Consuming Darkness

9- Trapped

He lie on the bed, face pale and frozen from his recent encounter with battle. After defeating the newly raised leader, Mian, Tors was overrun with the Firos, managing to escape due to the reinforcements.
Now here he lay, unconscious and still, trapped in a coma.
I felt a strange whir of guilt and sadness in my mind that caused a lump to block any speech.
Unlike Lance, who had a dull tinge to his black hair, Tors had a jet black sheen that brought a certain power to his appearance.
Sighing, I stood - only to find another person watching me from the doorway.
It was another of those male angel beings, his wings alight behind him. Hair dyed caramel and eyes stained green, he looked like he would be happy- if it wasn't for the guilty expression that washed his face.
The male was seemed surprised to see anyone in this room, let alone the infamous "StanceMaster."
A bow quickly brought him to his knees, creating a shock to go up my body.
Was I a god or something now?
"StanceMaster, I'm sorry, I didn't realise you were in here forgive me," His voice was sweet yet masculine and held a special silk that aroused my heart.
"It's okay, please stand up. I'm no one special."
Hesitant, yet fearful of speaking out of term, the man stood, his eyes locking with mine instantly.
"Please, call me Fae. What's your name?"
A spark twinkled in his eyes. "Xeos."

They had such weird names here.
"I'm Tors' friend and also the leader of winged arms combat. It's a pleasure to meet you." He added quickly.
A smile softened his face as he made his way over to the bed, giving way to the door reopening.

Lance.

A quick scan of the room changed his cold, calculating stare to a warm and likeable smile.
"Ah, Fae, I needed to speak with you."
It was weird, all this tension in the air. Xeos refused to look at Lance, his eyes stuck to Tors.
Silently, I nodded, trailing the man out the door.
I was led to a room I had never seen before, that inside held shining tile floors and rustic brown walls.
Lounges were circled around a table in the centre of the room, and a bed was further up.

"Your bedroom?" I asked uncertainly.
"Yeah, I wanted to discuss something with you... If you don't mind of course."
His eyes were almost pleading as he watched me.
"Alright."

I sat, uncomfortable with the large ceiling seeming to create an uneeded amount of space.
The warmth from his body could be felt as he sat close to me.

What would this be about?

"So, uh, I'll be direct here. I am attracted to you in a way I have never been attracted to anyone, and I wanted to tell you this so that you might be able to see me in that way."
A flurry of words made colour rise to my face, and this tight body suit suddenly felt too restrictive, too tight.
"I-"
"Please don't turn it down straight away, I just need to-"
Pressure. On my wrist.

Lance had iron grip on my hand, pulling me to him.
His eyes were wild, I couldn't possibly comprehend what emotions were stirred in that blue pool, as I was pulled onto his lap.
"What are you-?!"
"Your powers won't work this time Fae." My name was dragged out and shivers rattled my body.
Then his hands were on my back, hastily attempting to undo my suit, and reveal my naked self.

A scream.

He had found the zip, began to pull it off, and I felt panic give way to another scream.
He was latched on, I could do nothing.
Tears welled in my eyes as I watched his. So full of lust, so full of evil.
"Please, plea-"
As the suit slid easily from my body, I was silenced with a kiss.