Crash and Burn

When they got home Lucious handed Iason off to Charles, who was none to kind about dragging Iason into the house and up into his bedroom where he all but shoved him. He felt the older mans hold around his arm as if it were a vise. He was sure the other might break bone or at least bruise him with how tight he was holding him. It wasn’t as if Charles needed to hold that hard, after all where could Iason run to here? The police were all but written checks by Lucious with how much he ‘donated’ to each station.

Iason’s first action was to head over to his desk and lay his precious red flower on it. Charles could be as rude as he liked, but Iason was focused on one thing and one thing only. The memory of the girl on the street, the girl he had mentally named ‘Red’ for some reason.

“You have three hours,” Charles told him gruffly, “Then you better be ready for the welcome home party for Ari.”

Iason got the feeling Charles didn’t like this Ari guy from the way he had all but spit out the name. He sighed when the door slammed shut and he was left to get ready. Three hours to get ready? He could be ready in two. He smiled and went to his night stand setting his alarm clock to allow himself an hour of sleep and curled up on the bed. It barely passed five minutes when he drifted into sleep.

Kyr had been to every village in the surrounding area, EVERY village. He was now searching the outskirts for HER. He was hungry; he had not eaten in several weeks at the very least. He couldn’t bring himself to pause since SHE had vanished. He felt SHE had to be alive. After all there had been no body in the prison, and that was a good sign SHE had made it. Since when could humans stand dragon flesh and bone as a meal?

He found a well and dropped to his knees looking into the water, what was that? He saw a reflection in the water of red, looking back he saw…

The alarm went off and Iason let out a sound of protest. The dream felt all to short. It was a terrible sensation in his gut that he had missed out on seeing the girl again. But it didn’t come back, the dream was gone and he had to get ready for a party. He slipped out of the bed and moved groggily towards the bathroom. He needed a cool shower to wake up.

Opening the shower door he took off what little he was still wearing and slipped in slowly. The water took a little bit to get to the right temperature and then he switched it to the shower head. The cool liquid woke him up without being startling cold and he yawned heavily as he vegan getting cleaned. He couldn’t take a long shower, in and out in twenty minutes. He had to get all the way ready, clothing, make up and other things.

He wasn’t sure he would enjoy any of the party, after all this was supposed to be Lucious pride and joy, and anyone who could make Lucious proud certainly couldn’t be nice. He drew that brush through raven strands, water dripping still from it and them took to making small braids through out his hair. He had decided to go with a more wild looking style just to itch at Lucious nerves.

Once he had his hair done and drawn back into a pony tail he smiled into the mirror and started to apply the darker make-up he had managed to sneak into his inventory. The few moments Lucious tended to look away from the counter when the cashier was scanning things he would slip to the piles black or blue lipstick, eye shadow and nail polish. He enjoyed feeling like for those brief seconds he had power that he could wield over the cruel man he’d been sold to.

By the time he was dressed in those dark leather pants and black tee shirt and pulling on his shoes the knock had come to the door. It was time to get down to the party and stir up the crowd. He would be punished for this, but fuck it, he was already going to be beaten for several other things, why not at least add something worth it to the pile? He went to the door and opened it with a wide grin.

Charles stared at him unbelievingly then narrowed his eyes, “You have a death wish.”

“No, but I definitely don’t plan on getting beaten for nothing,” Iason replied curtly. “Let’s head to the party.”

“Let it be noted that I told you to change first, I’m not going down with you,” Charles grunted. “I hate kids.”

“And I hate people like you,” Iason grumbled back.

“Well ignorant children usually do hate intelligent men,” Charles shot back.

Iason shrugged in a ‘whatever’ fashion. He had grown up too fast thanks to his treatment. He knew words, come backs and innuendos that most adults would cringe at. He had to have some form of defense; unfortunately it always seemed to disappear under the cool gaze of icy blue eyes.

They touched the floor at the foot of the stairs and immediately Iason felt as if he was lost in the crowd. This was not the usual people, there were a lot of younger boys, around twelve and thirteen, most of which were far from business like in appearance and their parents had slipped away to be with Lucious. He could immediately spot the boy of the hour. A twelve year old standing in the center of the crowd he was being swallowed up by. There had to be at least fifteen boys all around, but this one stood out.

Long white hair was drawn back into a ponytail, looking like the cleanest snow or whitest cloud. Jade green eyes lifted to lock onto Iason’s un-expecting emerald hues, brightening as they did. A smile spread across pale lips and the older boy started to push through the others till he stood before Iason.

He was beautiful! That’s all Iason could think of as he looked at this rather strong yet effeminate looking boy in front of him. The boy wore a deep blue Armani suit tailor fitted for him and classy snake skin boots dark in color.

“Iason, I presume?” The older boy asked and Iason quickly nodded back, “I’m Ari. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I like your cloths.”

Iason blushed heavily and tried to form some sort of reply. Words stuck in his throat however and he looked down in his frustration.

Ari leaned in, “I would have worn something similar, but you know how dad is.” He chuckled, “Wish he’d sent Charlie, I could have pulled it off then.”

Iason glanced back to see Charles glaring at Ari. Iason grinned as he looked back to the other boy.

“He hates it when I call him Charlie…” Ari purred. “Come on, let’s go find us some punch and cake!”

Iason was feeling unnaturally shy when Ari grabbed up his hand and he was tugged along behind easily. His other hand had gone up to let his teeth bite at his ebony painted nails. Ari was so nice, nothing like he’d imagined. He still had that strange air of authority to him, but Iason found he didn’t mind that.

Ari paused at the table and grabbed them both a glass of punch and handed one to Iason before walking to the table to get them their plates. Ari smiled and went to one of the small tables with the younger boy.

“I have to admit that when dad told me I was going to learn from ya I thought you were going to be some kind of little robot bound to his will. I’m glad I was wrong,” Ari told him as they sat. “What were you picturing when he told you about me?”

“I thought,” Iason mumbled, “That you were going to be like him. He said you were his son and I pictured you to be a smaller him.”

“Oh god, yuck,” Ari made a face, “He’s way too… too… stuffy, and he has no taste in clothing really. I think he copies off of me when he goes on business trips.”

“No, he usually wears his regular suits,” Iason poked at the cake.

“Really? I don’t understand how he gets any deals then,” Ari took a bite of his then noticed tears in Iason’s eyes. “Oh, no. He… doesn’t.”

“I’m how he has done it for two years,” Iason dropped his fork, “He makes me…”

“Iason,” Ari turned in his chair and drew the smaller boy into his lap, “I’m sorry. I should not have.”

Iason sobbed into Ari’s chest and Ari just held to him letting him cry. Ari grew angrier with every minute. It was a comfort. Someone finally cared about how Iason felt. How hurtful it was and how much he hated it.

“I won’t let him,” Ari said softly, “Not while I am here to protect you at least. I’ll tell him I want you.”

Iason looked up, “really? You’ll help me?”

“I’ll try. He may not believe me at first, but I’ll be persistent,” Ari told him softly.

“Thank you, Ari,” Iason looked into those jade eyes and smiled beautifully, “I’ve never had anyone who cared enough to help.”

“What about your parents?” Ari reached up and gently wiped those eyes, “Didn’t they try to stop him?”

Iason looked down then, “My father was the one who gave me to him, and my mother is too weak. She wants to help, but she can’t.”

“Women are weak, Iason,” Ari told him, “They don’t help because all they want is to please everyone around them. They aren’t weak sometimes in body, but their minds. They can’t stand up for themselves.”

“They can’t?” Iason asked softly.

“No. They have no will power. The second a kiss is pressed to their lips they will do anything to get another,” Ari hugged Iason again, “Don’t ever trust them. They will always let you down.”

Iason nodded slowly, “You’ll protect me though?”

“As much as I can, Iason,” Ari nodded and hugged him again.

The party was uneventful beyond their meeting and getting to know each other. The adults watched from the back of the room, Lucious glaring at the two of them. Iason clung to Ari the entire time and Ari kept his arm around the smaller boy. They refused to separate the entire party, staying close as if they had been together all their lives. When it started to break up and Lucious came to retrieve Iason, Ari stood between them.

“I want him,” He stated firmly, “I don’t want to share.”

“You are much too young, Ari, step aside,” Lucious replied.

“I’m not too young; you just don’t want me to enjoy myself. How am I supposed to learn how to run things when you won’t even let me have a servant?” Ari asked matter-of-factly, “I want him. It’s my party; don’t I have a right to take what I want?”

Lucious growled, hands going into fists, then a wicked smile crossed his lips, “Fine, but Ari, I will check on you. If I see he is still dressed and hasn’t been touched I will take him back and give him to someone who knows what he is.”

Ari gritted his teeth as he looked back and saw Iason had slumped where he was standing, “Fine, but if he is naked then you have to leave him with me till I go back.”

Lucious seemed to go quiet, too quiet, “Just don’t test my patience.”

“I’ll even behave the entire time, as long as I have him anyway,” Ari smirked.

“Take him, before I change my mind,” Lucious turned to go tell the man he would have to wait out the vacation time.

Ari took Iason’s hand and lead him up the stairs. Iason was frightened; he did not think that he could be happy now. If Ari truly intended to do as he had been told he thought it would be no different than one of those men taking him away.

Ari opened the door to his luscious bedroom and Iason’s eyes widened. Everything was dark reds, blacks and violets. The only mirrors were the vanity and one on the headboard of his bed. Iason supposed if he had to do it, at least he’d be comfortable in here.

“My room, I can see you approve?” Ari smiled and chuckled, “It’s extravagant but at least it’s not filled with all sorts of diabolical devices you are likely used to.”

“It’s beautiful, Ari,” Iason mumbled softly.

“Yes, and I want you to think of it as a safe haven. I’m not going to rape you like father wants,” Ari began.

“B-but, then,” Iason started only to have Ari’s finger be placed over his lips.

“I intend to have sex, not fuck you,” Ari smiled softly. “I’m going to do this so you can enjoy it too. There is no reason for you to think all sex is bad.”

Iason’s brows furrowed, “How can it be good if it hurts?”

“If I’m careful you won’t hurt very much at all, ok?” Ari assured him.

Iason sighed, disbelieving that but started to undress only to have Ari gently stop him. He looked up, confusion written in those deep emerald hues. Ari shook his head and began to pick up gently where Iason had left off.

“Allow me,” Ari murmured softly.

Iason blinked but when those fingers brushed over his skin it was all he could do not to moan. The kisses were placed light as feathers over shoulders and chest. He gave Iason new feelings that he had never felt before. The light gentle touches were enough to awaken his body but did not fully arouse it. Iason could not help but let out a soft sound of happiness. This was different, no pain, no torture, just pleasure.

Ari was enjoying his new friend, Iason was beautiful and his skin enjoyable to touch. It was not long before he had the other boy undressed and then he undressed himself and led Iason by the hands back to his bed. Ari would take Iason, but he intended to do so in a way that left it so Iason wanted more to be with him and not just writhing in a mess.

Ari was kind, and Iason felt a kind of love making he had never dreamed of. It was not as intense, but it was deeply satisfying in other ways. By the time Lucious came to check on the two boys they were asleep, Ari still buried in the depths of his companion. Lucious bit his tongue, but he had made a deal. Regardless of how Ari had fulfilled his side of it, it was still done. With a soft growl Lucious closed the door as he exited. The blond haired blue eyed monster was stayed for the time being. The dragon had gained ground.