On this Road Together (Wolf x Rumpleteaser)

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"You the slave's owner?"

 

'Hmmm?' Lucius asked. He looked between the elf facing him and the guards before deciding the elves would not attack anyone in front of the crown guard. Lucius nodded, his arms flopped by his sides in an exhausted sort of way. He studied the guards quietly and nodded again. He wasn't going to fight the situation. He'd been to prison before and knew how it worked. As much as he hated authority and riled internally against being an obedient little puppy, Veldoval's life was on the line. He couldn't afford another slave so he needed Veldoval to complete his mission. Even so, it still didn't feel right saying he owned the man. 'Yes, he's my responsibility.'

 

"Hey, if you stop and kiss our boots, we might forgive you and let you and your slave off, tiefling," one elf jeered.

 

'You've got to be kidding me,' Lucius said dryly. 'And yes, I am a tiefling. I was born a tiefling and I will die a tiefling. Every day I wake up and take a piss as a tiefling too. Is that a crime?'

 

'Tielfings shouldn't even exist. Your mother committed a crime by giving birth to you,' the sun elf commented, causing Lucian's lip to curl in anger. 'Kiss our boots and we won't charge you or your aasimar with assault.'

 

Lucius froze. He gritted his teeth and kept eye contact with the elf, who raised his head and pointed his boot out. As the guards bound Veldoval up, Lucius took a drudging step forward. This was hard for him, given how proud he was and bitter against those who discriminated against his kind. On one hand, he had done nothing wrong besides trusting his companion. He was in the right here and shouldn't be treated to such humiliation, especially with everyone watching. It was wrong for a tielfing to have to bow to other races, just for being born the way they were! Tielfings had as much right to exist as any other race! On the other hand, however, Lucius couldn't just hand Veldoval over to the noose or executioner's axe. Lucius looked over to where Veldoval's wings were being bound then back to the elf. He nodded silently then got down on his knees, put his hands on the ground and bent down to kiss the elf's boot. The elf pulled back his extended toe and had Lucius kiss the other boot. Lucius couldn't help but think he had betrayed his kind by lowering himself to the elf.

 

"That's not how that works. His slave used magic, that isn't allowed so he is facing charges anyway," the guard quickly interrupted and another guard motioned for Lucius to hurry and get out the door.

 

'Pardon?!' Lucius cried out incredulously. Smoke billowed from his nostrils as he exhaled hard and he pushed himself up to his feet. He took several moments brushing himself off to recover his composure before walking up to the guards. He didn't want his own magic blocked with their suppression cuffs. 'You'll get no trouble from me.'

 

'You two, you'd better follow us too,' one of the other guards said to the elves. 'We'll need your statements. It's your choice whether you press charges for assault but you'll need to witness the aasimar slave using magic. We'll be sending our investigators to get the rest of the witness accounts.'

 

The leader of the guards grabbed Lucius by the upper arm while the other two dragged Veldoval along the ground. Lucius tugged his arm away before the superior muttered the threat of clapping him in arms as well. Lucius exhaled and let himself be manhandled like a criminal all the way back to the goal. The elves were bid to wait outside while the two "criminals" were led down into the cells. Veldoval was thrown on the ground like a sack of potatoes and Lucius was bodily shoved in after him. Lucius managed not to stumble or trip over Veldoval's body and stood up straight. He inclined his head in greeting to the two other occupants before crouching down beside Veldoval and giving him a harsh slap on the face to see if he was conscious. Ignoring the other two occupants, he began to check the aasimar over for any obvious damage. It was fairly easy since he was only wearing his new cloak and Lucius's spare pants.

 

'You may relax now. You may freely move your arms and you do not have to stay on your knees,' he said quietly, releasing the commands he'd said earlier. He reached for his satchel and groaned as he realised he'd set it down at the inn. He could count that as stolen, unless the innkeeper was kind enough to rescue it for him. He hadn't seen the guards take it for investigation.

 

Alas, losing his satchel also meant that Lucius had no medical kit on him, not that he particularly felt like caring for Veldoval right now. He was one prod away from kicking the aasimar himself! Lucius reached out for Veldoval's bleeding head and smeared the blood around a little to make the injury look even worse than it really was. He wasn't going to use magic to heal his companion because it would suit him better for people to see that the sun elves had beaten Veldoval up to the point of delirium. Lucius was going to use the defense that he had ordered his slave to submit and that the elves had continued to attack after the slave was subdued. He was going to accuse them of damaging his property and that Veldoval had acted in defense of his master. It was a long shot but it was the only defense he had.

 

'What are you looking at?' Lucius snapped at the other inmates. His tail was waving about dangerously as he stood up so he wrapped it around himself like a belt. As he walked to the back of the cell, the human grabbed him by the shoulder and gripped onto his clothes.

 

'I don't like your attitude, devilspawn,' the human said, his voice slurred with alcohol.

 

'I've had enough of being called "devilspawn" today,' Lucius said calmly. He gripped the man's wrist and tugged at it to try to get it off. He was in enough trouble without getting into a fight with a drunken human while in a prison cell. He doubted that would put him in a good light at the trial they were bound to have. Come to think of it, would there be a trial? The guards hadn't been forthcoming with what was going to happen from here. 'By the light of Salvadiir, I will put you into a trance if you keep touching me.'

 

'Who the fuck is Salvadiir? Is it one of your demon gods?' the man slurred.

 

'Salvadiir is the lesser God of Freedom, Justice and Renewal. He seeks liberation of slaves, protection for the people and freedom from oppression. He is good and compassionate in all things but his passion for life makes him quick to anger. As his cleric, it is my god-given task to care for those who cannot help themselves, treat them with dignity and give them something to hope for,' the cleric said solomnly, holding up the medallion that hung from a leather thong around his neck. It was a large opal with two winged lions around it.

 

'Ha! Ha ha ha ha ha!' the drunk started laughing. 'Did you just give me a sermon while in prison?'

 

Lucius took the chance of the man laughing his arse off to dart to the back of the cell and sit down. He rested his back to the stone and curled his knees up, closing his eyes and burying his face in his hands. He felt miserable. The cold spell had worn off but his eye was swollen shut and his chest had turned black where the chill touch spell had hit him. Still, he was better off than the warlock. Slowly, he started to breathe out his frustration until he was finally capable of meditating. He spent the next few hours meditating until their evening meals came. Lucius took one look at the stodge and his stomach churned in disgust. That sort of thing wasn't even suitable for animals! It had a noxious odor and a greyish tinge to it. It hardly mattered because the drunken human stole it off him and scoffed it down. Lucius couldn't care less. He just walked over to Veldoval to check on him again. He didn't want to care for the aasimar right now but the man was his responsibility. It wasn't as if there was another soul in the entire world that cared for Veldoval at the moment. Honestly, if Veldoval did wake up, the tiefling may very well explode at him with verbal harassment.

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As soon as Lucius gave the release command, Veldoval's whole body seemed to go limp and crumple in the heap that it was. Since his arms had been behind his back and the guards hadn't bothered fighting the spell to move them to the front, he was cuffed from the back. Still, his shoulder were able to lean forward. The aasimar was still conscious and heaved a breath as he was released but didn't seem to react to being slapped around afterwards. He was so out of it that he may as well have been unconscious.

 

He was quickly messed up, looking far worse than he was, before being released and dropped back to the ground, left there. Veldoval's eyes closed and he just laid on the ground trying to regain his strength and hopefully get his ears to stop ringing so damn loudly... The words, the fighting, whatever it was that was going on in the cell, Veldoval could only hear a blur of sound coming through the ringing. He really couldn't tell what was being said but the tone alone that came off Lucius's voice, the atmosphere charged and heavy, he could tell things weren't going well with his master... This was all his fault.. He jumped in to help someone who could more than have dealt with it by himself. If Veldoval hadn't stepped in, Lucius would have defused the situation...

 

Time past... Who knows how long but it probably wasn't more than an hour when Veldoval opened his eyes again and found his body able to move despite the serious pain shooting through him. He blinked and looked around, catching the sight of Lucius in the back corner, keeping to himself. The aasimar was in for at minimum a tongue lashing for what he'd done and shifted a bit to prepare himself for it. He tried to sit up but the pain was shooting through him and he had little strength... Not to mention no use of his hands with them cuffed behind him.

 

Thankfully he was let off easily and Lucius checked to see if Veldoval was alright before making sure he was fed, then just left him alone. The aasimar was a little healthier after the short rest but he was still really injured, still sore and feeling miserable inside after what he did, Veldoval forced himself to move, shifting and crawling to the wall, before propping himself up against it.

 

The drunk wandered over and flopped himself down onto the ground against the wall between Lucius and Veldoval. The two were plenty spacious so it was probably their fault that the drunk just flopped between them. He began to sing really loudly, turning to Lucius and singing towards him. The lyrics were crude and made up on the spot about sharing a cell with a "Devilspawn" like Lucius. He was off key and oh so loud that even the guards down the hall groaned in irritation.

 

As much as Veldoval would have loved to shut this drunk up, there was nothing he could do, and it wasn't like he wanted to make things even worse after all he'd done to fuck up recently. So, the aasimar just sat there... Suffering through it... Of course, as he was, the man who had been in the opposite corner as Lucius, finally started to move and began to advance on the smaller male next to him.

 

"Back off," Veldoval managed. His voice was tired and not in any way forceful. He'd done enough and didn't want to get snippy. So, he stayed as calm as he could, energy zapped from the day of walking then jumping around straight into fighting. "Please don't touch me," he added.

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'Sit up straight,' Lucius ordered. He didn't even care that he was using the slave mark against the man just now.

 

While smoke didn't billow from Lucius's nostrils and mouth, there was the definite smell of brimstone as he knelt in front of Veldoval. The tiefling was silent as he fed Veldoval the disgusting prison food. While he didn't want to feed the man and didn't feel he should be responsible for another person's life, the slave would not be able to feed himself with his hands bound behind his back. The tiefling didn't look the aasimar in the eye and gave of the air of one who did not want to be spoken to. His lips were pressed together and his movements were rigid. The slave ought to be grateful he was not getting yelled at but Lucius's smouldering anger would only build until Lucius either lashed out or hopefully found a more productive way to release his emotions.

 

Alas for both Lucius and Veldoval, the drunk in the cell made trying to meditate nigh impossible. By the second round of the song, Lucius was grinding his teeth and his body was starting to heat up. A few tendrils of smoke curled from his nostrils as he was punched in the shoulder and he walked off to get away from both Veldoval and the drunken human. The cell wasn't that big so it was easy for the drunk to follow him and start kicking him every time Lucius seemed to be distracted. As much as Lucius wanted to meditate, the drunk wanted to prevent it.

 

'Desist!' Lucius hissed. He took a deep breath and a thick puff of smoke blasted from his nostrils.

 

'Is tha' there demonsporn yer mast'r?' the other inmate spoke. He was bulkier than a human but a little taller and hairier. While he wasn't a hairy beast, he was more than hirsute. He didn't have the tell-tale skin colour of an orc either. He had to be a mixed breed of some sort. 'Ee seems prrdy pre-occ-pied.'

 

The mixedbreed crouched down in front of Veldoval and ran his tongue along his teeth. His breath smelled like week-old fish and his teeth were marked with chips, cracks and rot. He rested his hand on Veldoval's ankle then slid up his shin. After a quick glance over his shoulder, he squeezed the knee before moving up the slave's thigh.

 

'Ere, ere! We're all 'n the same ship. You 'n I are prrs'n mates. We should get te know each other bettr... if yer mast'r permits,' he said, nodding over to where Lucius was as tense as a wire about to snap.

 

Lucius looked over at Veldoval before his attention turned back to the drunk, who'd gripped his horn and was shaking the cleric about. He grabbed the man by the wrists and held him there, speaking in a low, threatening voice about hellfire and divine punishment. The tiefling's hands glowed orange-gold and his voice became demonic. Though he spoke quietly, it was as if hundreds of voices were whispering at once. The prison door rattled and the lamp lights flickered. The drunk, cowed for now, backed off and sat on his hands over the other side of the cell, watching Lucius with wide eyes.

 

'Oi! What's going on here!' shouted one of the guards.

 

'The devilkin used his demon magic on me!' the drunk shouted back.

 

Two guards came up with their hands on the hilts of their swords. One leaned up against the cell door and looked over at the tiefling, who was leaning against the stone wall at the back of the cell.

 

'What do you think you're playing at, using demon magic in here,' the lanky man snapped.

 

'I did nothing of the sort,' Lucius said in an even tone, not even opening his eyes. 'I used a little glamour to scare this drunken fool. I'd say that's better than starting a fight. Look on the bright side - at least he's not singing any more.'

 

'Very well but if you use magic again we'll clap you in suppression cuffs,' the guard said.

 

'I am here because my Veldoval here used magic without permission. I have committed no offense myself and am no danger to anyone,' Lucius replied. He shifted a little and moved his legs under him.

 

'Allowing an aasimar to use magic is an offense,' the guard said.

 

'I will not argue with you there. He and I will face the court should it come to it,' Lucius replied. He took a slow and steady breath before looking at the prison guards and smiling. 'I have no intention of causing you any trouble. I came here of my own free will.'

 

'Good,' the guard said, letting go of his weapon and turning back to walk to the guards' station. The other guard followed him.

 

It was certainly quieter after that and Lucius was able to lay his head back against the wall. He kept to his own thoughts, paying the other prisoners little heed now that the drunk was no longer harassing him.

 

'Veladdin?' the stubby inmate cooed. 'Valdoral? Vastion? Whate'r yer name is, 'old still.'

 

Two hands with thick knuckles ran up Veldoval's legs then grabbed him by the front of his cloak. The mixedbreed spread the cloak wide and took a few moments to admire that fine skin in the flickering lamplight. He took a a long moment studying the body, which was pristine other than the injuries from the altercation with the sun elves.

 

'My my. Yer master does look aft'r ye,' he commented. 'I bet 'e gets some sweet sats-is-fact'n out o' ye.'

 

The man pressed his thick knees into Veldoval's shins and rested his weight on them so he could focus on his hands. He ran his rugged hands up Veldoval's exposed body and leaned in to run his tongue up the man's neck. He let out a small moan then glanced at Lucius before turning back to moan a little louder in the slave's ear. He gripped one hand into the flesh between Veldoval's neck and his shoulder while the other hand reached down to his own pants.

 

'Ye don' 'ave te do anythink. Jus' sit there an' look prrdy,' the inmate breathed.

 

The stocky creature started to stroke himself off, silently at first but eventually he made a few grunts. He rocked his hips, causing his knees to dig into Veldoval's thighs even more. He looked hard into Veldoval's eyes, barely even blinking. He wanted Veldoval to look back. He wanted to keep eye contact the whole time he jerked himself off. The inmate glanced over his shoulder at Lucius but still the tiefling hadn't responded so he turned back to Veldoval with a grin.

 

'Looks like ye mast'r gives me prmiss'n,' he commented. The hand on Veldoval's shoulder moved down the slave's chest, fingers splayed wide, until he stopped at the top of the aasimar's borrowed pants. The man grinned and looked up at Veldoval before starting to slowly pluck at the ties. At first he just looked at the slave's member before running one finger from the patch of hair to the tip. He kept looking between Veldoval's face and his cock as if undecided which to watch. Slowly, he started to stroke them both at the same time. His breath became haggard and every now and then he gave a little grunt.

 

'Time te turn ye o'er,' the mixedbreed said in a heavy voice. 'Let's take a bo-peep at tha' juicy 'ole o' yers.'

 

'That's quite far enough,' came the burning, measured voice of Lucius. At some point he'd stood up and was now gripping the other prisoner by the shoulder.

 

'An' I oppose a red-skinned devil like yeself is goin' te stop me?' the man growled, obviously frustrated at being interrupted when he was already that far gone.

 

'Yes,' Lucius said evenly. 'His name is Veldoval and I don't think he's interested in you.'

 

'I don' give a fock wha' 'is name is an' wheth'r 'e likes it!' the man snapped. 'You can' use magic neither so wha' are ye goin' te do 'bout it?'

 

Without saying a word, Lucius's arm snapped out and he pressed his thumb into the man's forehead. The man's mouth gaped and he sank down to his knees. Lucius did not back off. He sank down with the man and was there to catch him when he pitched forward. Still without speaking, Lucius moved the man to the opposite side of the spell and lay him down in a comfortable position. Lucius sighed. Very slowly, he stood back up and walked over to the aasimar, completely ignoring the wide-eyed drunk. It was possible the man might cry out to the guards but for now he remained silent.

 

'You fool!' he snapped. 'Were you just going to sit there and let him rape you?!'