Title: an upgrade

Summary: this one is simple and not very long. Tristan receives a gift from his master and gets a gift. Then is taken to lunch.

Warning: same old same old. Sex… noncon… slavery, all that stuff. Don't like don't read.

Authors note: damn it if you made it this far into my crappy story then I salute you my friend. And I will always love you for reading it. Damn… well okay then… this might be a little strange… well F it.

Tristan sat up in the bed... he had been banned to leave the room and to be honest he was quite afraid... slowly he was trying to build up his courage to do something. Although he feared what would come of him if he was caught... he was so afraid, but at the sometime then he was working up his courage...

Doflamingo had left the room to go get something. He wasn't listening at the time. He was only that close to passing out when he spoke. His master had been nice enough to help him dry of and put him to bed. That had been an interesting bath to take, but clearly then that had been off beat. Doflamingo had made it perfectly clear that he would not get rid of him anytime soon. Perhaps that would be better than just dying at the spot, it's not realy an honorable way to go being strangled to death during sex…

He didn't find anything wrong by having an honorable death. So perhaps dying at the hand of his master wasn't the best way to go.

"…I will not die a slave…" he mumbled to himself.

'You won't, that is not your destiny' and there they were, the only thing missing, the dump voices in his head.

"Oh good you again, don't you have better things to do then torment me?" He said aloud. No one was there to hear him. Why not go all the way and just talk to them like they were real.

'We are here for you, you need us. We are sent to protect you' they said, there wasn't just one voice it sounded like multiple voices whispering into his head all at once. Voices he felt like he knew, since a while ago.

"What do I need you for? You are just a fiction from my imagination. You don't exist, and you are a proof that I've gone mad"

'If that's what you know, then you clearly need more time to heal.' They said calmly he felt like they were there, in the room with him. While he sat on the bed then they were there, the owners of the voices… a small cold chill went down his spine.

"How can you possibly heal in a place like this?"

'You need to think about that dearest.' they said. After a short pause then they continued. 'He does not wish to lose you; we can see that much in him. He does care for something, when you find that then your escape will be easy.'

"No you make it sound easy,"

'Just look at what you have from him.'

"Yes I have scars and bruises, a life ready to end."

'No! That kind of thinking will bring your downfall, take what he is about to do; before you make an ignorant decision.' The voices sounded like he was trying hard to stay calm.

"What, can you now see the future." He asked as to mock them. He did not want to listen to them, but there was no one ells to help him. Even if it was his imaginary friends…

'Just do it!' A small shout Tristan glanced over to the carefully piled up clothes that Doflamingo had left besides him. A white blouse and black pants.

'Take whatever he offers you.' The voices said with a final breath of sanity then they left. He blinked and looked around; foot steppes were coming from the door.

"Master's back." He said bluntly…

And threw the door burst the devil himself.

"Aah, you still naked? Haha! Are you asking for it again?" he said, laughing a bit.

"Why would you want me to wear clothes all of the sudden? If your just gonna take them off any way?"

"You just worry about doing what you're told to do…" he walked to the foot of the bed and leaned down to him. "I have a present for you" he motioned with his finger for Tristan to come closer. He did, and then when he was barely ten inches away from him Doflamingo lifted his finger again and pointed it to his lips… a kiss.

And Tristan did as he was told, softly brushing his lips against his masters. It seemed to satisfy Doflamingo; for he smiled and slipped away from him.

"Now. Come sit with me." Doflamingo flopped down on the bed and patted his lap. Tristan tried as hard as he could not to scowl or shudder. He just slid over to him and sat down on his lap, wrapping his hands around his neck to keep balance. "I really do have a gift for you." He murmured against the boy's skin. Tristan closed his eyes and clenched his lips together. If the larger man meant for this be a joke it was a hell of a bad one.

Tristan tensed up and shuddered a bit. He felt his master kiss his ear and take the lobe into his mouth, sucking on it lovingly. "Open it"

He blinked, he held in his arms a box he did not know had been put there. Well what the hell, it was an actual present. Tristan's hands shook a bit when he tried, and after a few awkward seconds then he manidged to get it open. He gawked at the contents.

"What do you say?"

A devil fruit, dark colored and swirly looking... it looked like a dark blue orange. Tristan couldn't find the words, he had to say something. For some reason he was glad, a slight tingle of happiness lingered instead of the dread of hate.

"I don't know what to say…" he said honestly.

"Well I actually bought this one for you. I hope its money well spent." He said casually and smiled. He opened his mouth to talk again but couldn't make any words; Tristan pressed up against him and kissed him softly. The boy moaned out into the kiss and slipped his hands on his master's face holding him gently. At the moment it felt like the right thing to do, even though it felt better than having been forced into the kiss, it was still awful…

"Tch… what was that about?" Doflamingo manidged to slip out. He would never admit that this made his heart race with excitement.

"I…I just…" Tristan's head was spinning, why did he do that? Why did he dare? How could he? He didn't have the stomach for this!

"Haha! Never mind. Just eat it." the blond held the fruit up in front of him. Then a knife. Tristan stared at the blade, it looked so good. Shiny and clear, he wondered what it would look like against his skin… perhaps shedding blood.

The fruit needed to be peeled so Doflamingo held the boys hands as he peeled the fruit. Juice slipped from the meat of the fruit and ran down his hands, landing on his knees and running down his legs. Tristan hesitated just a bit before he would bring the fruit to his lips. He didn't think it was a good idea. What was this fruit, what type and why did want to give this to him.

He remembered what the voices said, and shook his head. Might as well. Since he didn't really have a choice.

With a slight gasp he sunk his teeth into the juicy fruit. Feeling the fluids flow into his mouth he shivered, it was cold.

During this time then Doflamingo just stared at the boys lips which engulfed the fruit greedily. At moments then he was so incredibly beautiful…

Eventually then Tristan finished the fruit and scowled in repulsion "it's disgusting!" he said and covered his mouth. Doflamingo contained his laughter, not to embarrass him too much...

"Of course it is, did you expect changes to be pleasant?"

"Sometimes they are… change can be sweet, and pleasant…" he said and rolled his eyes. "I supposed you know nothing of the sort."

"Hahaha! You have no idea what I can do, my sweet"

He pulled the boy around and made him sit on the bed. This time he kneeled between his legs, removing his standard issue glasses and staring greedily at the boy's manhood.

"w-what are you doing!?" Tristan said, feeling just a little bit of panic. What the hell did he have in mind, that sick bastard?

"Now I cannot guarantee that this will be pleasant for you, the 'transformation' can be painful"

"Is that a problem for you?"

"No but it can be quite troublesome… for you" Doflamingo lifted him up and placed his legs on his shoulder. He was right, he felt quite strange. Slowly forming on his back; was a pain unlike any other. His master this time placed himself in-between the boy's legs and started feeling around.

"w-what are you doing?!" Tristan asked, he was starting to feel just a bit alarmed. His master massaged under his that sensitive spot under his balls. Sucking on him gently, bringing out the most pleasure he could possibly make.

Suddenly for whatever reason Tristan felt the piercing pain in his back as something breached his skin. He had no idea what would happen when he used the new power for the first time. So it was starting…

"Aaaah!" he moaned out he couldn't do anything ells, with his master pleasuring him.

It was over soon enough though; Tristan felt the relief on his behalf and sighed. He had forgotten about the friction his master was working on his member. "Please… stop…" and surprisingly then he was let go. His master's lips let him free that instant. Half hard Tristan felt woozy. Trying to realize what had just happened, he felt something heavy hanging on his back.

"w-what the?" he shivered out softly and looked at his master. He was grinning his signature grin of malice. He removed his hands off his master's shoulders and looked at what had happened.

The back of his hands were covered in black and black claws were instead of his fingernails. There was blood on them. "What happened?" his master didn't answer, he only smiled. Tristan glanced over his shoulder, scared of what he was going to find.

Black feathers flew everywhere, and his legs had transformed from the knee and down into raven feet. Claws piercing his masters back. A raven. On his back then; black as the night raven wings grew. As Tristan stared in horror at that abomination, mesmerized at the beauty but scared to death, knowing that this was his body. This was the affect of the fruit he had eaten and was now a part of him. The wings were large and reached all over the bed. Even over the edge on the other side.

"Wh—"

"What do you think?" his master's husky voice was right besides his ear, hot moist breath caused Tristan's feathers to ruffle on shock for the first time. "Beautiful pet." Doflamingo purred into his ear before licking the dip behind it. And for a second, just a second, there was a slight feeling of ease when his master wrapped his hands around his waist.

Tristan felt warmth coil in the base of his stomach, warm anger and hate were stirring and boiling up.

"See what I've become?!" he thought. The thought was meant for the voices that were nowhere to be found now. "Are you pleased with this disgusting display!?" His head was pounding. Questions were burning on his tongue was his master pulled him up and made him stand.

"…why did it hurt?" he asked in a shaky voice, eyes full of tears.

Doflamingo noticed this. The boy's stiff body was hard to look at. It looked like he was ready to explode with emotion but wasn't allowing himself to.

How cute. He was finally learning his place.

He hated it.

Doflamingo grasped the boy and lifted him up in the air. He was lighter, like a bird. His bones had turned hollow and thinner when the wings had tore the skin on his back.

"The wings forced their way out, it seems that since you weren't supposed to have wings in the first place they had to tear away threw the skin…" a hand circled the red nearly bleeding skin around the wings. "Were gonna have to make time for this to heal up. Which means that you aren't gonna get to use them for a while."

"But I…" the boy paused, Doflamingo was curious as to what he was about to say, he watched the lips as they moved. "…I want to fly…" soft voice.

"You're gonna have to wait anyway." He said in a firm voice.

Tristan was resting in his arms now. And breathing eased. Tears stopped and all was well…for the most. The blond could not stop staring at his new pet, such a fine treat, and he had made it himself. An exotic peace of ass like this one, he could sell him for pretty penny. He visualized for a second all the zeros in that check. Greed coiling in his belly at the thought of this fabulous idea, only to find it suddenly blown away in a moment of breathless delight. Tristan snuck his head into his master's neck and nibbled softly on the flesh there. He rayed his eyebrow and smirked.

Suddenly Tristan found the cool face of the wall against his burning flesh. One leg on each side of his master's body. Tearing him out of the calm daze of sleep. They just stared into each other's eyes. The new claws that had replaced his finger nails were making their way into the back of the neck. Doflamingo felt the boy breath, soft breaths and shaky ones. He wanted to ease this boys suffering just for a little while.

"Tristan…" he started but couldn't get any further. His new claws were softly scratching at the back of his head and it felt amazing. While inching his way closer to his pet he let him scratch and feel around. "…fuck that feels good." He moaned out.

Eyeing the slight tuck on Tristan's lips; making their way into a smile, Doflamingo went for the dive. Capturing the boy's lips in a delicious attempt. He felt the boy's bird feet clawing him from his thighs up to his lower back, it felt so fucking good.

They did make out for a while, tongues dancing together. Hands groping around. Doflamingo made sure not to press to hard on him to not hurt him too much. Still not knowing why he didn't want to hurt him, he hadn't any problem with that in the past.

When they separated to breathe at last, Tristan smiled up at him. A cold and emotionless smile and, in all due respect, full of shit.

"You taste so good" said Doflamingo and smiled at the blush that sneaked across the boys face. Doflamingo dropped the smaller man down on the floor and wiped his lips of saliva with his thumb "Now get dressed, at least the lower half." He ordered "We are going out"

It took Tristan quite a while to get his pants on. Tearing them slightly and ripping them. They were woefully tight and wound up. But still they were there just like his skin, like they were painted on. For the first time in a long while then he wore clothing. Warm and dry clothes felt good on him again. Before he got out then Doflamingo clipped the leash on him. Fully scarring him into becoming a lesser part of humanity. Not even that.

Without a word then Doflamingo opened the door and mentioned for him to follow. The larger man watched the boy swallow and walk outside with him. He watched the wings bounce and move uncontrollably as he tried to tuck them in or spread them apart.

At last then he manidged to hold them close to him back and rest them there.

The way for him to walk was simple; always a step or two after his master and never look into any one's eyes. Knowing he was a slave then it was in bad taste to embarrass his master by pretending to be a part of humanity. With the wings then he looked just like a pet, and such a cute one at that. Doflamingo smiled, tugging on the leash softly.

Apparently then Doflamingo decided that Tristan was supposed to accompany him to lunch meeting with some high ranking officers and their lady friends. Just casually showing off his pet and boy toy.

When inside the restaurant Doflamingo put his hand on Tristan's shoulder.

'Look down...' Tristan said to himself. 'Just look down and look humble.'

"Aah captain, welcome!" a bubbly woman's voice came to welcome him with a smile. "Were so glad you could join us."

"Yes it is." He said and smiled. They started talking about something's that he didn't understand. They talked and laughed and didn't pay attention to him. Tristan didn't really know what to do there. He just stood there awkwardly and shifting from left to right. Staring at the ground. It ended with him sitting down besides his master's chair. Pulling his legs up to his chest he stared at the black bird feet. Such a shiny rough texture to them and the claws were so new shiny. So very shiny…

He never looked up, even when Doflamingo reached down and patted him on the head lovingly. He saw that the couples did some say something about slaves. Human pets they called them, besides the woman on the left, an older looking lady with brown curls and a large chest, she was holding a dog leash that connected to one dog and one child…

A child, dressed in only a tattered shirt that reached down below his thighs. It was curled up much like he was now. Legs pressed up against his chest and head buried in his hands. It wasn't much older than seven. He could tell whether it was a girl or a boy, it had long hair and was badly beaten.

Just looking at that child made his heart ache. It was sure to be in so much worse condition then he was. This child was sitting with a dog on the floor being tossed bits of food that its masters thought reasonable, it didn't move to get it, and so the dog was the one who got it.

"What do we have here?" The bubbly woman's voice was right above him. He didn't look up to see the one addressing him. Until a bony hand grasped his chin and pulled on it. Forcing his head in her direction, still he didn't look her in the eyes her long fingernails dug into his skin and made him openly flinch. "Wow, he is a very pretty one. And with such delicate features. Although we could do without that look" she said and threw his head back. It bounced on the corner on the chair so it hurt.

"What is its name?" the man who was her husband asked.

"His name is Tristan."

"Oh? Such an unusual name for his kind."

'His kind?' Tristan repeated in his mind.

"Why I think it's beautiful" the woman said. "It must make him feel special."

'Why can't they ask me?' He asked himself again.

"I must say I like what you have done with him, the wings make him look very animalistic." She said again "a devils child I see, oh we gave ours one too. It such a healthy thing for them to have, keeps them strong, right!" she said happily, mentioning to the devil fruits, apparently then it was in fashion to give devil fruits to slaves… Doflamingo agreed and looked back to the meal at hand. The husband also sat back down but the woman stayed and stared at him. Looking mildly interested.

'Stop staring'

"Look at me" she ordered and licked her lips. "Stupid slave, you will do as I say. You have no right to disobey"

"I don't have to obey anyone but my master." He crowed out. Then he was sharply struck with the woman's long finger nails.

"Stupid slave." She said and laughed.

The last straw was burned to ashes. He looked up.

It clearly scared her.

A loud screech was heard and the woman jumped up, kicked the slave in the chin and running to her husband. Doflamingo glared at Tristan and Tristan looked back up at him. Doflamingo got chills up and down his back. "Damn" he muttered. The boy's eyes were black all the way to the edges.

After this then she was sitting in her seat, gotten over the 'scare' it was clear and bright as day that master was no not happy with what just happened.

Tristan slipped under the table. Tucking his wings in close to his body he made sure not to disturb anyone in their talking by bumping into any pointy toes. His aim was the kid. The lump in his throat just increased when coming closer to him, to cry for a complete stranger.

"Child…" he whispered voice extremely low. "Can I see you?"

The child didn't move. Like it didn't even notice him or didn't want to.

"I might not know your pain, but I beg of you to look up at me." Tristan said. But the child still didn't move. "You have to know that they don't deserve to handle someone's life like this."

With that the dog barked and Tristan jumped back. The dark haired lady looked down and shouted. Tristan hand had grasped around the dogs snout. Holding the dog's mouth firmly shut. The woman shouted and kicked the intruders head. Tristan's wings ruffled and got bigger, slightly brushing the feet of the people. He heard them shout 'disgusting' and 'gross' and saw them stand up. But he didn't care. The child looked up at the noise.

"You have nothing to fear from me, I'm like you"

"You not like me" the child whispered before it was dragged away. So was Tristan as his wing was grabbed and he was dragged out from under the table. So hard the sensitive flesh bled. The man who owned the child threw him on the floor and kicked his stomach hard. Tristan gasped for air and tried to breath. The pain didn't last, but the blood was coming gradually. He looked over at his master, possibly for comfort. He didn't find any.

The lunch ended and the two slaves were told to leave the room.

The child was a girl. Dark hair almost lay in cornrows it was so tangled and messy it didn't look like hair.

"I'm sorry if I caused you trouble" he said when they had left them outside,

"Why you do that?" she said voice soft and it felt out of hope. "You no supposed talk."

"I had to try and talk to you"

"You no supposed to" she said a little more firmly.

There was a little silence after this,

"If you say so. But before our masters come back and start yelling, I have to tell you something." With that then the girl looked up. And her face turn shocked.

"Mister… why you cry?"

Hands wrapped around the child and hugged her close. "They have no right to do this to you..." he said before a quiet sob escaped from his throat. "You are no worse than they are. They have no right to treat you like this." He whispered Just for a short moment, before Doflamingo came and dragged him away. The girl stretched her hand out to grab his and hold him close. Still he was dragged away.

When he was pulled back into the room they were in and thrown on the bed. Face down. "You can't even sit and be quiet" with that he was mounted. "You should be punished"

"Fuck you!" Tristan screamed and sucked in, with that then the wings disappeared back in and his feet turned back to normal, he turned around. "That girl was only a child! How can you look upon people who do this!?"

"You know very well that I'm the one who owns this business." He mumbled onto his skin.

"That's right… you are the king of disgusting men" Tristan slipped his hands around do flamingos neck, pressing his lips against the thick pumping vain, threateningly biting on the thin skin covering the vain

"Don't make me beat you, cutie. I really don't want to"

"Oh I know you do." Tristan mumbled against his master's neck. "You want to strike me. You want to mark me, to show that I'm yours in the most disgusting way."

Suddenly then his hands were pinned up above his head, his lips were captured fervently.

"You can be pretty damn sure that I will mark you… everyone will know who you belong to after this."

Tristan closed his eyes and held his master. "I'm already marked by you." He started. Leaning his head back, exposing his neck to his master.

"You're mine Tristan." He started sucking on his neck. Creating a spot. "You know already so spread'em!" he said and sucked hard on his skin. Tristan did obey him and wrapped his legs around his master's hips. "You learned cutie. You've become such a slut"

Quietly then he let his master mark him with pink purple hickeys from his neck to his chest, the moment Doflamingo grinded into him roughly he heard a quiet sob. He stopped.

Sweet tears were dripping from Tristan's eyes. Doflamingo kissed them away, letting go of the boy's hands. He loved the taste of those tears. While licking the sweet-salty tears away Tristan sobbed softly, breathing and trying to contain his whimpers.

"Is it this really so horrible?" he purred as he slipped his hands under him, lifting him up.

"Please… yes it is…" he answered meekly.

"Now that's not good… it needs to be good for you…"

"No… stop…" he hiccupped and pressed on do flamingos shoulders.

"I will… but first you must learn your lesson…"

"I already have. I learned and I regret my actions!"

"You don't have to regret. I had a great time, that stupid couple was having the hardest time making the deal with me. Before you came in with your silly caring towards that little slave girl. It was fabulous to see their faces after that." Doflamingo chuckled against his skin. Vibrations coming from the lips close to his nibble.

"…y-you're not upset?"

This time Doflamingo laughed, amused of anything. He couldn't bear how adorable this kid was now.

"Of course I am." He purred and bit down on Tristan's shoulder, leaving a large red mark. Tristan shouted at the friction and tried to push his master off him but there was no way.

Tristan was rolled on to his stomach and his pants pulled off. He brought his hands to his face to cover his mouth. He was not going to cry at this… this had been done so many times; he should be used to it by now.

But fuck, it hurt so bad! He was so large and rough! He didn't want to have sex so it didn't feel good. But if it was the sole purpose of his master doing this to him was so that tristan could never have sex with anyone ever again, and thanks to the collar then he really would never love any one ever…

His master rutting into him with a steady rhythm. Tristan bit his lips to not scream out with every thrust, he knew that Doflamingo liked that. And no way that he would give him the satisfaction. He would have to get it himself, while Tristan did nothing.

"Fuck Tristan, relax. You're wound up tighter then a marine soldier!"

"Oh I'm sorry, have I made you uncomfortable?" Tristan hissed and glared over his shoulder. He saw that Doflamingo halted his rut and moved back a little. But then smiled and kept going.

"You getting fangs? Little crow…?" that said, the blond sunk his fans into Tristan's shoulder, so hard it almost drew blood. Tristan cried out at the contact and tried to jerk away. "I will have to tame you properly."

"Wonderful…" Tristan moaned out in dread, heart shattered and body bruised. And to this Tristan smiled a sadistic smirk of pain. This would change soon… times as a slave it will change a man… he felt strangely used to it now. Never feel anything again.

… idk… was that good? Whatever. Immagonna have this here anyways. Well thanks to every one for reading and I hope you liked it… (god I sound needy)

Well I think I have a couple 'more of these left in me… maybe.