A/N:

Sexual content in this chapter too, though, not very much. Sorry this chapter is so short. Also, I'm going to start using third person in chapter 17 because i want to share waht other characters are doing when nero isnt around or whatnot...which is awkward to do when nero is telling the story..sorry for any confusion that may cause..anywho

enjoy!

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His name was Arsenio, but he preferred to be called Sen by his friends. He was a short human, his skin the color of caramel, eyes reminiscent of emeralds. His dark brown hair fell to just below is shoulders and he usually kept it tied back.

He had faint wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, which seemed to only add to his charm when he laughed. He was kidnapped from Antiva, and when I first met him he had dark circles under his eyes, his hair was tangled and greasy, and his clothes had blood stains on them.

We were both brought into an extra guest room separately, one meant for servants or extra body guards if visitors had any. I was told to clean him up and get to know him, he was going to train me and we would be spending a lot of time together. The door was locked and we turned to face each other from separate ends of the room.

His bright green eyes eyed me suspiciously, I slightly tilted my head to the left, slowly trudging through my mind for something to say. I had never been left to communicate freely with somebody. Magisters would not have me talk around them, during training I followed orders and was told not to ask questions, and the other slaves always seemed frightened of me.

"I-" I heard myself whisper, so I cleared my throat to speak louder. "Did...did they heal you? I can't heal, uh, but I could try to...um, I could clean any wounds you may have." I felt confusion riddle my features as I stepped forward, with the intent of untying his wrists where they were held together with rope. He flinched back.

I froze, and tried to sound reassuring when I said "I do not know what they told you about me, if anything, but I do not intend to hurt you."

He considered what I said for a few moments and then stepped forward and offered me his wrists. It took me a few moments to untie the knots and when I did he stepped back again, confusion on his face.

"I am not sure what else to do now," I confessed, stepping back. "The bathroom is through that door, I presume that you do not need my assistance. But you are free to ask for it."

He offered a small smile, "I think I can handle it myself, thanks." and he disappeared behind the door.

Unsure of what to do with myself, I sat on the edge of the bed, then I lay back and stared at the ceiling as I waited for him to finish. When he did he came out wearing only a towel around his waist, sitting up I found myself staring at the soft musculature of his abdomen and chest. When I noticed that he was watching me watch him I turned away, heat rising up my neck and reaching my ears.

He laughed, a beautiful sound, I didn't hear it often. "It's okay, if I didn't elicit that reaction then I wouldn't be very good at my job would I?"

I didn't respond as he searched the dresser and found himself a shirt that was too large for him and pants that fit, though tightly. He sat on the bed next to me and gently grabbed my chin and turned my head to look at him.

"It is my understanding that I'm meant to teach you how to appease sexual needs others may have," his thumb gently rubbed against my jawbone as he spoke and I found myself getting lost in his eyes, "but I'm getting the impression that you don't have any experience in this area." I closed my eyes and shook my head.

He rubbed his thumb along my bottom lip as he said "you cannot please without knowing what it is to be pleased. So the first thing I do is show you how enjoyable it can be."

I opened my eyes in surprise when I felt his lips on mine, he pressed his thumb down on my chin, indicating I should open my mouth. So I did and then his tongue was exploring my mouth, my eyelids fell and I whimpered. It felt like something was exploding in my chest, and I enjoyed it.

One of his hands moved to the back of my neck and he used the other one to press on my shoulder, gently pushing me into the mattress as he swung his leg over me and straddled my lap. His lips left mine and kissed a trail along my jawbone till he reached my ear where he trailed his tongue to the tip and nibbled gently on it. I groaned and felt him smile against my ear before he moved back to my lips. I found my hands reaching under his arms to curl around his shoulders and pull him closer to me. Apparently this was the correct thing to do and soon I was moaning as he ground against my erection, creating a friction there that was not unpleasant.

What followed would be what I can only consider my first time making love, and I am ever grateful to him for that experience. Sen became my light in the darkness, he taught me about more than just the act of seduction and sex. I learned what it was like to talk to someone without them being afraid of me nor telling me to keep quiet. He was my friend and confidant, he comforted me when I was hurt and brought a smile to my face that I'm not sure had ever been there before. He introduced to me what it felt like to live.

A few months after he had arrived it became necessary to bring in a female to assist in my training. This was mentioned to my makers and so they threw a slave in for us. She was skin and bones, dirty, and crying because she was frightened of me. Sen took her to the bathroom, cleaned her up, and did his best to soothe her nerves.

We spent the first few days nervous around each other, but after some time in each others' presence, and some small talk, she stopped being afraid of me and I grew comfortable around her. Her name was Bird, she was a slave working under the gardener and had very dark skin, her hair was brown and had natural highlights made more apparent due to all her time in the sun. She was an attractive human, which was just as well, considering what I had to do to her.

She was terribly embarrassed about the whole situation, as was I, I now know that I had grown feelings towards Sen and having him watch me sleep with someone else, much less giving tips and instructions on how to improve, was extremely unnerving. I had some difficulties performing at first, but as with all things, it passed with time.

I quickly realized how small my own room was, all three of us had to share the room. Thankfully we were given more blankets and pillows, but that did not make sleeping on the floor any better. We let the girl take the cot, while Sen and I took the floor. Even when I fell asleep away from him I would always wake up with him in my arms, I found this made sleeping on the floor tolerable.

After he was gone it took years before I finally stopped yearning for someone I cared for in my arms, specifically him. I forced myself to accept that all I would have was the harsh coldness of the magisters.