Master of Slaves

Author’s notes: Hey Guys! Sorry it took so long to update this chapter! Between my fangirl ADD and the production design I’ve been slaving over for this next film project (I made a projectile blood splatter device with CO2!) I’ve been super swamped (not to mention actually in a swamp)! I just discovered this website aarinfantasy.com and I’ve been trying to download yaoi games onto my computer, but I have a mac so i’ve had the run around sorting through different decoding programs and .iso, .cue, .ecm, .bin, .img files for days! If you have PC you should definitely check it out!

Master of Slaves
By: Baby Chiba

Chapter 4: Day One


The lion awoke with a cumbersome sensation attached to his limbs. The daylight that shone through the windows seemed unnaturally bright, and his heavy lids slid closed to it. He groaned and stretched languidly.

Upon feeling the neck restraint yank him back onto the bed, his eyes shot open.

He groaned though it sounded much more like a muffled growl. Pushing his palms into his eyes his sleep-ridden memory became clear.

He expected to be greeted with the sight of the man that claimed to be his master.

But he wasn’t.

And for that he was thankful.

He felt a familiar bitterness gnawing in his chest. Though his pride willed him to hide it, a sinking feeling of dread gnawed just as fiercely. Bile quickly build up in the back of his throat, he wasn’t sure if it was residual chemicals or his own anxiety.

He swallowed thickly.

Never in his life, even with his unfortunate lot, had he ever been at the mercy of someone else. He never would have allowed that.

But now he was completely at this man’s mercy.

Everything seemed surreal. It was only days ago that he was roaming free and now he was chained and stored like some marionette waiting to perform for its master’s fickle whims. Whatever whim it may be…

He willed his thoughts away. He didn’t want to think about what lay in store for him or just how fickle and deranged his captor was. He needed to remain composed.

He craned his neck to the left, trying to work a kink out of it.

He stretched his arms out tentatively, and then his legs. At least his ability to move had returned to normal. This reassured him somewhat.

His slit eyes trailed slowly over the ceiling of what could only be a bedroom… a very lavish bedroom. He observed his surroundings in detail for the first time since his arrival to this monstrously decadent prison. He briefly wondered if all nobles that exploit and conquer other humans kept them in the same luxury.

He examined the sheer canopy that hung over the enormous four-poster bed, the bed that dwarfed him with its size. He wondered if this was Seifer’s bed, and if Seifer had slept here. Looking to his left at the unwrinkled sheets was answer enough.

The décor was simple, a bookcase, a few chairs and tables, but all of it was intricately designed and heavily detailed. But what drew Squall’s eyes in were the huge French double doors that opened up to an equally large and lavish terrace. The room must have been on the second or third story because the view Squall got from his position on the bed was extraordinary. The manor must have resided in the center of town. The view overlooked the marketplace and neighboring manors towering upon the rolling hills in all their glory. Squall could even catch a glimpse of the ports from whence he came, and the sea.

His jaw tightened at the sight of the port. His hands reflexively went up to his neck bondage. His nimble fingers threaded around the steel collar, they yanked and pulled at it, searching for some mechanism to unhinge it. He threw his hands onto the bed with a distressed grunt when they failed to find any. He vowed that would get out of this place, even if it meant decapitating himself to get out of this neck restraint. But he would know freedom once again…

His eyes fell to the nightstand on his right, more specifically, to the glass of water sitting there. He licked his dry lips. He was incredibly thirsty. He snatched the glass and gulped it down, sitting up as far as he could to not choke on the liquid. It was after he had swallowed all of it that a stark realization hit hard.

What if Seifer had drugged the water in order to make him docile?!

How could he have fallen for such a trap?!

He trembled.

He lay in wait for the effects of whatever drug now coursing through his body to claim him. He had never felt so vulnerable, so helpless…so full of rage.

He waited.

And waited…

Anticipating his limbs to grow heavy and his heart to steady, but it never came. At least not before Seifer entered.

Sadistic bastard… came to watch him slip into a comatose state.

He ground his teeth and glared with cold hatred wavering in his eyes. He yanked at the steel links restraining him as a reminder to Seifer of his contempt for his situation.

Seifer seemed completely unfazed. The small grin and the merriment with which Seifer boldly strode in with only infuriated Squall. Smiling jade eyes roamed over Squall’s body, darkening ever so slightly, and stopped on a scowling face.

Seifer chuckled.

The very thought of Squall was enough to brighten his mood.
The sight of him made his blood pulse faster and race to nether regions.

“ I hope you slept well, seeing as you’ve claimed my bed as your own all night. I had to sleep in one of the guest chambers.” Seifer said eyes smiling and locked with Squall’s.

Squall’s glare only intensified before he twisted his face away from his leering master. He could find no words that would do justice to how he felt internally.

Seifer followed his gaze and noticed the empty glass of water with satisfaction.

“ I see you drank the water I put out for you. Would you like some more?” Seifer asked sincerely.

At this Squall’s façade changed drastically, if only for a brief moment. But Seifer caught it. The scowling face fell completely and trepidation tamed those stormy blue eyes before his mask of anger slipped easily back into place. It was brief, but enough to alarm Seifer that something was amiss in the lion’s mind.

Then when Squall forcefully swung his arm and launched the empty glass across the room towards Seifer, his suspicions were sealed.

The blonde glanced down at the shattered pieces of crystal at his feet, then up at his defiant slave, a frown furrowing his brows.

“ You didn’t think I’d poison you did you?” The blonde inquired lowly to keep his voice from betraying the offense he felt at the accusation.

His response was a glare that promised to kill.

He was no monster. He didn’t make a habit of drugging or harming vulnerable slaves. However, Squall wouldn’t know that, how could he? Especially after last night he certainly would not trust Seifer. And the thought somewhat quelled his anger towards the boy, but amplified his personal shame.

He had to earn his slave’s trust, his respect…

As the two faced off, eyes locked steadfast upon the other, Seifer knew he had his work cut out for him.

And it brought a hint of a smirk to his pale lips.

The blonde advanced, slowly.

“ You must be starving. How about some breakfast? What would you like?” Seifer all but purred.

The glass shards crunched under his boots and he got closer.

“ Let me go!” Squall rasped out through clenched teeth, arching slightly against his neck restraint.

And Seifer advanced closer.

“ Eggs benedict?” His voice calm and collected.

Squall felt his heart lodge in his throat.

“ Give me my clothing!” He hissed, venom on his tongue.

“ Fruit it is then?” Seifer clapped triumphantly.

Squall furrowed his brows in contempt. Seifer merely smirked. He looked down at his slave’s pale exposed thigh, and his gloved hand snuck a ghost of a touch. Squall’s body went rigid before he regained his sense with animal-like fury and kicked out at Seifer.

The kick was sloppy and ill aimed, and easy for Seifer to catch. Squall’s pale powerful legs were found in a death grip by gloved fingers. The fingers furled tightly and intentionally lodged themselves between the cords of hard muscle in Squall’s calves.

He bound man hissed and arched unceremoniously against his chains, immobilized as the fingers pressed into pressure points.

Seifer held the legs apart and leaned in closer to his slave’s twisted face.

“ Clothing is a privilege. One you are far from earning.” He paused, his eyes dropping down to what lay between Squall’s splayed thighs, “ but even if you did, I’d forbid you from wearing them anyway.” Jade eyes danced with lust as they darted up and locked with steel blue.

Amidst inhaling sharply at the increasing pressure on his calves, Squall found himself mesmerized by the intensity that danced within Jade eyes.

An intensity that made him gulp unconsciously and unable to think straight.

The blonde abruptly let go and backed away without another word and left the room.

Squall was left dazed. The pace changed so quickly it left his head spinning.

The tones with which Seifer bounced between were worlds apart. One moment he spoke with calm aristocratic arrogance, and the other brimming with resolute dominance.

That dominant tone made the skin where the gloved hand had grabbed burn.

And this is what made Squall’s hairs stand on edge.

His skin was burning.

It burned from the touch of a gloved hand.

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Moments later the blonde reentered with a platter of assorted fruits in his hands and a timid servant girl on his heels, broom in hand.

Squall recognized her as the servant girl he had his encounter with in the corridor. She seemed fixated with Seifer and remained oblivious to Squall’s presence until she followed Seifer’s line of vision, which led back to him. She gasped audibly and snapped her head away, her raven hair hiding her blushing face.

“ He’s a looker huh?” Seifer chuckled his eyes never leaving Squall as he worked his gloves off his hands.

The servant girl, or Rinoa, dared quick glances through her fallen locks at Squall, but as soon as she met steel blue eyes, turned away and focused on sweeping the broken glass on the floor.

Seifer set the tray down on the nightstand and with a speed that was uncanny and unique only to the most skilled trainers, pinned Squall’s wrists above his head, sensing the brunette’s impending move. He heard the familiar clatter of metal against metal and then felt it enclose around his wrists. It was too late when he realized that his hands were being handcuffed and chained to the bedpost. He thrashed against them defiantly.

“ Are you going to behave or do I have to restraint your legs too?” Seifer asked teasingly.

The response was the most natural to Squall, a penetratingly cold glare.

Seifer responded by straddling Squall’s torso, pinning his slave’s legs beneath his weight. Squall ground his teeth at the mixture of uncomfortable sensations the body on top of his evoked. He vividly felt Seifer’s weight pressing against his manhood. The unforgiving course material of his pants rubbed against his sensitive flesh, causing Squall to grind his teeth. But what caused the greatest reaction was that the material was pulled tight against Seifer’s own member and Squall felt every hot inch of it as it pressed against his own.

He shivered despite himself, feeling immediately betrayed by his body.

The heat between their bodies had Squall biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. Seifer chuckled and that was enough to bring out the defiant nature in his slave once more as he managed to tame the other animalistic instincts surfacing.

His eyes caught a glance at the servant girl as she paused in her sweeping. Her black eyes hid any indication of what she was feeling. It went unnoticed by both men but her grip tightened increasingly on her broom handle the more she witnessed. She hands trembled as she tore her gaze away and fumbled with the shards of glass, pricking herself in the process. She gasped and looked up, sorely disappointed when her master didn’t bat an eyelash in her direction. She stood on rubbery legs. Her whole body shook with anger towards the brunette that stole her master’s attention from her. She dismissed herself seeing that her master had forgotten her presence. Once outside the door she let out a shaky breath. She vowed to destroy the boy whose body was so coveted by her beloved master.

Seifer’s eyes visibly darkened, clearly enjoying the light friction against his confined member. His eyes darted to the tray and picked a translucent white fruit, its clear juices dripping down his long fingers.

“ Now, this is my favorite fruit, it’s native to Galbadia, called a mangosteen.” Seifer’s voice was low and husky.

His tongue darted out and lapped at the sweet droplets. A few drops escaped his mouth and landed on Squall’s exposed chest. He stilled his heaving chest, his breath caught in his throat as Seifer’s eyes lingered too long on the sticky droplets on his chest. His limbs went rigid when Seifer’s head bent and he felt a hot tongue slowly lick his sticky skin clean.

Squall shuddered, again cursing his bodily reactions. He gritted his teeth swearing inwardly and straightening his neck, avoiding the scene in front of him though it did little to still his pulsing blood.

The blonde leisurely licked a few more times, deliberately slowly, for good measure, a loop-sided grin curling his lips when he came up again.

He licked his lips, still holding the fruit between his fingers, “ So tasty. Breakfast has always been my favorite meal.”

He held the fruit to Squall’s sealed lips. He immediately turned his head in refusal, smearing the sticky liquid on his cheek in the process. Seifer’s naked fingers ghosted his cheek, ever so softly, then roughly gripped his jaw and forced his lips apart, dexterous fingers prodding his pressure points yet again. The fruit was shoved inside his mouth and Seifer pressed his palm to Squall’s lips, ensuring that he chewed.

Squall reluctantly obliged; all the while glaring at Seifer’s gleaming eyes. When he figured it was safe he removed his hand, but that was a mistake. Squall spat the chewed morsels at Seifer. He felt Seifer stiffen above him. The blonde sat there with his eyes closed for a moment while the pulpy pieces and juices dripped from his face. Squall was prepared for the worst. He’d be damned if he’d let Seifer get away with assaulting his pride and his body.

He wiped the mush from his eyes and when they opened they were a unique shade of green, and they blazed with a new intensity.

“ You will be punished for that.” He spoke gravely in a tone that made Squall believe every word.

He removed himself from atop Squall in languid movements that could easily give the impression that he was relaxed. But Squall feared those movements, the deliberate, strategic movements of a predator.

“ I’ll give you time to think over what you’ve just done before I come back for you.” Seifer breathed.

His back turned to Squall as he wiped the remainder of fruit from his face with a handkerchief.

“ Where are you going?” The words escaped him before he realized he’d thought them.

Seifer peered at Squall over his shoulder, regarding him warningly.

“ If you’re going to waste my time I’ve business to attend to.”

And with that he strode out as quickly as he’d come in.

Squall tugged at his handcuffs in apprehension, the cold metal biting into his wrists. He now found himself in a much worse predicament than he began with. Troubling thoughts of his punishment plagued his mind as he was left exposed, hunger, and isolated, a prisoner to time until Seifer returned with whatever vengeance he had in store.

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Seifer stormed down the winding staircase, startling his servants below. Rinoa looked up at him descending, a small crease between his brows.

She recognized that look.

The master only carried that look when something didn’t go his way.

A small smile threatened to reveal itself, so she went back to her work of waxing the many statues adorning the manor. She had no doubt in her mind that the boy slave had been the one to mar her master’s mood. Perhaps he would tire of the boy sooner than she thought.

When he past her without as much as a fleeting glance she stood up and meekly called out, “ Sir?”

He almost didn’t stop, apparently deep in thought, but he did, “ Yes?”

He sounded harsher than she’d like.

“ Would you like your morning cup of tea?” She tried weakly, her hands wringing her dirty rag.

“ No.” He replied distantly, as if he weren’t really listening.

He grabbed his hat from the hanger by the door and placed it upon his head.

Pulling his gloves back over his elegantly slender fingers he instructed, “ don’t bother preparing lunch, I’ll be out in the market for the rest of the morning.”

And with that he was out the door.

The soft sea breeze greeted him as he stepped outside, caressing his face. He inhaled deeply the smell of salt and fish as he strode through the narrow cobblestone streets of town. The smell of the sea had always been like a soothing salve to calm his wounded nerves, however today it did little to sedate him.

He’d never had a slave so audacious. It was more trying on his patience than he would have liked. And that was what bothered him more than his slave’s defiance. He’d always been able to keep his composure and his wit about him even during the most chaotic of events. He was always able to moderate and balance his desire to conquer and acceptable etiquette. But Squall had that line stretched thin. He brought out the most animalistic urges in Seifer.

The need to conquer.

The need to claim.

He tightened his jaw.

A distraction is what he needed.

He headed towards the usual stage in the middle of the bustling market where Irvine was already busy with a transaction.

Violet eyes caught sight of his approaching figure and winked playfully at him while bowing his respects to the patron as he handed him the slave’s metal leash.

“ Well, hello there, I’m surprised to see you’re here in one piece.” Irvine teased, a brilliant smile in place.

Seifer scoffed, “ It really wasn’t that difficult to restrain him if you’ve had any experience at all. Remember, I’m no amateur.”

“ Are you saying I’m an amateur?” Irvine asked, feigning offense.

The trademark loop-sided grin in place he crossed his arms over his broad chest, “ I think the scratches are testament to that, I didn’t need to say it.”

Irvine grinned mischievously, “ Than I suppose you’ve gotten to the more enjoyable parts of that training process huh?”

Seifer’s smirk faltered and he rolled his eyes, “ That boy is the definition of defiance.”

Irvine let out a hearty laugh clapping his hand on Seifer’s shoulder, he reminded him so much of a boy who didn’t get the presents he wanted from his parents.

“ Good, perhaps he’ll keep your attention longer than a week.” Irvine declared as he threw his arm around Seifer’s shoulder and began leading the way through the marketplace.

Seifer couldn’t help the small smile curling his lips. The boy would definitely keep his attention…

He grew hot recalling the images of his splayed slave this morning and the taste of his bare flesh. His loins ached with need.

He would have Squall submit, utterly and completely to him.

An elegant Lady in black approached the pair in a fluster and disrupted his thoughts.

“ Excuse me, Mr. Almasy!” She implored, her voice smooth and melodious.

She had his attention.

Irvine removed his hand from Seifer’s shoulder. Judging by his friend’s silence he knew that Irvine was smitten.

“ Yes, How may I help you My Lady?” Seifer asked impishly despite his manners.

He took her hand and placed a chaste kiss upon her silk glove.

Her deep black eyes softened, they seemed strangely familiar to Seifer.

“ Please excuse me for my rude interruption.” She began, her velvety voice flowing from her ruby lips like water.

Seifer took in her image. She was intoxicating. He felt the urge to kneel before her and profess his undying loyalty to her. And Seifer Almasy bowed to no one.

“ Not at all My Lady, please state your business.” He was deep in delving into her presence, what was it about this woman that commanded such obedience from him?

“ Thank you. I’m having a bit of a problem with my slave. I heard you were the best slave tamer in Galbadia.” The Lady continued her eyes darting between the two men.

“ Where did you get your slave from?” Seifer inquired, drawn away from her magnetic pull and into the conversation.

“ I bought him here in the marketplace from the Count of Monte Cristo. He guaranteed my slave’s obedience, however, I’ve gotten nothing of the sort.”

At her words Seifer tensed, the name sounding vile, even from this lady’s lips.

“Take him back.” Seifer replied gravely.

“ I’ve tried. The Count just insists that I don’t know how to control a slave and refuses to admit that he was poorly trained to begin with.” The lady sighed, crossing her arms smoothly over her ample chest.

“ What would you have me do?” The blonde questioned disheartened, he knew what the outcome of this would be.

“ Re-train my slave.” She said simply, her eyes pleading with Seifer’s.

“ I’m sorry My Lady I can do no such thing.”

He had to break away from her intense gaze in order to refuse her. While trapped in her eyes a yes almost rolled off his tongue.

“ Why can you not?” She implored once more, moving a step closer to Seifer.

Seifer shook his head wistfully.

“ I cannot undo what has been done. The slave is damaged. It would in your best interest to just release him and buy a new slave.”

His eyes were the lightest hue of green they’d ever been. He felt as if he’d personally failed this mysterious Lady. And it pained him.

“ I will pay you a great deal.” Her last attempt.

“ I’m sorry My Lady, please understand my position.” His voice was soft and betrayed a fraction of the pain he felt at refusing her.

The Lady stood stone still, her black eyes going opaque. For a brief moment Seifer thought she’d turned to into a statue. She regarded him warily, as if searching his eyes for some obscure answer.

“ Alright, thank you for your time. I’m sorry to have bothered you with this matter.” She finally said and turned to leave.

Seifer extended his arm as if to stop her, rushing his next sentence, “ May I ask for your name before you leave?”

She paused and turned in one fluid motion, the hem of her black dress sweeping the cobblestone, “ Edea, Lady Edea.”

Edea… even the name sounded familiar.

She smiled something wickedly mysterious. And both men got the impression that something was left unspoken.

Irvine waited until she was a good distance away before smacking Seifer in the chest lightly.

“ What’s wrong with you? A beautiful damsel in distress asks for your help and you turn her away? We could have made a pretty penny to boot!?” His accent particularly heavy.

“ The Count is my rival.” Seifer replied simply, his eyes still fixated on Edea’s departing figure.

“ All the more reason to take the job and show him up! Hyne knows he’d do it in a heartbeat to you!” Irvine chastised throwing his hands about dramatically.

Seifer shot him a stern side-glance.

“ My slaves would never need to be re-trained.”

The conversation was over.

“ You’re impossible.” Irvine groaned, admitting defeat before they both strode off to join the crowds on the streets.

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TBC…

A/N: Man, I’m sorry guys, one for the delay, and two because this story’s tone is all over the place. But it’s hard to write a piece like this when your favorite song of the week is Boom Boom Pow by Black eyed Peas LOL!
Don’t fret fangirls, I’m not making Seifer straight or alluding to any orgies involving Sorcercess’s, I just think it’s fun to allude to the game in my fictional piece, hehe! You know what they say, once a knight, always a knight!

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