Zeikfried: *He was bored today. The meeting earlier with the other Quarter Knights had been a waste of time, and he was actually almost angry. He walked to his office and sat down, but couldn't consentrate on working... So he sat there thinking. /And where's Zed.../ He smiled at the thought of his lover but it didn't make him feel any better. /He's probably out somewhere... He'd better be alone. If he isn't loyal to me I'll.../ He stopped to stare at a map on the wall, then he suddenly smiled to himself. /Hmm... I know how to make sure if he's loyal.../ He left his office and went to look for the young demon swordsman*

Zed: *He was training by himself in the basement floor of the Photosphere. Since he had been placed under Zeik's direct command, he spent as much time as possible training like this. He couldn't let down his lover, although he knew that the placement had been made to protect him from Alhazad. He wanted to be of good use to Zeik, and not just in the bed. With that thought driving his pride, he hacked at the air with Doombringer, making a sharp /swish/ sound.*

Zeik: *After searching for a while, he found Zed practising in the basement /Good... this place is perfect... no one will come to disturb us.../ Quietly, he moved closer. From the shadows, he watched as Zed practised some sword technique, waiting for his chance...*

Zed: *After about three hours of hacking the sword around, he was a little tired. Wiping at the sweat on his forehead, he sheathed Doombringer to go for a drink of water. Totally unaware of Zeik hiding in the shadows, he walked to that direction, intending to pass the area where his lover was in order to get to the door.*

Zeik: *He watched as Zed put away the Doombringer and proceeded to leave /Now/ Suddenly he stepped out of his hiding place, behind Zed as the young demon passed by him. With one strong move, he dragged him to the shadows. He took Zed's scarf and blinded the swordsman with it* Don't try anything or I'll kill you... *he whispered, with a voice lower than his own. He drew the Doombringer out of its sheath and threw it across the room*

Zed: *He's not a demon warrior for nothing, but it seems that the sudden attacker was stronger than him, at least physically. He has a fighter's spirit, a reckless one, and he does not do as he is told. Struggling viciously, he elbowed the man (decided by the voice) and tried to get away, attempting to tear at his blindfold.*

Zeik: *He tightened his grip, making it very hard to move for Zed* I said don't try... *his voice sounded very evil now* I have... some use for you... *He took Zed's belt and tied the younger demon's hands with it*

Zed: Who are you!? Let go!! *He raised his voice angrily, trying futilely again to pull away. It was really hard to do so with his hands tied behind his back. He ended up being held tight against the other's chest, which was broader than his own.*

Zeik: *He slapped the swordsman, not too hard but hard enough to make him stop struggling for a while. Calmly, he started to undress the young demon* You will do as I say...

Zed: *He automatically shrank away as he was struck, the memory of Alhazad's abuse returning. Rigid in the attacker's hold, he squirmed hesitantly as he was stripped. He had a very good idea of what was going on.* Stop this... *He whispered shakily, still trying to be as brave as possible.*

Zeik: Why? Why should I stop this? *he whispered in an evil voice, removing the last pieces of Zed's clothing.* Hmm, nice.... Very nice indeed... *he smiled to himself as he watched his lover. He ran his hands down the young demons body, enjoying the touch of the soft skin*

Zed: *He shivered, clearly in repulsion. He still can't stand being touched by anyone but Zeik. This almost made him faint in the mind, but he bit his lower lip and squirmed to the side, trying to get as far away from the hand as possible. It was useless, and he let out a small whimper when the palm ran over his nipple.*

Zeik: *He grinned evilly, stopping his hands on Zed's chest. Slowly, he started kissing the young demon's neck, his hands caressing the bare skin* Hmm, feels nice doesn't it...

Zed: ...It doesn't! *He hissed desperately, feeling the tingling sensation upon his neck as he was kissed. He knew from his experience with Alhazad that he was capable of deriving pleasure even from pain. Since the stranger was not really hurting him physically (though he was uncomfortable tied up and blindfolded), he dreaded his own reaction.*

Zeik: Hmm hmm, don't say thing like that, I know you like this... *He kept kissing Zed's neck, then lifted the swordsman's face and kissed him forcibly on the lips, still caressing the younger demon's smooth skin*

Zed: *He was tempted to bite down, but he didn't dare. He was afraid, starting to shake now. Alhazad had never kissed him; only Zeik had. It made blood drain out of his face, pale complexion turning even more so from the shock. When their lips were parted, he let out a small sob and began to weep.*

Zeik: Stop that... I know you like this, you little... *He kissed Zed again, more violently this time. He slowly ran his right hand lower on the young demon swordman's body, placing his hand between Zed's legs...*

Zed: *He cringed and began to struggle like a prey about to be devoured, futilely yet with much effort. Tears soaked into the blindfold, his thin chest heaving as he sobbed into the coaxed kiss. He was extremely aware of the hand upon his crotch. ...He wanted to kill himself, anything to avoid further touch.*

Zeik: *He began to stroke softly, grinning to himself as he felt he young demon's body responding to his touch* My my... someone is in the mood today, eh....?

Zed: ...Stop...... *He choked out, his breathing growing ragged from the stimulation. Color rose back to his cheeks, the sign of definite reaction. He wished that the other would hurt him; he didn't have that high of pain tolerance, but at least he was used to being abused like that. This fondling, he reserved only for Zeik. It was the loyalty he owed to his lover.* Zeik... *He whispered the name in a sob, more wetness seeping through the close over his eyes.*

Zeik: ...? *He stopped for a while as he heard his lover calling his name /Hmm... at least... he... still misses me.../ He continued kissing and fondling the young demon, but was starting to feel a bit guilty...*

Zed: *He tried to bite down on his lower lip to stifle the moans, but the successive kisses kept plying his mouth open. Small huffs and mews escaped his slender throat, much to his shame. His member in the man's hand was steadily hardening, becoming fully erect with the gentle fingers tracing over its length. Arching in the hold, he began to tremble from a mixture of fear, shame and arousal.*

Zeik: *He smiled a bit as he felt how hard Zed was now. He continued to stroke gently, and kissed the young demon to the lips, this time passionately, as he always did...*

Zed: *He shied away, his head retreating as far as possible to escape the kiss which sickeningly reminded him of Zeik's. This was as wrong as anything could get. How could his body mistake this rapist for Zeik? The moment he melted to the stimulation to his already-wetted member, he was pulled back to the same kiss. Although he fled from the invading tongue, it captured his easily and entangled hotly against it. Breathless and driven to the edge, he could only weep in lament to Zeik as he came. His lithe body shivered within the iron hold, his hips grinding against the man's hand and drenching it thoroughly.*

Zeik: Heh, you're easy... *He enjoyed doing this, though still feeling a bit guilty* Hmpth, what would your lover say if he'd know... *He drew to young demon closer for another passionate kiss*

Zed: *He slackened in the other's hold, apparently having lost the will to even react. He sobbed softly, his eyes closed behind the blindfold and the limbs powerless. Being held up solely by the arm around his small waist, he let himself be kissed. Every time their lips parted, he whimpered a little and called for Zeikfried. It was more like a plea for help or a mindless ramble, constantly whispered except for when broken by the covering lips.*

Zeik: Still calling your lover, eh? Do you think he would be pleased to hear about this... *he covered the swordsman's lips with his own again, gently caressing the young demon's body with his free hand*

Zed: *He was like a ragdoll, except his shallow breathing and small moans as his body was caressed. His nerves were picking up the stimulation precisely, but his mind seemed to be elsewhere. He mewed softly as he hardened once again, his figure draped against the man's hold. And in a very faint, yet comprehensible whisper, he spoke what crossed his dimming mind.* ......Kill me...

Zeik: ...what? Kill you? No... /Damn... I've taken this too far.../ *He lifted the young demon up, holding him tightly against himself* I... won't kill you... I could never kill you... Zed... *he whispered in a gentle voice. He covered the lithe body with his cloak and tenderly carried him away from the basement, all the way to his personal quarters, to his bedroom, where he placed the swordsman on the bed* Zed... *he whispered softly as he removed the scarf*

Zed: *His catty eyes were unfocused, open and blinking but otherwise "dead". He lay on the sheets naked, making no attempt to cover himself up as he usually did when first bared under Zeik's eyes. The lithe legs were loosely apart, the erect member giving off thin precum.* .........Zeik... *A small whisper once again, his mind not recognizing the other man.*

Zeik: *He smiled slightly, his eyes admiring the beautiful demon* Zed... *He started taking off his clothes. When he was finished, he lay down in the bed next to Zed and touched the swordsman's face softly* I'm here Zed... I'm right here...

Zed: *He flinched at the hands touching him, afraid yet submerged in the bliss of it all. Light slowly returned to his teary eyes, two beautiful irises widening upon finding Zeik. The first reaction was the delicate face being turned to the side.* ...Zeik..... I... I... *He whimpered, mistaking a few things. His memory was warped from the moment he'd let go of his mind in the basement.* ...I... I... /He/... *He babbled weakly, beginning to weep harder.*

Zeik: ...everything's all right now, Zed... You don't have to worry about anything... *He leaned closer, gently pressing his lips agaist the young demon's. Tenderly, he wrapped his arms around his lover, drawing him closer*

Zed: I... I can't... I... I... *He swallowed, shying away from Zed with weak body.* /He/ t-touched me... and I... I... *He looked down at his wet lower body and broke down, hiding his face with both hands.* I'm sorry......

Zeik: *He gently pulled Zed's hands away and lifted his face* Zed, look at me... No one touched you... It... *He paused, no sure how Zed would react to what he was about to say* It wasn't just anyone... it was me... I'm sorry I ever doubted your loyalty to me...

Zed: *He eyed Zeik, nervously at first, then growing pale* ...It... was you...? *He stopped crying, looking totally at loss.*

Zeik: Yes... I am sorry... I was in doubt, and that made me do such a thing... I promise I'd never let anyone hurt you like that. That's because... you're mine... *He touched Zed's face softly, then leaned closer and kissed the young demon gently*

Zed: ...You... *Anger crossed his face, but only briefly.* ...I didn't know that it was y-you. Aren't you a-angry that I... reacted? *He received the kiss nervously, pliant but stiff.*

Zeik: ...no. How could I be... *He smiled and kissed the young demon again* You didn't know... but after all... How could you not react... when it is me touching you... *He drew Zed closer and started kissing his neck, gently caressing the swordsman's pale skin again*

Zed: *He let out a warm breath of relief, now free to react with all his heart. His hands, wrists bruised by the belt which had bound them, snaked around Zeik's back and held there weakly.* Zeik...

Zeik: You don't have to say anything... Just relax... *Smiling, he continued kissing the soft skin. He moved a little lower, and gently started kissing one nipple, his hand playing on the other*

Zed: Ah... *He arched off the sheets, the nubs upon his chest puckering further. They became hard fruits, almost too sensitive to the gentle tongue and fingers. The arousal in upper body corresponded directly with his member, and it spilled more white tears.*

Zeik: *He continued kissing the nub, sliding his hand lower and slowly started to stroke the hardened lenght*

Zed: *He cried out softly, immediately beginning to pump against the warm palm. He was so close to climaxing, liquid wetting Zeik's hand making it evident. Clutching the older demon's back, he grew more and more tense until he released with a shudder.*

Zeik: Good... feeling better now? *He smiled to the young demon, then kissed him to the lips passionately. After they parted, he gently touched his lover's face, smiling* Hope you aren't angry anymore, my sweet Zed...

Zed: *He watched a thin thread of shiny liquid stretch and break between their lips. His cheeks were flushed from the releases, eyes dreamy and still moist.* ...No... not really angry. *Kiss-reddened lips curled a little as he leaned into the hand on his cheek.*

Zeik: ...that's good... *He drew the young demon closer for another passionate kiss*

Zed: *He closed his eyes and melted into the sheets, only feeling the exquisite kisses. He was exhausted, both from the panic earlier and the gentle fondling afterwards. Between the pecks, he whispered like a child he was.* ...Can I sleep...?

Zeik: Of course you can... *He drew the young demon close to himself and wrapped the sheet around them* Sleep now, my precious one...

Zed: *He nuzzled against Zeik, probably still a little jumpy from the "assault". Making small sound of content in his throat, he slackened and fell into a sound sleep.*