I'm back from the dead!
Hi! It took a long time to finish this. Mainly just one reason: college. Wow, things are starting to roll in classes, with the first of (possibly) many essays and remedial math courses (fractions are my enemies!). It's defnitely busier than high school. Ah, but that's blah. Below these bold words is the third installment of Sadism. Hurrah! Cheers all around. Kinda had trouble with the beginning but then the rest flowed naturally. As mentioned in the first A/N of this series thing, I don't really know what's gonna happen. Little plots and dialog are speaking to me but it's all in the uncertain. That's why these might (or might not) be a tad bit late. But I shall keep hunting those plot bunnies. (I have a magnificent plan for Amos and Artemis. . .maybe.)
Disclamier: I think we all know who belongs to who. Nonetheless, I don't own any character of the Artemis Fowl series. If I did, Juliet would be my best friend. And maybe Foaly. What I do own is my bastard child Amos and Eric and any other character not in the series.
Now then, Enjoy and review!
"Everyone settle down now and open up your textbooks to page…" The math professor called out as he walked into the room. At that point Eric zoned out and rested his head against his desk. He listened to the sound of book bags being zipped open and textbooks pages being flipped through. Sitting at the desk next to him Amos flipped through the pages as well. Eric pondered if he should be a good student as well and open up his textbook but not everyone in Saint Bartleby's school of Young Gentlemen was a gentleman, especially not Eric…or Amos for that matter.
"Mister Maverick, why isn't your book open?" The professor asked, looming over Eric's desk. Eric glanced up without lifting his head.
"I'm tired." Eric said. The class was quiet, as it always was whenever the professor called out a student. He sternly gazed at Eric.
"What could you have possibly done that could make you tired enough to even open up your book?" He asked. Eric smirked and lifted his head up.
"You wouldn't want to know." He boldly said. You'll probably have a heart attack if I even told you the mild things.
"Perhaps the principal would like to know." He said and walked towards his desk. Eric sighed and gathered his bag. At least it'll be a long walk to the office. Before he could pass Amos desk, Amos reached out and slipped a folded piece of paper in Eric's pants pocket. Eric looked at him but Amos eyes were on his textbook. He patted his left pants pocket and walked on. The professor handed him his detention slip and Eric left the classroom. As soon as the door closed behind him Eric took out the tiny slip of paper. Amos perfect cursive writing told him to go to the library. Eric glanced around the hallway and took off, heading towards the west wing.
The library wasn't far from the classroom he was kicked out of. The library was practically the whole west wing, taking up the first and second floor. He walked in and looked around. At the librarian's desk was a student worker, a person he easily recognized. He walked towards him and immediately caught his attention.
"Hey Eric, I have a question." He asked.
"What is it Jason?"
"Do you think Artemis knows Amos?" He asked softly, leaning against the wooden counter.
"Why do you ask?" Eric asked, trying to keep the snarl out of his voice. Jason didn't know much about Amos except for the rumors that circulated through the school so he wouldn't know the reason behind the snarl.
"Well, Artemis is in his study room."
"What? You do know only Amos uses that room," He said. "Why did you even let him in?!"
"Amos told me too. He stopped by this morning and told me if Artemis came in and asked for him I should show him to the room." Jason explained. Eric sighed in frustration and his hate towards the teen genius only grew. He thought about leaving and suffering Amos's punishment later but this could be the only chance to try and scare away Artemis. Eric grinned and looked at Jason.
"Hand me the keys." He said. Jason nodded and opened up a drawer, handing Eric the key the study room. Eric nodded goodbye and headed towards the stairs inside the library that lead to the second floor. The second floor mostly held old archived books and the study rooms for study groups. The walls were sound proof and the large pane window tinted. No one could look in but the people in the room could look out. Amos's study room was the last one, the noticeably bigger one and it was also the one no one else would rent out. Eric opened the door and quickly closed it behind him. Artemis was sitting on a chair at the table obviously waiting for Amos. When he saw it was Eric he glared.
"Glad to see you too." Eric said bitterly as he locked the door behind him. He tossed his book bag to the side and sat down across from Artemis. He stared at Artemis for awhile, figuring out how Amos could possibly want this person. He was too skinny, way too pale, and practically had no muscle depth. If anything, Artemis looked more like a vampire than an actual person. He had no sex appeal at all. Not even a tiny ounce of normal appeal.
"Are you done staring at me?" He asked offhandedly.
"No," Eric said. "I'm trying to understand why Amos would even look at you. I don't see the appeal."
"Me neither," Artemis said. Eric studied Artemis. He knew Amos spent the last week at Artemis's place. He didn't see much difference in Artemis. He seemed more subdued but that was it. He furrowed his brow in thought, trying to understand how much progress Amos was able to get with Artemis. "Eric, why do you let Amos do the things he does to you?"
Eric looked at Artemis as if he asked a question with a completely obvious answer. "What do you mean 'why'? I just let him. Its part of the bond we have."
"Humiliating you is part of the bond?" Artemis ask, his voice barely a whisper. At once Eric realized what could've happened between Artemis and Amos. Eric would've liked to slap Artemis for saying it in a way that suggested it was a terrible thing.
"It is. By now you should realize that yourself." Eric said. Artemis furrowed his brow and looked away. He didn't want to even cradle the thought that Eric was right. Whatever bond he had with Amos clearly involved humility and it made him want to hate Amos even more. Only he couldn't bring himself to even dislike him. Artemis knew he was slowly being swept by Amos. Eric stared at Artemis for awhile more. He leaned against the table.
"You should learn to accept him. It'll be easier." Eric said softly. Artemis looked up from the floor and stared pure dislike towards the blond teen. He couldn't hate Amos but that didn't mean he couldn't channel it towards Eric.
"No."
Eric tsked and leaned back on his chair. "It'll just be harder for you. Amos will break you until you're nothing but an obedient toy."
"Isn't that what you are?" Artemis snapped back at him. Eric gripped the edge of the table as he resisted the urge to lean forward and smack Artemis to next Tuesday. Artemis was irritating. Possibly the most irritating person he had ever met. He calmed down long enough to give Artemis a snarky smile.
"No, but that's what you'll be." He replied.
"I'm leaving." Artemis said as he suddenly stood up. He was still his own person and Amos wasn't even in the room. That's the only reason he was waiting because Amos said he wanted to talk to him. Well, he was here and Amos wasn't. He gathered his things and slugged the strap of his messenger bag over his shoulder. Eric merely watched as Artemis headed towards the door.
"You'll be punished." Eric said. Though the way he said made it sound like he wanted Artemis to be punished. Artemis ignored him and unlocked the door before opening it.
"Going somewhere?" Amos asked, blocking the door. Artemis half-heartedly glared at Amos.
"Was there a reason for sticking me in this room with him?" Artemis asked. Amos smiled playfully and walked in, taking Artemis's hand and leading him back to the table. Then he sat beside Eric and carefully looked at Artemis across the table.
"Maybe there was. Maybe there wasn't," Amos said. "I just need to tell you a few things I know you're curious about."
"I don't want to know anything else." Artemis said. Amos chuckled and leaned back on his chair.
"Once again, you're lying to yourself. Don't deny the knowledge." Amos leaned over towards Eric and whispered in his ear. Something like jealously flared up within Artemis. He didn't immediately give the feeling a word but he knew he didn't like the way Eric smirked at him. Then again, he shouldn't even care one way or another. It wasn't him.
"I'm sure you remember how I told you I was born; a failed experiment of Opal. The pixie who saved me from a slow death by the incinerator mesmered Eric's family into believing I'm there adopted child." Amos said. "Legally speaking, I am Eric's adopted brother."
Artemis remained quiet. He looked from Amos to Eric and again felt the unnamed feeling flare inside of him. He wished he hadn't been told that little piece of information. Amos watched him, noticing the tiny little details. What he really paid attention was the submissive glances Artemis gave him. Either he was doing that on purpose or Artemis didn't know he was doing that. Amos opted for the latter and was glad the week he spent in Artemis room was sinking into the genius's mind. Plus, the fact that Artemis hasn't realized it made it clear that he was still resisting him.
"Artemis, I think you should head to class now." Amos said. Artemis stared at him, unsure if he meant it. Eric sighed and shot Artemis a heated glare.
"Don't look at Amos like that. He's not a tyrant." Eric irritably said.
"Education is valuable." Amos said. Artemis held in a sigh as he gathered his bag. He slung the strap over his shoulder and quickly walked past Amos. Amos smiled at Artemis hurried pace. He listened to the lock unclick, the door swung open, and then it was closed. Artemis was gone. Eric sighed happily and leaned against his chair.
"Amos, what do you see in Artemis?" Eric asked.
"I see someone who needs to be teased."
"He's not your usual pick of guys. Why?" Eric said.
"Have they noticed?" Amos asked, avoiding Eric's question. Eric stared at Amos profile but ultimately decided not to ask anymore. There was no prying from Amos when he didn't want to answer.
"Jason noticed. So everyone will know you're targeting Artemis and everyone out of our circle will now Artemis is talking to the school 'whore'." Eric said as he grabbed his bag. Amos chuckled and stood up as well.
"Is that what they see me as?" Amos asked.
Eric smiled, "No but it's what they whisper. It'll be impossible to avoid by tomorrow." Eric slung his book bag over his shoulders and began walking past Amos. Amos suddenly grabbed his arm, holding Eric's face in between his hands. Dark eyes stared into blue.
"I want you to spread this to the others. As of now, Artemis is off limits." Amos said, staring deeply into Eric's eyes. Eric nodded, lowering his eyes. Amos was being serious at the moment. Eric wanted to ask why but the look in Amos smoldering eyes made him hold back his question. So, there was nothing else to do but nod. Amos looked at him for a moment longer before he smiled and kissed him.
"I'll tell them." Eric said, smiling at Amos.
"Alright. I'm going back to class." Amos said and left the room. Eric sighed and leaned against the door, resting his forehead on it.
"Amos, you're acting strange. Why are you so attached to Artemis?" He asked even though he knew no one would answer.
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The school bell rang and most of the student stuffed everything into their bag as the day was over. Amos placed everything in his bag and stood up. The classmates that were still lingering around had their eyes on him as they watched Amos walk towards Artemis. The whispering was instantaneous. Amos ignored it and sat beside Artemis, whom was still packing his bag. Artemis visibly stiffened. This was the first time Amos came up to him during school hours. He glanced wearily at his classmate.
"Artemis, I need help with a particular subject," Amos said, giving Artemis his full attention. "Do you think you can come over to my house?" The whispers grew a bit louder, more incessant.
"I find that hard to believe." Artemis said, keeping his eyes on his desk. Amos chuckled and leaned closer to Artemis. If there was an award for loudest whispers their classmate would certainly get the gold. Artemis felt unnerved by Amos stare. He could see, in his mind, the teasing look Amos' dark eyes would hold or the smile that was more of a smirk but still a smile.
"Psychology is my worst subject," Amos continued, letting his arm fall below the desk. "So, can you come over?" He shifted his arm closer to Artemis's leg, letting his hand slowly trail up Artemis's legs. Artemis flinched as he felt Amos's cold fingers slid underneath his shirt. No one could see but they could guess. Artemis scowled and pulled Amos hand away.
"I'll go." He said. Now his classmate weren't even trying to hide their whispers. Amos grinned and stood up. He pushed his chair in and held out his hand for Artemis. Artemis glared at Amos's hand and stood up without grabbing it. He walked down the aisle between the rows of chairs, giving everyone his well-known glare at his classmates. They shushed up as they watched Artemis leave. When Amos walked by the whispering began.
"You just say that, right?"
"It can't be possible. I mean, it's Artemis."
"But Amos is damn near persuasive." Another classmate said.
"It was bound to happen."
Amos grinned wickedly as he left the room.
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"Welcome home, Master Maverick." The maid greeted Amos as he walked into the foyer. Amos ignored them as he took Artemis's hand and led him up the stairs. Artemis didn't have time to look around as he was pulled along. They went down the hallway, towards the last room. Amos stopped in front of the door and pulled out a key from his front pocket and unlocked the door. Amos opened the door and ushered Artemis in. Artemis looked around the large room, rubbing the hand Amos held against his leg.
Amos's room was colored in dark colors; mostly black and dark forest green. There wasn't much furniture in Amos's room. His bed was large enough to fit three people, maybe four. Having nothing to do, and because he didn't want to feel too out of his element, Artemis watched Amos close his door. Amos dropped his bag by the door and shrugged off his jacket. He turned and faced Artemis, a cat's grin on his face.
"Well then, teacher, where can we start?"
"Who are the others?" Artemis asked, ignoring Amos cat's grin as best as he could.
"Do you really want to know?" Amos asked. He walked towards Artemis, slipping his arms around Artemis's slim waist. "I don't think you want to know."
"Is Eric part of it?" Artemis asked. He tired to pull away from Amos but his effort to pull away was half-hearted. Amos grinned and leaned in. He smirked against Artemis's ear, letting his breath tease Artemis's ear. Artemis shivered and gripped Amos's arm.
"A part of what? Do you want to be a part of it?" Amos whispered.
"I don't want to be a part of your cult." Artemis said as he glared at Amos chest. Amos chuckled and slowly pushed Artemis towards the bed.
"I don't run a cult; too flashy and preachy for me." He gently kept pushing Artemis back, keeping his lips on Artemis's ear. "I don't want to be idolized. I don't even want to be idealized. Right now, I just feel like teasing you." The back of Artemis's knee hit the edge of Amos's bed.
"Forget it." Artemis said as he glanced at the floor. Amos smirked against Artemis's ear and, without much effort, pushed Artemis back. Artemis fell back, landing with a soft thud on Amos's bed. Amos smiled and pulled off his shirt, flashing Artemis his most seductive smile. Artemis felt his face heat up and he looked away. He sat up and pulled his legs up, refusing to meet his gaze again. Amos sat on the edge of his bed, completely focused on Artemis.
There was something else about Artemis that attracted Amos. It was more than his want to tease. An underlying force that pulled at Amos but, like most feelings he didn't immediately place a name to, Amos ignored it and focused on Artemis. He felt Artemis's gaze on his skin, the unsure and confused gaze of his target. He moved closer to Artemis, sliding his hand up Artemis's leg. Artemis glared at Amos's hand as if it was diseased and pulled away.
"You really are stubborn." Amos said with a playful tone. Artemis scowled and looked at Amos.
"I don't want you touching me." He said.
Amos sighed and pried Artemis's arm away from his legs. "What did I say about lying? Don't deny what you want."
"I don't want you." Artemis muttered, shifting his gaze away from Amos. Of course he was lying and he knew Amos knew he was lying. Amos just had that aura that made him want to do anything for Amos. For Artemis, it was difficult to easily succumb to that urge. It wasn't in Artemis's nature to give in to another person.
You should learn to accept him. It'll be easier
Eric's word echoed in his mind. It would be easier on him if he stopped resisting Amos. Artemis's quickly shook his head and focused on Amos. His dark eyes were on him, as if they knew exactly what Artemis was thinking through. Amos smiled and leaned towards Artemis.
"Can I know what you're thinking?" He sincerely asked. Artemis stared at his hands, refusing to meet Amos eyes. Amos smirked and leaned ever closer to Artemis, pinning him down on the bed. The look on Artemis face was amusing. He wanted to look at Amos but at the same time Artemis didn't trust him.
"I… I don't want to end up like Eric." Artemis said looking at the wall. Amos curiously looked at Artemis. He grabbed Artemis's face and made the teen genius look up at him. A swirling mass of confusion danced in Artemis's blue eyes. He was near breaking point; that much Amos could tell. All it would take was one more push, just one more gentle rush of well placed words. Amos ran his hand through Artemis's black hair.
"Artemis, look at me," At the sound of his name being said with an irresistible voice Artemis's eyes flickered to Amos. His voice sounded so pleasant and his usually dark eyes weren't so dark. They actually seemed to sparkle. "You should go to sleep."
"I should?" Artemis asked, now suddenly thinking it probably was a good idea to go to sleep. Amos nodded, using a bit more of magic into his mesmer.
"Yes, go to sleep for a while." Artemis nodded and yawned; his eyes slowly closing as he fell into a deep sleep. Amos watched the slow rise and fall of his chest before he sat up. He looked around his room, his eyes focusing on the window. Amos sighed and sat on the edge of his bed. He stared at the corner of his room, right across from him.
"What exactly are you doing here, Holly?"