Blinded by my past

Prologue

Ace fidgeted in his seat slightly, his hands rested on the metal table in front of him. His wrists starting to ache at the cuffs wrapped around them a little too tightly and bound to the table, and he winced as he tried to shift again to find a better spot on the metal seat he knew they were making him wait on. He knew they were making him wait in the uncomfortable room that was a little too cold, so when they came back he would be easier to work with. He risked a glance up at the mirror across from him and stuck his tongue out at it before looking back down. He knew he was being watched, they were waiting for him to break, to call out and ask for water. But Ace was stubborn and he would rather starve here then ask for something from them.

When the door opened he flinched and swore under his breath, feeling silly for flinching - but it was hard not to. He was barefoot, in ratty jeans a small thin shirt and large purple jacket that practically swallowed him. He knew he looked like shit, he was underweight and shaking slightly at any chill that washed over him, his eyes were sunken, the green and blue colors were dull as he stared at the table.

Ace didn't risk a glance up at the other person, feeling his lips pull into a sneer although he had been told it looks more like a pout on his round face and dark skin covered in freckles. The other person carefully pulled the chair out on the other side and slowly sat down. Ace risked glancing up once again through his eyelashes, his damp brown hair making it harder to see. The man was tall and pale, his dark eyes not looking at him but instead looking at folders in his hands. He had dark hair that was starting to gray at the base and made its way up, like an angry batch of poison ivy that showed how old the man was, and Ace could see stress lines on his face.

"Well. We've been trying to catch you for a long time." The man said finally after a long moment of silence, Ace suspecting it was to try and make ace fidget under his glare. "Are you thirsty?" the man asked with a slight tilt of his head and ace frowned and tried to lean back in the chair but the cuffs at the table made it almost impossible.

"No." Ace said softly even though he had been running for hours and he might collapse from exhaustion. He didn't want to show any more weakness then his small body alright did at a glance. He hated this. Hated being weak and having others take advantage of him. He tried to rub his feet together to try and warm them up. The man raised a simple eyebrow but did not question his fidgeting.

"We could take you away for a long while." the man continued as he flipped through the small folder that sat across from him "stole a lot of money under the noses of us, pick pocketed, attempted murder." Ace winced at that, closing his eyes in hopes to block out the memories that threatened to flood over him. That was only the tip of the iceberg, but Ace stayed silent. "Or i have another option." that made Ace finally look up.

Ace would never admit it out loud but...he was tired. He was tired of running and picking pockets just to get food. He was tired of stealing things for people to smack him down and tell him to try harder he was tired of being abused, hit and eating from the garbage can. If this man was giving him another option...he was willing to listen.

"Option?" Ace managed to get out, he thought that once they dragged him away he would be thrown in prison forever or sentenced to death. So the fact that he was given an options got his hopes up.

"How long has it been since you've been in a doms care?"

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Bou had bee in the army for far too long. That was the first thing Ace learned about the man he was practically being sold to. No, not sold. The man wasn't buying him and in fact didn't even want him.But the man who later introduced himself as Phil, told him that Bou was driving himself insane and needed a sub.

Reminder; Bou didn't want a goddamn sub

But Ace really wasn't too keen on the idea of being thrown into a jail so he had agreed and almost took it back at the relief that washed over Phil's face. He had then uncuffed ace and let the younger man rub at his red and sore wrists while he flipped to a different paper in the folder he had brought along.

"How did you know i'd agree?" Ace snapped but with how tired he was it came out weak and almost scared. Phil had just made a noise in the back of his throat before looking up to meet aces eyes.

"Because you're smart." Phil replied simply "clever."

"And this is the clever choice?" Ace had asked weakly and the man had only smiled before starting to inform him of the man that was now going to be his dom. Bou was 29 and turning 30 in a few months. He had served in the army for 10 years before his eardrums got blown out on a mission. Bou had hidden that he was half deaf for another 2 years before his injuries were discovered and he was 'honorably discharged'

"He had been back for 2 months when we contacted him." Phil explained as he let the young man skim over all the paperwork in front of him, "he is...good at what he does and we asked him to work with us. He declined."

"So what has this gotta do with me." Ace mumbled as he brought his hand up to nibble at the skin around his nail, a habit his last dom used to threaten to break his fingers over - a habit ace learned to do when he felt like he was truly alone.

"We need him." The man simply said "But we believe he is unstable. There have been studies that show veterans with his symptoms improve much better with a sub along his side. So we are sending him a sub." Ace snorted - he wasn't exactly the ideal sub.

Stubborn

Annoying

Ugly

"So i waltz into his home, let him fuck me and then hes good to go?" Ace rolled his eyes and Phil gave him a tight smile

"If you think all a dom needs is sex i suggest you do your research." He stood and Aces eyes followed him "i will be back within the hour and we shall go." Then the man gathered the papers and left.

And for the first time in 6 months Ace let himself cry.