Title: Blue, Blue Eyes

Disclaimer: yeah, yeah I don't own.

Summary: See first chapter.

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Lief/Dain cause they're so good together.

Note: OK, I'm back! I had a bug in this document, but I got some good bug spray. ;)

Actually….I got patience and frustration. Thanks for waiting!

Chapter Five: Sending of the Shadow Lord

You tell me

Who you really are

'Cause I bet you

Don't have a clue

(A/N: I know you all love my poetry so much…What? OK, I'll be quiet now)

The next week or so was wonderful for Lief. He fell into the routine of loving Dain. Dain had to go early, but they woke up, had tea, than Dain would leave. Lief was quite bored, but he could do almost anything in the room. He had managed to convince Dain into getting him a desk and papers and pens. Lief had never been one for art, but he drew everyday.

The only horrible, terrible thing that was happening, was that Lief had fully lost his memory of his friends. That monotone emotion was all he knew now. Timid, gentle, lustful. That was all he was anymore. Subconsciously, he felt like something was wrong, but than, just like that, Dain would arrive, press his lips to Lief's and a thrill of pleasure would run down his heart like a gentle icicle, sealing whatever memory he might have recollected.

He felt lost, helpless, until Dain came into the room. Lief was like a puppy awaiting his master, a slave awaiting the whip. But even than he never felt protected, loved. Only a great lust held him as Dain threw him down under him. But for one moment, Lief could feel. He could think clearly, though he was always confused and disoriented, not aware that Dain's hands were going down, lower and lower. For a moment, images flashed in his mind. People, places, and horrible monsters.

He managed to hold those images in his mind, and the next morning, as soon as Dain left, he would run to his desk, grab a paper and pen and sketch them out. His hand was quick, and the images flowed effortlessly. Every curve, every hair already set in his fingertips. Unfortunately, most of the time, he suddenly stopped, and realized that he couldn't remember what to do next, so he threw it away. But finally he was able to finish a drawing.

He smiled, and looked down. It shimmered there, the ink still wet, shining like black blood on the yellow parchment. It was a girl. She was wearing tattered grey clothing. Tangled black hair ran down her back, very long. She was elfin faced, with narrow eyebrows and big, piercing eyes. He squinted, no longer with her image in his mind. She looked so familiar, but no memory struck in his mind. Not a spark of recognition. Disappointed, Lief placed the drawing in the drawer of the desk. Just on time, too, because Dain strutted into the room.

"Hello, my darling artist." He jibbed, standing over Lief and placing his arms around his shoulders.

Lief leaned into the embrace, craning his head up, "Greetings."

Dain pressed his lips against Lief's neck, who moved it sinuously, craning to the left. Dain's fingers twirled in his hair, another rand under his shirt. Lief murmured something, feeling his emotions blur.

"Love you." Dain whispered.

"I—" Lief suddenly fell over, banging his head and hitting the floor.

Dain was taken under to, and soon they were a tangle of limbs under the crammed area of the small desk. Lief laughed a bit, moving over and grabbing a leg of the desk for support, only hitting his elbow against the wall. Dain, who was over him laughed, toppling life, and sending them both sprawling on the floor. Dain kissed Lief's cheek, who rolled his eyes, trying to squirm out of the Ol's grip on his waist.

"Can I at least move my head?" he asked, for his head was stuck against the wall at an uncomfortable angle.

Dain carefully got off Lief, with much untwining of joints and some crawling over the human. Lief elbowed him as a boot landed in his face. Chucking, Dain got out, standing up and brushing himself off.

Lief tried wiggling out, but found that he had caught his leg. After a bit of squirming he managed to free it and come out. Dain grabbed him up, collecting him into warm arms.

Lief sighed a bit, leaning on Dain's shoulder, feeling willowy hands trace patterns on his back. Dain reached down and touched Lief's belt, hinting. Lief sighed, not really in the mood tonight, but Dain was his master and he couldn't, simply couldn't, say no…

Suddenly, before Dain could finish unbuckling, there was a knock at the door.

Dain sighed in exasperation, looking regretfully over his beautiful human prize. He would have liked to ignore it and have Lief to his pleasures and burning lust, but if it was his master, he couldn't chance her wrath….or, worse, getting his muse taken away from him.

And so the Ol stepped away from his human and went to the door. Lief sighed in relief, feeling a little glad. He was tired, and a night of just sleep would do him some good. He re-buckled his belt, wrapping his arms around his frame protectively. Perhaps this visit would tire his master, and he could sleep for a night with Dain roaming, exploring every inch of him.

Curious, Lief stepped forward as Dain unlocked the door, which was under several keys and bolts. When the Ol opened the door, an escort of Grey Guards stood there. They said something that Lief just missed, and Dain nodded, saying something like; Alright, just give me a moment. Lief watched the Grey Guards nod, as Dain closed the door.

Dain looked at Lief, his eyes grave. He was suddenly downcast, and bristling in anger; "Get your cloak."

Lief went to the wardrobe. He had several of the same outfit. Black pants and the iridescent grey shirt; things that Dain had given him, a servant uniform to delight his master. He pulled the cloak out. It was ever changing in dirty colors. Browns, grays, and greens all lapping iridescently in the cloth. His mother had made it for him. Well, at least he thought so, but these days with his mind in its never ending torrent…Lief shook his head to clear it and buttoned the cloak, the one thing that felt a little like home, the one thing that he had of his past.

Dain fixed his hair.

"What's going on?" Lief asked as he waited for Dain to unlock the door.

"My master wants to see you."

Lief opened his mouth to reply. He wanted to say; No!! But the door open and he was roughly pushed into a circle of Grey Guards, with no possible way of escape as he started walking down the hall to what he was sure was going to be his doom.

Note: I know it's short, but hopefully it was alright. I just needed this here for plot reasons, kind of like a filler. I'll try to get chapter six up ASAP. In the next chapter, Lief shall be tortured!! Muwahaha!!!! Now to the reviewers:

Homesweethomicide13: Yup! The bug spray worked. =) Hope you liked this chapter and what I've done to Lief. Thank-you for the review.

x-KuroxShiroxAi-x: I like the new penname! Glad you liked it. And I'm glad that I'm not the only one who doesn't like doing sex scenes. Hope you enjoyed this!

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