Title: See that thingy.

Summary: See first chapter!!!!!!!

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Lief/Dain, SLASH!!!! Do like, don't read.

Disclaimer: I'll admit it!!! I don't own!!! I'm just a singer and poet who tries to write fiction….and fanfiction.

Note: Hello all of my DQ peeps! I'm back. And now here comes the chapter where you have to say; AW!!!! Just because Dain is so awesome! I mean, he changed his ways for Lief!!!!!!!!

Chapter Seven: Fifty to Her, but One to Me

Didn't think that I

Would make it, did you?

Sort of hard to believe,

I had that much strength.

(My beautiful poetry…..you KNOW you love it!!! So there! =P)

Lief shivered, his head was spinning and it was so cold, like he was under ice. But he was free of the spell. Gently, he flexed his fingers. They obeyed him, clumsily, for he was trembling. The cold sheets enveloped him, but they made a barrier between his body and her. Lief shook violently. Last night all he could do was scream silently in his mind as his body was pummeled by some sort of lustful monster…and his self was forced to return it.

Now he was not only shivering but crying. It was cold and the pain was livid on his frozen skin. He had bruises and cuts where black nails had dug into the skin. He hurt in places he didn't even know he had. It was a struggle, the hardest walk in his life (even though it was only a few feet) to get to his clothes and get dressed.

He swayed as he walked, but didn't want lean against a wall for support. He needed to get out of this room. The air was so icy that it felt as if breathing it was suffocating him.

He didn't care about anything anymore, not the trail of blood running from his blacked eyes and mouth to his neck, not the fact that his body was begging for rest, or the pain. He just cared about getting out.

Standing at the door, one hand on the handle, her voice came to him like a ghostly whisper of fog, "I will summon you when I require you again."

Lief made no comment; his heart felt numb and terrified, and he found that he couldn't register one ounce of emotion. It was like it had been frozen out of him.

There was a troop of Grey Guards waiting to escort him back. Lief avoided their glances, shrinking into his cape, trying to hide himself. He felt as if every inch of his body was stained. Like he was wearing a sign on his forehead that said everything she forced him to do. At last, he was shoved into his room. He fell as the Guards shut the door, and Dain caught him in both arms.

Stumbling up, the Ol helped the battered human to the bed, where he sat him down. Lief sat there, emotionless, still, silent, and broken.

"What did she do? No, wait—I don't want to know! Because if I did than I know that I would go there myself and rip her into pieces!" Dain snarled, sitting next to Lief.

"No. You wouldn't. You couldn't, actually. She'd throw you to the ground with a flick of her finger and turn you into goop." Lief said as-oh-matter-of-factly, knowing that he was right.

Dain sighed, defeated, "True. And I rather like being solid."

There was a moment of silence, until Lief shook so hard, that he practically crumbled to the floor, landing on his side. He groaned and Dain bent down, seeing the damage that had been done. Lief was cut where nails had gouged into his delicate skin. Bruises were deeper than Dian had thought, and one of the human's eyes was bloody and swollen from a large one.

Dain flinched, feeling his heart—if he had one—melt inside him, crashing to his feet. Suddenly that week of lust, love every night, and then having Lief subjected to this, made him sick. What was the reason that he took him here? To use him as a toy and drag him bleeding and numb around the Shadow lands?! Dain remembered watching Lief in his sleep, admiring him, thinking that after all he had done, he deserved a human pet. But than he started feeling something. Love. Or at least, as close as he could feel to that human emotion. But Lief made him feel it. With all he had, the soul he didn't own—Lief made a flame light up in him and hot prickles dance in his body. Seeing him like this, limp in his arms, made him sick. Sick of his master. Sick at himself, for doing things so similar and offering Lief none of his feelings in return.

In total, he felt like he was really about to regurgitate.

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Dain bathed Lief, placing the human in clean nightclothes, throwing the old ones into the fire that he had kindled in the mantel. Perhaps its warmth and comforting sunset glow would help his little human. Lief didn't speak, only the occasional grimace as Dain lay him down showed that he was aware of his surroundings. His sapphire eyes were glassed, devoid of emotion like the gems that they were similar to. Dain sighed and tucked him in a bit, feeling the side of his face. His skin was warmer, but he was still shivering a bit, the effects of sorcery slowly leaking out of his body.

As there was nothing that he could do, Dain changed himself, hanging his coat in the closet and placing the note about the new experiment on the small desk that Lief used.

Climbing into bed, Dain turned to Lief, "I'm sorry."

Lief turned over on his side, face to face with Dain, "For what?"

Dain wrapped both arms around the human, hugging him tightly against him, "For using you like she did. I forgot why I brought you here. It wasn't for physical pleasure, but for the way you made me feel. The emotion that stirred when I saw your smile."

Lief looked up at him, "Love?"

The Ol flinched, "I think that's what it's called. Strange human emotion. Curse it."

"It's a good thing." Lief said quietly, not meeting his master's eyes.

"But I don't know how to….express it."

Lief sighed, comfortable in the warm arms that embraced him. Dain's hug was more homely than the room.

"Normal people who love each other don't need sex every night." Lief murmured, "Just simple gestures, feelings, whatever the other needs."

"What do you need?" Dain whispered.

"This," Lief said, placing his head on Dain's chest, his eyes fluttering, "Just this."

He didn't move a muscle and they spoke no more for that night.

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Lief felt stronger the next day. And the next. Things were better now. He was better. Dain was no longer lustful, but caring. There was real emotion in the Ol's eyes. Lief felt the loving warmth from each embrace, the nights of laughing and talking near the mantel. He drew strength from Dain.

He loved him.

And maybe it was wrong. For even though Lief had no memory of his past, he knew that he was supposed to be against the Shadow Lord and her creatures. He couldn't describe how he knew that; he just did. That was the one fragment of his past that remained. But here, trapped in a room with an Ol whom he was harboring feelings for, he left that out of the equation.

After all, he knew nothing. No memory, no family, no friends; just Dain.

So don't think about it.

The days stretched on. Lief drew and wrote random things by day, trying to recall his memory, but failing. Dain came back and gave him a supportive hug, as Lief melted into the embrace, not feeling up to anything besides sleep.

One night, Lief woke up in Dain's embrace to a rough knocking. He gulped, looking at Dain, who got up and climbed over the human, fear visible in his soft chocolaty eyes.

Not again.

Lief's hands bit into the sheets as the Guards talked to Dain. He didn't know much, but his head was clearer, he was strong, more prepared. If the Shadow Lord could fight him with the glowing red gaze and her thoughts of evil, than surely he could combat them with good. For even if he didn't have any memories, he had emotions; he knew his enemy.

Even if he was the lover of one of them.

Lief massaged a temple and got up, grabbing his cloak, but not hiding in it like last time. He had to look strong, be proud. Dain hugged him tight, not wanting to let go. Lief looked over the other's shoulder at the Grey Guards, who were waiting patiently.

"I am going to kill her!" Dain hissed in his ear, kissing Lief's cheek forcefully.

"No," Lief said, pulling back and looking at him, "You can't. This is the way it is; a do or die."

"A stupid, sick do or die."

Lief shrugged, not able to disagree. Head held high, he stepped into the circle of Grey Guards, nodding to the leader. The burly Guard looked a little shocked—was this the same fragile blue-eyed human who they had transported just last week?—but he barked out orders to his pod and they surrounded Lief, who, with his head held high, azure eyes gleaming like determined stone beckons, started the walk to the Shadow Lord's chamber.

They came to the door, once again. Lief felt as if he was walking in the past. But this tie he was stepping in with what he knew now. Lost in his thoughts, Lief gathered his emotions. The flame of his spirit stealing to his mind, feelings alight. Love, friendship, warmth, and all other homely emotions rushed into him. As he entered the cold bedchamber, he didn't shiver, but walked on, keeping his face carefully blank as the fire within him thrashed in his bones.

She was there. Standing in front of him with a smile on her face. Lief looked into her glowing eyes, his emotions ready. Slowly, she stepped forward. They were face to face. Lief didn't cower in his gaze, but narrowed his eyes, surrendering his focus to the glowing red orbs. The stream of evil poured into him from a lip of cold magic. But he was ready. His own mind lurched into hers; alight with the emotions that he had collected. She gasped, unprepared. The contact broke as she looked away, breathing hard and clenching her fists. True, she didn't faint like Lief had, but he could tell that she had felt the blow. The small victory buoyed him. She was strong, but layer by layer, he would tear her apart.

For the memories he couldn't remember, for the family and friends he no longer had, for the one he loved now, for whoever he used to be.

After a few moments, the Shadow Lord looked at him, though not in the eye, "Very impress parlor trick, human, but I've seen better. Don't get any ideas. I will not break under my own slave."

"I am not a slave." Lief's voice rang in the chamber, vibrant and clear.

"You're right," she spat, "You are a pleasure toy of a slave."

"There is a difference between a lover and a pleasure toy." He hissed, his calm, controlled exterior slipping a bit in anger.

"What ever you like to think human, you are my property in the end. And considering how much we—well, I—enjoyed last time, I called you back. Let's just hope that the spell didn't have too many adverse effects on your body."

Her fingers flexed, and she leaned over, but Lief acted this time, "There will be no need."

She looked up, meeting his eyes once again and flinched, still a little weak.

Lief watched her turn, and as he started to undo his shirt buttons he thought through the sadness and tight ball of anxiety and fear in his stomach, Fifty to her, but one to me.

Smiling at the small victory—but an accomplishment nonetheless—Lief closed his eyes and faced the torture to come head on.

Note: I know, kinda pointless and not my best, but it's plot reasons! The next chapter will explain. Besides, Lief is realizing he can win. And Dain changed and became more….human, perhaps? And what happens now that Lief is stronger? Anyway, hope ya'll still liked it! =)

Now to the reviewers:

homesweethomicide13: I know, but tormenting him is so much fun!!!! But I'm happy that people still like the story. Glad you liked it! Hope this was good too. And you have to admit (even though you don't like him) Dain was sweet in this chapter. Please? No? OK! Don't hurt me! :hides under desk: =D =P =) lol

x-KuroxShiroxAi-x: I know, I am so cruel! But, it was entertaining, right? Besides, torturing him is fun! =) And the evil bugs are gone! Yay! Glad you liked chapter 6 and looking forward to what you have to say about this!!!

Thanks reviewers! Ya'll are awesome!!

Please R&R peeps!