A Slave's Demeanor

[b.lueeyes]

"I-I...I trust you, Mihael," he spoke, his accent coming through thickly as he cried, bringing his hands up to wipe his cheeks, his shoulders jerking with his sobs pitifully. Now that he had begun, he found he could not stop his crying. He had just...had enough. "A-Alright, I trust you; b-b-bring 'im back. Bring 'im home, I believe in you..."

[Teesie]

Mihael looked to the smaller boy and smiled. He was at least happy that the smaller kid believed in him. Grabbing onto Noah and hugged him softly. "I will....I will most certainly bring your brother back home." he said patting the dark haired boy's head.

[b.lueeyes]

Noah simply nodded, clutching the man tightly, the bag still resting on the bed, waiting to be filled. He would take a few more CD's, and maybe a few books. Just...to keep Lucan there with him. But for now, he just let himself cry, held safely in the arms of the man who was going to make this all better. Who was going to make the pain of missing his brother go away, by bringing him back.

 

Noah could only hope that one day, he could.

 

(Would you mind skipping now to Luc and Dimitri? Sorry about the wait- busy graduating)

[Teesie]

In a private estate is where his most prized possession was now located. The small teen was asleep as the male's caring eyes watched him closely. He had the face of an angel...asleep or awake. Though when asleep there was no other emotions coming in to join, it just stayed angelic. Dimitri was waiting for the small boy to wake up. Slowly combing through the black mid-length hair with his fingers into he continued to stare.

 

...This kid really is special.... though the tall male wouldn't elaborate in that.

[b.lueeyes]

Lucan was slowly regaining consciousness, sluggishly and very gradually. It was as if there were layers upon layers of fog before his eyes, and he was struggling through them. There was a gentle touch to his hair, that was the first thing he registered, other than being comfortable for the first time in....quite a long time. The pianist breathed deeply, nuzzling sleepily against the soft, silky sheets as he slipped back into consciousness, not wanting to really wake.

 

There was a dull throbbing in his neck for some reason, and he gave a small, catlike yawn, his legs stretching out among the tangles of sheets. He rolled his shoulders and stretched his back, leaning up into the tender touch, still not registering where he was.

[Teesie]

Dimitri keep his eyes on the small teen as he stretched, his back arching like a cat as he stretched upon the bed. This kid had the grace if a cat, maybe we have given him a rightful stage name. as he watched the other's graceful moves. Continuing to comb through the black hair he hummed lightly for the other to take notice of him.

 

Lucan was more than just a prize to the Latino. The boy actually meant something to him. Though Dimitri ran this franchise he did have a liking for the silver eyes teen. "Sabre...don't you think it's time to awake?" he asked fingers trailing down the small back before coming to once again rub into the dark colored hair.

[b.lueeyes]

He gave a small shift, shivers running down his spine as he turned over halfway, burying his face into the pillows, groaning in annoyance. He did not want to wake. He wanted to sleep, and stay asleep, where he did not have this soreness in his neck, and this fuzziness in his mind. The Frenchman mumbled against the pillow, goosebumps forming on his arms at the almost tender touch to his spine, his hair.

 

Slowly, his eyes fluttered open and he turned his head to the side, blinking very slowly, dark lashes quivering open to reveal sleepy silver-blues, and he caught sight of the shadowy figure above him, groaning listlessly. "Wha...?"

[Teesie]

Dimitri stated at the boy before sitting back onto the couch he was once at. The other had successfully waken up. The Latino had took Lucan to one of his finest estates, here the small petit teen could relax for the weekend before he was placed back into the clubs to work his shift.

 

Food aligned the table as well as bottles of wine, not that Dimitri though the small boy was a drinker; it was for the clients the came here...the highest paying clients. Shifting in the seat the man watched the other as he mumbled nothing in particular while waking. It was cute.

[b.lueeyes]

The dark haired male shifted slightly, attempting to prop himself up on the sheets, his hair falling over his eyes as he moved. He gave a groan and turned his sore neck to the side, hearing a low pop as the soreness ebbed away. That was better...

 

He slowly moved to sit up, pushing his hair out of his eyes and letting them drift around the room, seeking that figure once more. "W-Where...am I?" He mumbled, his shoulders drooping lazily, his body sluggish. He felt so tired...groggy even. His legs bunched up under the sheets, the silky coverlet sliding down to his waist, revealing his bare chest.

[Teesie]

The man just stared at the other as he shifted himself in an upright position. Sighing slightly he looked to the silver eyes and decided to answer the other's question. "....Your at Loziqè...it's a private estate. Not many are welcomed here. Only those who have been giving us business from for years now. You should be honor Lucan dear." slightly running his finger along the petit teen's cheek. He was such a beautiful kid.

 

Dimitri looked to the silver eyes, he had made sure to have someone scheduled to dress up his prize. The man liked when the young teen looked his best, especially with the kohl outlining his ash blue silver orbs.

[b.lueeyes]

The teen blinked, dark locks falling against the man's hand as he did so, turning bright, innocent eyes over him. It took him some time for his mind to finally catch up with him. But he waited all the same, and when it finally did, he pulled back with sharp gasp, realising his predicament. "D-Dimitri-" he cried, scuttling back towards the elaborate, beautiful wooden headboard. Luc stared at the man, his bright eyes disbelieving. "W-What is going on here? Why- where are t-the other?"

 

Lucan was shocked to say the least, his legs tucking up towards him, his bare skin brushing against the silky sheets. He was naked. Why was he naked? Luc was confused and groggy, and he had no idea what to think- why was this man here? Why was he here?

[Teesie]

The dark haired male stared to the small teen as he tried to get away from him. Dimitri raised his eyebrow before letting out an amused noise. As if his tiger could get away from him, he was caged after all. "The others are were they always are. Either at work or at their....home." the tall man decided to call it, that's where they eat, bathe and sleep. It was a home to them now.

 

Red irises staring into the silver eyes of the other be smiled darkly. "Why are you so afraid Sabre~" he purred out his eyes not letting up from boring into the slightly panicked orbs of the teen. Sighing softly the dark haired make crossed his legs and crossing his arm leaning against the couch he smirked at Lucan. The other seemed so scared...over nothing. It's not as if he was going to be killed or anything. Shouldn't he be happy to be here at Loziqè, it was the finest place the other had been to; plus a comfortable place he had been to in a while.

[b.lueeyes]

Lucan stuttered, his shoulders tight and pulled into his chest. He did not know what to think; this man was here, and he was dangerous. Despite being told where he was, the teen had no idea where that was. Of course Dimitri would choose to be cryptic, what else would he be? But still- this situation...

 

He pulled his legs up, the ebony covers stretching out over his pale skin as he shielded his chest, his back pressed against the headboard. Those eyes; they were the same as before; those same intense eyes that seemed almost tender in their strength. "Why am I here?" He asked, some of his accent coming through in his grogginess, his anger, and more importantly, his fear. "What happened?"

[Teesie]

The man just stared to the petit teen as he noticed the emotions rolling across his face and into his voice, albeit above all....fear. The red orbs softened as he unfold his legs sliding a little closer to the smaller of the two. Running his knuckles against the other's cheekbone he continued to stare. The kid remind Dimitri so much of him.

 

"You have no reason to be scared." he assured the silver eyed teen. Removing his hand from the other's face he sighed and grabbed the other to place his head against his chest. "There is no specific reason you are here. I want to spend time with you." grabbing into the sheets covering the other's body. Combing his fingers through the black hair he stayed in silence.

[b.lueeyes]

The teen's eyes widened as he found himself suddenly pulled into a gentle, warm embrace. He was stiff and tensed, but he couldn't stop the thoughts from whirling in his mind, unstoppable. What was this feeling? There was warmth and kindness, yet this man had him kidnapped and had put him through all of this...no particular reason? What was he, some kind of playing to him?

 

Well, Lucan supposed, I guess I am, aren't I?

 

His shoulders sagged, his body resting against the man's chest that felt so familiar only from that short amount of time he had spent with him, and those fuzzy memories of a red lit room and a dark shadow over his body. He closed his eyes, and shook his head, pushing back just a little from his embrace, a pain sparking in his neck as he did so. "I-I'm not some toy for you to mess with, I am a person. I have rights, this isn't legal. What the hell is even going on here? I-I don't understand this," He turned his eyes down, one hand clutching at the sheets.

[Teesie]

The man looked down to the dark haired teen as he pushed against him to get from his grasps. Red orbs studied ever move of the petit kid's lips as he muttered his statement about his acts being illegal. Sighing he man captured the smaller's cheek between his index and thumb finger. Boring his eyes into the silver ones. The other was over thinking everything, did he not know the taller male had feelings for him?

 

"You should hold you tongue Lucan. Relax." leaning closer to the temptation in front of him. Slowly kissing his lips...gently and quickly he pulled away pushing the black hair out of the teen's face. "Your right. You aren't a toy. That is why I don't treat you as one." a gentle tone vibrating to the other's ear, his breath fanning across the pale skin of Lucan's.

[b.lueeyes]

A shiver ran down his spine, goosebumps rising on his arms as his eyes locked with the deep, almost glittering scarlet. His breath left him, fanning out across the Latino's face as he stared, slowly coming to terms with what he had just done, frozen against the touches to his face, his hair.

 

What was going on here?

 

"I-I don't understand," he murmured, turning his eyes down, his face suddenly pale, frightened even. This man was treating him differently, alright; he was being kind, and gentle, and he did not know why he had this warm feeling in his chest, but it was there nonetheless. This man since he had seen him...had both been incredibly kind to him, and had frightened the life out of him, back with Mihael... "I d-don't..." he flushed, not knowing what to say. "Je ne comprends pas..." He murmured almost bitterly in French, his accent thick.

[Teesie]

Dimitri chuckled as he watched the boy speak French lowly. That was the same thing he use to do. Pulling away so there would be distance between the two, the red orbs still studying the petit teen, the man sighed. "What is there that is so hard to understand tiger~" he said giving a dark, but gentle smile to the other. The smile was in good nature...after all Dimitri wasn't out to hurt the boy, that was the last thing on his mind.

 

Stretching a little the man reached over to get a small wine glass before pouring him one fourth's of the glass and sipping from it. Dimitri did not want Lucan to think he would get drunk and become violent. The small pale teen was already frightened. "Do you care for a beverage...juice perhaps." he asked the one who was looking to him. Smiling lightly he waited for the answer.

[b.lueeyes]

"I-I, ah..." the teen stuttered, turning his eyes up, seeking the man from behind his fringe. The man's words hit home somehow, and his body suddenly caught up with just how parched he was; his stomach grumbled and his mouth felt dry, and he brought a hand to his throat. "A-Ah, do you just have water?" He asked quietly, biting the inside of his cheek as he stared up at him, surprising even himself with it.

 

Lucan was both terrified and strangely calm. Despite the fact that this man was a mafia Lord, one of the most dangerous people he had ever heard of, possibly one of the most feared in America, he felt oddly...comfortable in his presence. But some deep part of him knew to be scared, some rational part of his mind.

[Teesie]

The red orbs glanced up at the slightly croaky soft voice. Dimitri could tell that the other was in need of something to drink. He had just asked if there was water instead. Averting his eyes to the liquids in from of them the man grabbed a bottled water and set it beside the small petit teen. The dark haired male was hoping Lucan would relax. He was always so tense....just like his....-

 

"Tell me Lucan...how do you feel about me?" he asked looking toward the smaller of the two. The red eyes looking into the ash blue silver eyes. He wasn't expecting anything too good so it wouldn't hurt if the other said he hated him....well...at least that's what the male wanted to think. Dimitri just wished that Lucan would soon be like him. Once so obedient and in love.

[b.lueeyes]

The teenager practically grabbed at the bottle, unscrewing it with a slightly shaking hand (he didn't even know why it was shaking, yet the drugs had not fully left his system yet) and dropped the lid, bringing the bottle to his lips. At the first taste of water, he gripped the glass bottle a little harder, the cool sinking into his skin, and letting his head fall back as he swallowed over and over, quickly downing half the bottle greedily, his throat tensing with each gulp.

 

Pulling the bottle away, he wiped his mouth, looking up at the man with owlish eyes. How was he meant to answer that question? He didn't know this man...but then again, he supposed he did. He knew he was a mafia boss, that he was powerful, dangerous and he knew that he was...ruthless. Yet he knew that he was kind, and comfortable to lie on, and that his body was warm-

 

Lucan flushed very slightly, just noticeable on his cheeks, and swallowed once more, fiddling with the bottle. "I-I don't know what to say about you...I know who you are, and that scares me. A-And the thought of w-what you could've done..." he murmured, before recovering quickly, "B-But you're being kind to me, and I know...that you're warm..."

[Teesie]

Dimitri let out a small chuckle at the petit teen's answer. The kid was just as cute as his other prized possession he had once while, some time ago. "You act just like....-" sighing the red eyes glanced to the other and he kept silent. Averting his eye to his glass he took yet another sip from the alcoholic beverage occupying the space in the glass. This was quite delicious to the dark haired man and calmed his nerves..

 

This kid is just too much like him...every ounce of the man runs through this boy. Just alike in so many ways, and....I know that is why I am so interested in this beautiful being. The red irises never leaving the smaller figure Dimitri once again ran a finger down the cheek of Lucan's pale skin. "Have the others been taking care of you?" The man knew that the roomates he had assigned the smaller boy with would look after him. That was the main reason that he had given Lucan a shared room with the other boy that was also special to him. Erik.

 

A sharp ring pierced the quiet room and the man looked to the table before slowly picking up the electronical device. The dark haired male had told the others not to bother him unless it was something real important. If this wasn't important then he would have the other's regret it. Answering the call he placed the phone to his ear. "What is it?.

[b.lueeyes]

Lucan was surprised at the man's question, not thinking he would ask such a thing, but then again, what did he know? He remembered then, somewhat groggily, that Erik was his nephew. He had confirmed it with him after the incident with Mihael. The poor guy...this man's nephew, even, and forced to do what he does.

 

Then again, he must be fond of him a little. Erik was never given away except to high class clients, or bidders. Lucan was just glad he hadn't been shoved into an auction yet.

 

"I-I, ah-" he was about to speak when his phone had rung, the sound shocking him, the teen giving a jerk from the bed, pulling the sheets to pool around his waist more. Still, he thought, that was a good thing. He was naked. There could never be too much clothing between him and air these days. He watched as Dimitri's expression changed completely, his demeanour shifting from kind and easy to hard and businesslike in mere seconds. What...was that call about?

[Teesie]

What the hell are they talking about? If things was any worse than this I would have to get involved. Why...who- Stopping his rambling the red eyes landed on the smaller teen in the room before leaning forward and placing his elbows onto his knees. Now in a slouched position a upset expression flashed across his face.

 

"What the hell do you mean he's escaped? ... Then if you saw it happening why didn't you interfere? ... I don't give a damn if there were a million of them I want that boy back her now! Do you know how fucked we are if that boy talks? ...NOW I WANT HIM HERE NOW!" Clicking the phone off and slamming it down onto the table. Breathing heavily his eyes steered to Lucan to stare at him for a while. Dimitri was irate for sure and he didn't want to scare the black haired teen, but he had to handle business.

 

Smiling softly the man leaned against the couch his perfect posture once again in view. "You know tiger...I'm upset. Do you think maybe you could make me feel better?" Staring to the silver eyes. The dark haired male needed a stress relief and he knew that if the other was still with him that he would have it.

[b.lueeyes]

The teen had tightened his grip on the sheets, holding the silken folds against his body almost as if they were a far thicker barrier between them than they already were. This man...yes, he was just as dangerous as he seemed to be. This man wasn't kind, or he shouldn't be kind; he was...terrifying, dangerous, and he was a kidnapper, a murderer and a rapist.

 

But still; those words sent shivers down his bare spine, and he pulled the covers over him a little more, suddenly feeling the cold. Lucan did not know what to say; he simply stared at the man with wide, frightened eyes, unable to think of what this man could possibly want from him that he could...get out of. The man's smile...was deceptive. Beneath that beautiful face was a hard, cold man who ruled over the New York underworld with an iron fist. And Luc...was a part of that underworld now.

 

"I-I," he whispered, turning his eyes away from him. Images from a dark red room filled his senses and he reached up to brush back some dark hair from his cheeks. "I don't...know if I could." His eyes flickered to the seat next to the man, and he thought for a moment whether it would be better to leave what little warmth of the bed that he had to sit beside him...when he was dressed the way he way. Luc clutched the sheets all the tighter.