Caged

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Zwei's screams echoed throughout the mansion, his salty tears dampening the cloth that covered his eyes.

As they finally finished, Zwei had both pieces of fabric taken off, and he was untied. His tears blurred his vision looking around, noticing Sullivan's familiar silhouette. The boy made out a hand reaching toward him, taking the offer. Feeling the undeniable silk gloves, he hurriedly threw himself into Sullivan's arms sobbing into the man's chest. Sullivan picked the younger male up and headed for the door. "You are free to take your leave until no more than ten minutes. If a knight or anyone else spots you after your time limit, your head will be a wall decoration.." Sullivan warned the people, leaving the room.

Zwei was placed on the bed, Sullivan kissing all over his face to soothe him. Zwei sniffed, wiping his tears and looking down at his thigh, an angry red burn beginning to flare up. Sullivan slightly smiled, kneeling down between Zwei's legs "How could you be so mean to me, Zwei? After all I have done for you?" (💀) Sullivan questioned, his voice becoming quieter as he placed his hand on Zwei's waist, moving his thumb in a circular motion. Zwei looked down, unable to look the man in the eye. "I did not kiss him.. I swear!" Zwei explained. Sullivan's smile became a dark blank glare. "But you were about to... Even then, you didn't try to stop him," Zwei tried to think of an excuse of why he couldn't have moved away, but gave up and his head hung low. "I am sorry.. I really am..." Zwei mumbled, "Might there be any way I can make it up to you?.." he asked, looking up with tears forming in his eyes. His nose and cheeks had turned a shade of pink from crying so much in one day. "I suppose..." Sullivan mumbled.

Why did he care so much?

Why?

'Why' was the only thing Zwei wondered as half of his naked body stayed hidden loosely under the cotton sheets. Zwei looked as if he were a chew toy for a wolf, bite marks and hickeys from his neck, all the way down to his legs. Anywhere they could be placed, really. In all honesty, Zwei loved Sullivan, he did, but he also wanted to never see the man again. So both feelings completely conflicted each other.

He wanted to just hide and be buried alive, but he still wanted to snuggle up into his husband's body heat and just sleep forever, either way, he'd become unconscious.

Why must love be so damn difficult?

His legs hurt. Not just from the branding about two hours ago, but how rough Sullivan was. He never thought the man could be so aggressive for his brother attempting to kiss him. Zwei closed his eyes, sighing and drifting into his dream world.

His slumber didn't last long as he was awoken by someone grabbing his hand. He flinched but didn't move after that, nor open his eyes or do anything that could notify the other person that he was awake. "You flinch every time I touch you, it is awfully annoying to see, yet I simply adore when you obey me sometimes. Now that you are branded, it's clear you're mine... That snake can't take you from me now," Sullivan smiled, sitting up and gazing at Zwei's face, his eyes traveling down to the boy's bare chest and back up to his lips. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Damnit, Zwei Lloyd, what have you done to me? I hate you so much, but I love to see you so content to stay with me..." Sullivan groaned. "I want to eat your heart out and break you in half... but something inside me wants to keep you safe from the world.." Sullivan's eyes darkened and his smile formed into a grin as he leaned near Zwei's ear, his warm breath sending shivers down the smaller male's spine. "Would it not it be quite hilarious if you were awake the entire time I have been saying such words?" The man chuckled. Sullivan pulled his face away from Zwei and his neutral blank stare returned, turning around and laying back down. He stared at the wall as he slowly drifted back to sleep.

However, Zwei couldn't close his eyes at all, wondering if Sullivan knew he was awake the whole time, and in all honesty, he believed the man did.

What would be the consequence for eavesdropping?

Would it be terrible?

What would he reply with if Sullivan confronted him?

Stand there and look stupid?

Wait to get slapped?

Punched?

Kicked?!

What did Sullivan mean by all the touching-yet-terrifying words he said?

Does Sullivan really want to kill him?

Or does he really want to protect him?

'Damn it, Sullivan! Do you love me or not?!?'