Torn

Chapter Thirty: His Little Beauty.

"They're leaving, and then you'll have nothing to worry about anymore. What was done wasn't out of love. You know that." Garth climbed back up on the bed. He took a tight hold on Ashton's chin and held it tightly, "I want you. Not that damn monster. I wished to show my authority. Nothing more. Do you understand that?"

Ashton tensed. He leaned back nervously. The blue haired male pulled the sheet up against his chest before shutting his eyes tightly. The younger male attempted to pull back from the larger male, "My Lord, you got what you wanted from him. Now please, just let him be. Why can't we live in peace? Why must it all be a battle?" Ashton gave a stubborn shake of his head, "The Prince didn't want to hurt you or anyone, and look at what you have done to him. Let him live out his life without pain." Ashton was always willing to take the abuse that Garth had to offer. If it meant someone else was out of harms way, then that's all that mattered.

The raven haired male cocked his head. He gently stroked Ashton's head. His eyes glowed vibrantly as he took the smaller male by the hair and yanked him close, "I want him dead, but with the King wrapped around his finger, that's not going to happen now, is it?" Garth took a deep breath before shaking his head, "Why must you pout? We were having such a wonderful time before Victor knocked. Are you not?" Garth took hold of Ashton's hands. He shoved them above his head and held them tightly. The larger male pushed between his legs; lightly cocking his head. Garth kept Ashton under lock and key. The young healer belonged to him, and no one else, "Why must you fight me, Ashton? It feels better when you relax with me. You know that." Garth trailed kisses down his neck. He held him firmly in place, "Let's continue our play, hmm?"

Ashton gasped as he was held back against the bed. The younger male's back arched as he let out a soft moan, "A-ahh, you have done some of the worst things possible to him and I haven't heard him wish you dead once. Peace is possible, Lord Garth. You choose not to look for it." Before Victor had knocked, the two were enjoying one another. Ashton saw a side of Garth that no one else had. The healer had opened up a different side, a much calmer one. "O-of course we were, my lord, but must you ram so hard? It hurts. I'm tired. I want to rest. I don't want you to touch me. You hurt that Prince. He didn't deserve that." Ashton had bruises peppering his wrists, shoulders, and hips. Garth had never been a tender lover. The healer knew this of course, but wishing never hurt anyone. The male wiggled lightly beneath the Lord.

The raven haired male tensed. Garth shook his head before rolling his eyes. He pressed himself between the smaller male's legs and inserted his thick member inside him. The larger male groaned. His breath hitched as he began to roll his hips into Ashton. He panted heavily, "Mmm, must we talk about this now? Just focus on me." His eyes flashed with color. He grabbed ahold of his lover's cheeks and held him tightly, "I ram it because I enjoy the noise. Let the other's hear you. You belong to me."

"A-ahh! Nff, my Lord-" Ashton panted heavily. His eyes swelled with tears as his lower back arched. The blue haired male closed his eyes. He tried to fight himself, but he couldn't control how his body felt. Ashton knew that the Lord was very jealous of the healer being around anyone that tried to play the game, but of course, the soldiers and staff all knew the rule. It had been made clear to everyone the day Ashton had arrived in Garth's home. His cheeks flushed as he wiggled under him. He let out a soft moan as he felt himself wrap around the Lord's shaft. Ashton had already been on edge before Victor had interrupted. As his hands were released, Ashton quickly wrapped his arms around Garth's shoulders. The dark haired male panted heavily, "Garth, please, a-ah!"

Garth let out a low growl. He breathed heavily before taking hold of Ashton's cheeks, "Look at me, love. Take it all in. Don't you enjoy this?" As he spoke, the male pushed his member deeply into him. Garth's forehead had began to bead with sweat. His eyes glowed brightly as he leaned down and kissed him passionately. Their tongues intertwined as Garth gave a final push of his member; finishing inside the smaller male.

Ashton was not far behind. A warmth had began building back up between his legs. His dark locks fell over his vibrant blue eyes. As he reached peak, the healer looked Garth in the eyes. His breath hitched as he released. His legs wrapped tightly around the larger male. Soon, they both went limp.

After a few minutes, Garth lifted himself off the small male. He rolled on his side and pulled Ashton close. He trailed his hand up and down the frail male's naked hip, "You're the only thing that keeps me from destroying myself with this miserable place. It seems like you're my little piece of the heavens. My sweet treat that will never betray me. You're mine, Ashton."

Ashton rested next to Garth as he spoke. His body spent and truly quite wore. They had been going for some time before, and he had been ready to rest for some time. As Garth gripped his hip and pulled, Ashton tensed lightly. His breathing became softer as he curled up against the Lord, "Then why must you beat me down with the ones you hate?" Ashton closed his eyes, "You hurt someone who was completely innocent. Cyrus was a child when his parents were murdered by your hand. What harm has he done? Why have I done?"

Garth tensed. He looked over the healer. The male noticed that he had done a good bit of bruising to him. His cheeks darkened, but it seemed more from embarrassment. A odd shade for anyone but Ashton to see. He brushed his hair back before letting out a deep laugh, "His kind helped kill my family, so I returned the favor, and what have you done?" Garth rubbed his bruised hips gently, "Enchanted the beast that boils in my blood. Even if I bruise you, who said a few love bites ever hurt anyone?"