Hi!

Well, looks like I'm back. I wasn't even going make a second chapter/squeal/epilogue/whatever this thing is but with the asking for another, how could I resist. Besides, it's funny when I write stories like these. Like, in my head, I'm calling Amos all sorts of bad names. I'm calling my own child bad, lol. But yes, since this will be posted I don't know what the fate of the status of this story will be. Now that I've typed this one up there's another idea that wants to be typed up too. I'll make this my experimental story. Don't know what that means yet but it'll sort of be on and off.

Disclamier: I do not own the Artemis Fowl series. What I do own is my sadistic bastard child Amos and my little fire vixen Eric.

Warnings: Uh...beware of a sadistic bastard, foul language, dirty talk (lol), and uh...sex.

Now then, Enjoy and Review!

Amos stared at the TV not really caring what was on the screen. He was comfortably resting on the leather couch in Eric's room, his feet tucked underneath him and his head resting on the armrest. Eric was sitting on the floor in front of him, apparently interested with the show. The dark drapes in Eric's room helped keep the sun out, not that he hated the sun. Really, he just disliked it and preferred the cool temperatures of the night time or indoors. But that was the farthest thing in his mind at the moment. His latest claim has kept his minding imagining various scenarios. He smiled as he envisioned each one play out in his mind.

It's been two weeks since that night. Amos, being the sadistic being that he was, completely left Artemis alone. No contact, no glances during school, nothing. As he rested on the couch he wondered if he should add another week. He certainly had the patience to wait but Artemis didn't. Not after what Amos did to him. Amos grinned and pondered. Too much time would be bad but not enough time would be equally bad. Maybe two weeks was good enough; maybe not. Something on the TV flashed, catching his attention momentarily before he disregarded it. Maybe one more week, Amos thought, smiling at the possibilities that flooded his mind.

"Amos?"

Amos glanced at Eric, noticing he was looking back him. "What is it?" Amos asked. Eric glanced downwards, a sign of submission he would only ever show to Amos. Amos smiled to himself and ran his fingers through Eric's blond hair.

"What do you plan to do with Artemis?" He asked, looking directly into Amos dark eyes. Amos didn't suppress the smile that graced his lips. Eric didn't shudder from the sheer cruelty of his smile. He was well used to it.

"I plan to train him, of course."

"Is that all?" Eric asked.

"I think something is bothering my sex kitten." Amos said, sitting upright. Eric blushed, smiling at the nickname Amos given him.

"I don't like Artemis." Eric said, pouting.

"I think you mentioned that before." Amos said, playing with a strand of Eric's hair.

"And I'll keep saying it." Eric said, sitting on the edge of the couch. "I'm not…gonna do anything with him, am I?" He asked. If Amos said he would Eric would do it but he'll hate it every second of it. Amos grinned and cupped Eric's cheek, running a thumb under Eric's eye.

"I don't know yet. It would be fun to watch but as of now there is still a lot I have to teach him."

"You're giving him a lot of attention." Eric said, grabbing Amos hand. If it was anyone else, he wouldn't care. But it was Artemis, so called teen genius. He felt threaten by him.

"You're jealous." Amos noted. Eric's blues eyes hardened but he didn't rebuke it. It was the truth.

"I can't help it if I am." Eric said, stubbornly looking away. "You're doing things differently with him than the others." Amos nodded and pulled Eric on to his lap. Eric happily straddled him, wrapping his arms around Amos's neck.

"Pop quiz: What makes Artemis unique?" Amos asked.

"Um, he's smart." Eric replied.

"Correct," Amos leaned in and kissed him. "Question 2: What makes him stand out from others?"

Eric furrowed his brow as he thought. "Can I buy a hint?" He asked. Amos chuckled softly. Eric smiled, loving the whimsical music that was Amos's laugh.

"It's a character trait. The one I hate the most."

"It's pride!" Eric answered immediately. Amos ran his hand along the curve of Eric's neck. The blonde teen felt shivers dance along his spine.

"There are two types of pride: regular pride and the pride of Artemis. Once I break a person's pride, there is no way they can fully recover. With Artemis, given enough time, he can regain his former composure." Amos explained. "Too much time alone and I'll have to break him again, not that I mind. But given just enough time I can humiliate him and break him even further."

"But you're still given him more attention and-"

"Eric." Amos cut in. Eric stopped and looked down. He crossed the line. Amos smoldering eyes took in Eric's submissive glance but it didn't change the fact that he overstepped the boundary. He grabbed a fistful of Eric's hair and pulled his head back. "What are you trying to say?" He asked, his voice a vicious whisper.

Eric remained quiet. Amos pulled harder making Eric whimper in pain. "I know you feel threatened by him. After all this time you were always the one I would go to first. I'm a comfort zone for you; the only one you'll ever need. But now…I think that might change." Eric flinched, Amos words causing him pain. Amos grinned and made Eric look at him. His blue eyes were watery as he tired to hold back his tears. He stared into Amos dark, smoldering eyes, unable to look away.

"I just might abandon you… in favor of Artemis." Amos said casually. Eric blinked, the tears spilling over his eyes. He idly thought of the saying sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me. That's a fucking lie, thought Eric as he hugged himself. Amos defied that saying; know exactly what to say to mentally hurt a person with just words. He hiccupped loudly as he tried to stifle his sobs. Amos merely watched Eric cry with his dark expressionless eyes. Eric tightly held himself as if he was going to fall apart if he didn't hold himself together.

"Amos… I'm sorry," whispered Eric, his voice thick with pain. He rubbed the back of his hand against his eyes and looked at Amos. "Please don't… I'm sorry… so sorry. So, please…"

"Eric," Amos said as he held Eric's face in his hands. "How I deal with Artemis is none of your concern. He's different from ordinary people ergo I deal with him using a different method. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Good." Amos smiled, "Now get off me so I can leave." Eric quickly obeyed and watched as Amos strolled over the room. He took off his shirt in favor of a designer fur collared vest.

"Where are you going?" Eric asked.

"Two weeks is long enough. I think I'll visit Artemis and see how he's doing." Amos said as he slipped on his black Doc Marten boots. At the mention of Artemis's name Eric growled and crossed his arms across his chest. Amos chuckled and walked over to Eric.

"Behave while I'm gone." Without any further looks Amos left.

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Artemis was pacing around in his room, this thoughts focused on one person. Amos left without a word. Not even a note. At the time Artemis was glad to have out of his manor with that irritating blonde that seemed to have attached himself to Amos's hip. At the time he had no idea his every thought would be on the sadist. It was nothing at first. Just the occasionally thought but as the days progressed he grew anxious and sometimes nervously expected Amos to just waltz into his room. That was just the first few days. After nearly a week and a half of expecting Amos to walk back into his life Artemis simply gave up. It was going to be tough, to forget about Amos, but given enough time Artemis figured he would be alright in another week. Perhaps by then his thoughts wouldn't constantly be on Amos.

"Artemis." Artemis jumped in surprises and turned around.

"What?" He nearly growled. Artemis sighed and took a calming breath in and exhaled as he ran his hand through his hair. It wasn't first time he yelled at Butler. Maybe it'll take longer just to settle my nerves, thought Artemis. "I apologize, Butler." Butler nodded. He didn't know exactly what happened between his master and Amos but it certainly did a number on his nerves. Artemis's been uncharacteristically jumpy the past two weeks.

"You have a guest." He said. Artemis's heart began beating rapidly.

"Is it…"

Butler shook his head, "A journalist." At once relief washed over Artemis and he sighed.

"Send him away." Artemis said as he sat down on the edge of his bed. Artemis didn't even know why he hoped it was Amos. It was always the same thing whenever Butler said he had a guest. A tiny little voice would hope its Amos. His heartbeat would pick up and he'll tense his whole body. It was unhealthy and the thought that he actually hoped it was Amos almost made him want to check into a hospital. But he didn't. Artemis Fowl the Second was stronger than that.

"I'll have Juliet bring up some tea." Butler said as he left. Butler closed the door and once again, Artemis sighed. He seemed to be doing that lately nowadays.

"Good afternoon, Artemis."

There was no mistaking that whimsical voice. Artemis quickly stood up and looked behind him. Amos was sitting on the window sill, the windows wide open. He was smiling, no trace of any viciousness in his gentle smile. His smile was a trap. Artemis narrowed his eyes and glared at Amos.

"That window was locked." He said.

"Not to me." Amos said with a chuckle. He swung his legs inside the room and stood up. "How have you been?" He asked walking towards Artemis's bed.

"Get out before I call Butler." Artemis threatened. His heart was definitely racing now. Instinct told him to run but he was stubborn. He'll make Amos leave, no matter what.

"Why would you do that? Aren't you happy to see me after two whole weeks?" Amos said his eyes on Artemis. Artemis was clearly unnerved. His whole body was tense and the hardened glare in Artemis blue eyes told Amos he gave him just enough time.

"Why would I?! After that…I…" Artemis stumbled over his words. Just seeing Amos made him frustrated. Frustrated enough to have him stumble over his words. He mentally berated and steeled himself.

"You what?" Amos asked, openly smiling and enjoying himself. "It was the beginnings of your training."

"I am not you pet." Artemis whispered angrily.

Amos chuckled, "Of course you're not. If I wanted a pet I'll have Eric buy me a puppy or something equally cute." At the mention of Eric's name, Artemis scowled. He didn't know what it was but he held no love or like for that blonde.

"Very strange." Amos said as he stood up. "Eric doesn't like you and you don't like Eric. You're both jealous of each other."

"I have no reason to be jealous of him just because he has you. You're not worth being jealous of." Artemis said. Amos laughed out loud and walked towards Artemis. It was certainly a good idea to wait this long. Artemis tensed and stepped back until his back was pressed against the wall. He held his gaze on the floor, unwilling to look into dark smoldering eyes. Amos ran his hands through Artemis's black hair and cupped his face, forcing Artemis blue eyes up.

"You remind me of a trapped animal." He whispered, running the back of his hand down the side of Artemis face. "I was right in ignoring you for two weeks. It was a good call."

Artemis blinked, not quite sure if he heard him well. "You did that on purpose?" He asked.

"Of course, I could've easily broken you into complete submission but where is the fun in that. If I want complete submission I'll go to Eric." Artemis scowled and looked away. Amos smiled and lightly ran his thumb over Artemis's eyelids. "My trapped little animal."

"I'm not yours." Artemis said.

"Do you really believe that?" Amos said. "You shouldn't deny what you want. It's unhealthy."

"You're unhealthy!" Artemis shouted. He glared at Amos with his hardened eyes. Amos merely chuckled and leaned close to Artemis face, close enough that he could see just how beautiful his blue hardened eyes were.

"Artemis, my trapped little animal. You are mine. You belong to me. You crave me. If you didn't crave me, you shouldn't have asked if why I left you alone."

"I didn't ask you anything." Artemis said.

"Not directly you didn't. But I know how to read a body. Your mind might be telling you to lie but your body can never lie to me." Amos said, his whisper causing Artemis to shiver. Amos tilted Artemis head up. Artemis had no choice but to stare at his dark eyes. Where else could he look when they were so close together? He willed his arms to fight back or at least to push Amos away but they remained uselessly by his side. Amos glanced at the door and suddenly pulled away. Blue sparks ran over his body and he simply vanished. A second later the door opened. Juliet waltz in with a silver tray. She gave Artemis a quizzical look as she set the tray down on a small round table near Artemis's bed.

"Artemis, are you okay?" She asked, walking over to him.

"I'm fine." He said, regaining some control of himself. Juliet gave him a look that clearly showed she didn't believe him but she didn't question him about it. From what Butler told her, he's been acting strange for the past two weeks.

"Well, I made you some Jasmine tea. You look sort of tense so it'll help you relax. Is there anything else?" Juliet asked.

"No, go back and watch your wrestling match." Juliet grinned and nodded, rushing out the door. Artemis went to the door and locked it. He turned around and looked around his room. Nothing stirred.

"Amos?" He softly said. He heard Amos's chuckle and he suddenly appeared by Artemis's bed. A few blue sparks danced along his skin before they dissolved into nothing. He picked up the small cup of tea and looked at Artemis.

"She's right; you do look tense but a cup of tea isn't going to help." He said as he set the tea cup down. "Artemis, do you want me to help you relax?"

"No." Artemis said a bit too quickly. Amos chuckled and ran his hands over the soft comforter on Artemis's bed.

"My trapped animal is a liar. I am going to give you a choice. Which is really rare," Amos said. "I can leave you alone and never talk to you again. Or you can stop being so stubborn and give in." Amos kicked off his boots as he lay down on the bed. He purposely avoided looking at Artemis but he could feel his gaze on him. Artemis's mind was working a mile a minute. The thought of never seeing Amos again brought of a sense of relief. Then again, his little irrational voice shouted at him. The fact that Amos wasn't even looking at him made the irrational voice shout even louder.

I hate you, Artemis thought as he took a step forward.

Amos grinned at the ceiling. My trapped animal…

Artemis stood in front of Amos, his blue eyes blank and defeated. Amos raised his hand and held Artemis face in his hands. "Don't look like that. You've earned yourself a reward." He unbuttoned Artemis's shirt, letting his fingers running down Artemis stomach. He slipped off the shirt, letting it pool around Artemis's feet. He pulled Artemis closer, his nimble fingers working on Artemis's pants. Once they were unzipped Amos let them drop to the floor. Amos looked up, noticing those blue eyes lighten up a bit. He grinned and gave Artemis's cock a tantalizing lick from the tip to the base. The teen genius gasped, his nerves exploding.

"Felt good, didn't it?" Amos teased, his hand slowly stroking Artemis quickly formed erection. Amos heard Artemis's small restrained moans. Even now, he was still trying to defy Amos. Amos tsked and quite suddenly pulled Artemis on top of the bed. Artemis lay on his back and watched as Amos unzipped his fur vest and tossed it aside. Then the pants came of and Amos hovered over Artemis's body. He ran his hands over Artemis's thigh and towards his hands. Amos grabbed Artemis's hand.

"Play with yourself." He said, making Artemis hold his own erection. He quickly looked at Amos, his blue eyes now completely clear with confusion and lust. Amos chuckled and moved Artemis's hand up and down. He leaned in and kissed him, parting Artemis's lips with his tongue. There was no resistance as Artemis kissed him back. Suddenly, he didn't feel like rebelling against Amos. Not when it felt like warm electricity was dancing along his skin. Not when Amos was gently touching him. He was dominating, yes, but not sadistically dominating. Not like their first time. Artemis quickened his rhythm on his own cock and moaned.

"Mine." Amos growled with possessiveness against Artemis's lips. He stopped Artemis's hand, both of their hands slick with precum. He pulled away from Artemis's lips as he grabbed his hips. Amos pulled Artemis's legs apart and settled himself between them. Artemis quickly tensed which made Amos chuckle. He bent over his body and possessively kissed Artemis. Artemis quickly relaxed until he felt the bulbous tip of Amos cock enter him. He clenched at the sheets the pain almost blinding. Amos pushed further until he was all the way in.

"Artemis, look at me." Amos said. Artemis heavily breathed, his eyes looking directly into Amos's dark and captivating eyes. "Watch me." He commanded as he slowly pulled out and just as slowly thrust back in to Artemis's tight entrance. He did it again, just as slowly and just as sensual. Artemis arched his back with each thrust, his nerves telling him that Amos was slowly driving him crazy. His body told him he wanted more but Amos held his hips down, continuing his pleasurable torture on his body.

"You are mine." Amos said. Artemis continuously clenched the sheets in his hands. With every thrust he moaned softly. "No one will be able to fuck you like I can." His thrust slowly became faster and he loosened his hold on Artemis's hip. "Tell me what you want."

"…I…" His words were lost in a moan. "…I can't…ah, hold back….please…" Artemis moaned again, Amos thrust suddenly quickening. Amos stroked Artemis cock in time with his thrust sending his genius's nerves into overload. It was over simulating, felt like nothing he ever experienced before; the friction, the warmth, those hands that were slowly leading him to insanity. Artemis kept a vice-like grip on the sheets as he came. He moaned loudly, his come splattering on Amos's stomach and over his fingers. Amos came soon after, triggered by Artemis's submissive moan. He gazed at the body in front of him, the slow rise and fall of Artemis's chest. He looked completely relaxed. The first time in two weeks that he was fully relaxed. Amos smiled and licked his fingers clean. He pulled his cock out of Artemis, noticing his genius slightly twitch.

"Isn't it nice to be fully relaxed." Amos said, wiping his stomach clean with the sheets. Artemis continued to breathe slowly. Amos leaned over his body, running his fingers through Artemis's dark hair.

"Can I sleep?" Artemis asked, his eyes fluttering open. He looked at Amos, his blue eyes filled with nothing but obedience. Amos laughed lightly and kissed him.

"Go ahead and sleep, my caged little animal." Amos said. Artemis nodded and closed his eyes.

He's insane if he thinks I'll keep letting him call me that. Artemis drifted to sleep, slightly curling on his side towards the warmth of Amos; even if that warmth was only temporary.