Title: Blue, Blue Eyes

Summary: See first chapter.

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Lief/Dain

Note: Warning!! SLASH!!! Especially this chapter. Don't like Lief kissing another guy, than don't read!!!!! Don't like yaoi or slash, don't read!!! No flames please, but constructive criticism is welcome! ;) =) Now on with the show….

-Golmere

Ashes to ashes,

And the rain of fire burned,

Come down on my heart

And let the passions arise.

I care not of the aftermath,

I care not of the pain.

For love and lust blossomed there,

And nothing would ever be the same…

(I know, my poetry sucks, but it sort of fits. Hopefully.)

Chapter 4: Lust at Dark

The next few days melted into a glum reality for Lief. During the day, Dain was busy, leaving their suite-like room to 'help' his Master with 'projects'. Lief would sit near the window in the breakfast nook, looking out over the barren Shadow lands. The ground was as white as bone, and red and grey stem gushed out the various buildings. He slept often to, during the day. At night he scooted as far away from Dain as he could, and didn't sleep, terrified that Dain might try to get a little something, something out of him while he was sleeping.

Dain, on the other hand, would sigh grumpily and murmur something, and wouldn't lay a hand on Lief. Lief found this rather…kind and he found himself thinking, whenever Dain was gone, that he maybe owed him something. After all, he knew that if Dain had not asked his Master to keep Lief, than Lief was sure that he would be dead. Even so, Lief would never give into Dain. Dain was a murderer, he had helped to kill Lief's loved ones, and that could never be forgiven.

After a week, Lief was sitting in the breakfast nook, starring out the window, his head held depressingly in his hand. The warm light seeped into his skin,. and, as always, his mind wandered back to Del. He thought about his father working at the forge, the Belt of Deltora kept secretly around his waist for so many years. Lief concentrated and found that he couldn't remember his father's face. He knew that it was similar to his own, but trying to conjure the image seemed to hurt him…as if the dirty, gruff, and still kind face wasn't worthy of him seeing it.

"Err!" Lief growled in frustration, his eyes opening.

These days his mind was a mush of dull feelings. Sometimes, for a moment, he could feel bitter anger, than it was gone in a flash replaced with the dull murky feelings that swathed his mind. Along with them, though was a stinging obedience and docile personality. Worse, however, was the throbbing lust he had for Dain. Those moments where Lief found himself helpless to his mind, as he watched the Ol's tongue travel across that soft-looking mouth, or the swing of those angular, perfect hips. He wondered what it would be like to have those willowy hands roaming every inch of his body.

Lief didn't know what thoughts weren't him and what thoughts were him. The logical explanation would be that he was either insane or that he was being spelled by the Shadow Lord.

Or something worse.

Or maybe, he was just a lustful monster with a murky, mushed up mind and blue, blue eyes that haven't seen the sun in over a month.

Maybe he was just giving into what Dain wanted.

Lief shook and massaged his head with his fingertips. Why him? That's what it came down to. He was once a blacksmith's son with a simple peasant life, confined in Del, but with a rebellious spirit. And in the course of a few months, he was a hero. Brave, proud, and expecting to defeat the Shadow Lord. And now he was a pleasure servant for a servant of the Shadow Lord, not even sure of any of his own feelings or thoughts. The higher the pedestal, the greater the fall.

And he had fallen. He had fallen very, very badly.

Lief hated the way he cringed in fear as the door to the bedroom opened, and slammed shut. Dain's footsteps seemed to echo down the short hall. Wishing that he had his cloak, Lief tried hiding his body, crossing his legs in the adorning pants.

Dain came into the breakfast nook, smiling and looking very satisfied with himself, "I have something for you." He said, holding a large box in both arms and setting it down on the table.

"Another demonic, killing item for my wardrobe? Maybe a necklace or hat? Oh, or some pants! Yes, I just love getting my circulation squeezed out of me there!" Lief said with sardonic happiness, after all the bracelet was still on his wrist, though he couldn't deny that its truth-detecting abilities were helpful.

"Well, if you do, than I can certainly handle that." Dain smiled seductively while leaning against one hand, looming over Lief, brown eyes going up and down his body.

Lief blushed and found himself sort of flattered, once again captured by that new mind-set, before he could break free, "No thanks. What is it?"

Dain sighed, "Fine. But I'll consider the invitation for later. And as for the present, you have to open it."

His words struck the fear in Lief, and the underlying pleasure that gave him that warm itch that he couldn't scratch. Dain hadn't forced him to do anything yet, but maybe the Ol's patience was running out…

To distract himself, Lief stood and took the lid off of the crate, half expecting a golden piece of reptilian jewelry to fly out at him. Instead, he was greeted by a thick layer of folded, plush velvet. Shooting Dain, who was smiling broadly, a suspicious look Lief gently lifted the cloth up, and placed it on the table and gasped in shock.

Inside was a jar with a faded paper label; Quality Brand Honey. But after his adventures with the resistance, Lief knew better. Picking up the glass jar with its golden contents, he stroked it unconsciously, visions stirring in his head.

Rubbing the golden stuff on Jasmine's lips, watching her lick it and slowly open her eyes…spooning it out to Barda…looking at the label with his companions hovering over him…confronting Doom and acknowledging that it was Queen Bee honey...

Lief opened his eyes, and gently set it down, looking at Dain with a raised eyebrow, a gentle, sad, and grateful expression swimming in his tear laden blue eyes. Nestled in the cloth next to the honey jar was a beat-up, small wooden flute. It took Lief a moment to place it, but then he remembered the beautifully pure music of the Raladin, and staying there with his companions. He remembered the comfort, the warmth.

The next item was an arrow, its tip shimmering as though wet. Lief reached out to touch it but Dain quickly grabbed his hand, eyes wide.

"What—"

"Poison." Dain said.

Lief looked down as he finally thought, Of course! The Gnoomes used poison from the giant toad beast that enslaved them. Jasmine herself only survived it because of the ruby, which saved her. And our friend Prin was there. She looked just like Monty…

Shaking his head with a sad smile on his face, Lief carefully put back the arrow and drew out the next one. This time, it was a vial. It was very small, and white capped with silver on a chain. Lief frowned, it looked familiar, but he just couldn't place it…

"Jasmine used to wear it. My Master believes that it may have held the Nectar from the Lilies of Life." Dain said.

Yes. We collected it in the Forests. It saved my life, Barda's, and Prin's. This bottle was one of Jasmine's few possessions, and now she's…

Lief shook his head; as if thinking about his friend's demise would really, truly make her dead. The last item was old and ragged, a bundle of curled cloth, with a tiniest bit of straw sticking out from one seam. Was it possible….

"Monty!" Lief cried, scooping up his old childhood companion.

The stuffed Kin was made from brown fabric weaved by his mother, and stuffed with straw. The black button eyes, though less shiny, stared at Lief in the same kind face that they had so many years ago. Once, Monty followed him everywhere. Being held under an arm as he watched his father work, dragged through the streets of Del when he was finely old enough to venture form his door, but, as all children, Lief had to grow up a bit, and Monty was placed in a box tucked under his rickety bed, along with other treasures from his early childhood.

"But how," Lief said, as he held the small stuffed creature to his chest, a sense of unreality overwhelming him, "Did you get him here?"

Dain shrugged, "While you were sleeping, a group of servants and I had to go back to Del, there I picked up some things you might like as memories, for I knew that you missed home. When I walked back to your old home, I found that a box had survived, and I opened it. Many of the items were burned, but the one on top, 'Monty' as you call it, was in perfect condition. It looked like it was once well loved, and it still seemed special, for you kept it. So I brought that back, hoping that you could remember all the happy times of your past, and look forward to the ones to come in the future."

Lief turned away and distracted himself with placing items back in the box. His future was something that he hadn't been looking forward to. He was living in a suite, with a lustful creature that was starting to get impatient. Oh yes, he had a fine future. Being kept away from home and being forced to sleep with an Ol, not to mention the Shadow Lord using him for her own 'pleasures'. And if she was anything like her servants, than he certainly knew what that would be.

And now he felt a prickling pleasure at every suggestive comment Dain made.

Lief shivered and closed the box, "I'd better but this in our—I mean, er—the room." He stammered, feeling so awkward under Dain's gaze.

He stumbled out of the nook, and went into the bed chamber. Yawning, Lief opened the drawer on his side, placing the crate—which fit perfectly—inside it.

"You don't like them." Stated a voice form behind him.

Lief turned and was suddenly nose-to-nose with Dain.

"No. I really do. Thank you so much. It was very kind…..it's just—just that…..I mean since I know….er—umphf—"

Lief was cut off as Dain struck, catching Lief's mouth forcefully in his. Stiffened as if electrocuted Lief made no response, only to try and squirm as Dain's tongue danced delightfully in his mouth. As his heart tore in indecision, Lief kept struggling, though it was only half-hearted. Part of him wanted to respond the other want to kick Dain, hard.

At last, Dain stopped and pulled away, a hurt—if Ols had emotions, for Lief really didn't know—and regretful expression on his face. Lief stood there open-mouthed, gawking, unsure of what to feel, numbly trying to fight back the fire of lust that was building up in him. As silence stretched between the two, and Dain turned away, Lief retreated into his mind.

He might have been spelled, but he didn't think that his natural feelings were false. That monotone love was replaced with real fire now, and his thoughts were much clearer. Here he was, home sick for a home that was gone, and mourning over dead friends that he didn't get to say goodbye to. Lief knew that if they saw him now; lost and confused, depressed, a total wreck, they would weep. They loved him for his spirit, his smile, his joy. No matter what path he chose, his parents had said once, as long as he was happy; they would be proud and happy for him. Barda wouldn't stand for being missed after he died; the big man was someone of life. And Jasmine, she was wild. She knew how cruel life was, and that you had to make the best of it. Lief closed his eyes and opened them again, looking at Dain's back. Happiness is what they wanted for him, no matter what. Licking his lips, Lief stepped over a bit.

Without looking at him, Dain said, "I shouldn't have done that. I understand that being here is only causing you pain. And, your right. I care for you, so I should want you to be happy. Even if that happiness doesn't include me. I should have left you there with your friends, life, but it's too late now. I'm—sorry."

"For what?" Lief said, the spark of his usual wildness back, "For saving my life? For my own stupid brain that can't decide what it wants? For my bad behavior to you?"

Dain turned and frowned, "This is ruining your mind. I'm sorry for kissing you and bringing you here!"

Lief raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, "That wasn't a kiss."

"Than what is—umphf—"

Lief had dived forward, catching Dain's mouth like he had done his own. Of course, Lief wasn't an expert at kissing, this was actually the first one he'd ever done, but Dain caught on and deepen the kiss. Dain's mouth was sweet, and his lips soft and warm, enveloping Lief's perfectly.

They broke apart, staggering a bit, each in shock.

"Wow." Dain said, as Lief sat down on the bed, trying to avert looking him exactly in the eye, pale skin flushed, "You've done that a few times, haven't you?"

Lief shook his head shyly, "No. First time. I've never been in a relationship at all, actually."

Dain sat down next to him and leaned in seductively, his mouth caressing Lief's ear in warm breaths, "You know it's the time that we usually go to bed, right?"

Lief grinned slightly as he felt a hand trace his back under his shirt. Dain's other hand was slowly, sinuously undoing the buttons of his shirt, stroking the smooth skin that was revealed inch by inch. Instinctively, he arched his back and curled closer, his only fingers deftly undoing Dain's own shirt. As Lief lay back, his shirt discarded, Dain reached down to his belt, but Lief caught his hand.

"Just promise that you won't cut my circulation." He said, eyes glinting in amusement as he reached for Dain's belt.

Dain grinned, fingers moving blindly, "I wish I could." He murmured as they sank down into the maelstrom of sheets.

Note: OK, sorry if you guys wanted more of a sex scene, but I don't like too graphic! My sister had to help me with what it was. =) =S Just use your imagination, and understand how awkward it is for me. But on the other hand…..I'm a boy, and I did a romance scene! Oh yeah!! I know, I am amazing, even though this really, really isn't the best chapter, but hopefully it's not complete trash! ;-) ;-P

Was Dain too corny? Gifts too cheesy? Monologue horrible? I hope that Lief's mood didn't change too fast, and that the murky brain isn't pointless. You'll get it later on. Hope everyone liked this chapter and that it wasn't too short!


Now in response to the beloved reviews…..

PlatinumGal: Thank-you very much, glad you liked that chapter. And I hope that you liked this one as well!! In the next few the fact that the Shadow Lord is a girl shall be implied.

Mistress-of-Broken-Shadows: Hope this update didn't take too long! =) =O =D Glad you liked it, and you can never have enough slash, which is why I'm making this one long!! =D =O =P =)

homesweethomicide13: Relax, I don't mind rambles in my review section. It was actually sort of interesting. Glad you didn't think chapter 3 was disappointing. I hope this brought the story's mood up. I also hope you liked it! =) And maybe, just maybe, this could bring Dain/Lief into a tie with Jarda? No. Okay, don't hurt me!!! =) ;) Anyway, hope you liked this slash!!!

By the way, I have a huge school project next week and I'm going on vacation for two, so it might be about 4 weeks until I can update again. Many apologies.

Please R&R everybody!!!!

-Golmere