrant ordered and the boy obeyed. Stroking himself up and down. "You are so fucking sexy…" he grunted out and pounded the boy's sore ass mercilessly until he was at his limit.
"Shut up!" the boy answered and shut his eyes closed as his muscles went into spasm.
"M-master!" Tristan arched his and threw his head back… white shot all over the larger mans chest and even a little up to his face. As soon as the boy was limb and relaxed on top of him then Doflamingo lifted himself up and pressed the boy up against the wall, almost immediately then he slammed into him mercilessly until he filled up the boy to the brim…
Suddenly exhausted then the blond got back down on his back, keeping the boy close. He made him lay on his chest- in spite of the cum gluing the two of them together- Tristan lay completely still and breathed in air…
"I'm sorry… I made a mess…"
As a response Doflamingo pulled out his monstrous tongue and licked up the cum drops on his face. Tristan's head dropped down into his master's chest and breathed out.
'Now I did what I must… and you will leave me alone…' he said in his mind to the voices that were hopefully nowhere around.
"You did good Tristan… just what you were supposed to do" they answered. Suddenly calm and not bothering him…
'Shut up'
His master didn't pull out for several minutes… not wanting to leave the hot wet cavern…
"Tristan… I think it's time you be more independent…"
"I'm so happy…" soundless
"That's your reward…"
"Bursting with happiness" emotionless
"We'll talk tomorrow…"
Doflamingo smiled. This had been a good day…
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Fuck me...
But I hope you liked it…