Author’s notes: Loki is offered a reward, but he doesn’t want it. Poor Loki, he lives in misery, and as Leta-Chan said, he’s soooo rapable.

Disclaimer: Loki is Leta-Chan’s property, in other words, he and all his rights belong to her. Loki’s master, Deavous is my character, and he is mine. *Pokes tongue out* so if you want em, and yes, it is understandable to want Loki, then ask before even thinking about using them! So there! ^^

Warning: This story contains the following: graphic lemon, Shounen-ai, yaoi, DeavousxLoki, slight humour, and non-con. Read at your own risk!

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~ By Sweetdeily.

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Loki was only slightly scared. Which of course was totally understandable. His master had told him to get something from a fellow master, and meet him back here. Simple. Only, here he was, package in hand… minus one count of master.

The young boy swallowed, he had an uneasy feeling deep in his gut. Well, who wouldn’t, what, with all those rumours about slaves going missing and it been night, and it being a murky night, and his master not being anywhere. Loki swallowed again. Totally reasonable. Now, if only his master would hurry and get back.

Again the small petit slave swallowed. The dark clouds overhead was drawing closer to blot out the moon. The back of his neck prickled, his fear of what would happen when that moon was blotted out. He swallowed a small whimper as the clouds slide smoothly over the corner of the moon. The chain around his neck felt heavy against his bare chest. His shallow breathing hitching as the sky got darker, the feeling of his being watched prickling his body. Planting his back firming against the wall, he glanced around the street, it was deserted.

The dark clouds slid further over the moon, a bottle down the street cluttered. Loki suppressed the little scream that built in his throat. Where was his master?

The light was slowly fading from the water fountain, the slow trickle of water stopping suddenly. Loki swallowed his jumping heart. Another clatter of bottles, a different direction this time.

The wine coloured haired boy looked around wildly.

"H-hello?" His voice called out tentatively.

There of course was no reply.

He could feel his blood on edge as the dark clouds slid further across, a slow scream echoing through his mind, getting louder and louder as those dark shapes danced over the moon, closing him in. blocking up his escape. He felt choked. The clattering echoing like a thousand stabbing knives, zooming in for him and him alone. He could hear his heart beat in his mouth, he wanted to scream. The fear, as those giant shapes blotted out the moon. Sliding, closer and closer to his death.

His heart hammered against his chest, the cold metal chain around his neck confining. Closer and closer the fear got, like devils swooping down on black wings to take him away.

Then suddenly the moonlight was gone, the dark clouds casting the world into a deeper night. The screaming in his head gave a final breath and stopped. The water exploded in a spray of well, water. The beating paused. He felt as if everything had exploded.

Nothing happened.

The demon eyed boy blinked, and took a long exhale of air.

"Loki! What are you doing?" a voice asked suddenly out of the silence.

Loki gave a scream of almost pure terror before stopping and breathing.

"M-master… You scared me." He panted, falling to his knees and breathing.

His purple haired master raised a single eyebrow and held out a hand.

"I can guess."

Loki would have rolled his eyes, but it would have been too obvious. Instead he got his feet under him, ignoring the outstretched hand. He held out the small package his master had wanted picked up.

Red orbs glared at him and the package was taken from his grasp.

"Good boy Loki. You deserve a reward."

Demon green eyes blinked. "I’m getting a reward?"

"No, I said you deserved one. Not that I would give you one."

A small, almost invisible pout appeared on Loki’s face, but disappeared as his master turned. "Come now." His master commanded. Loki poked his tongue out at the man’s back but followed innocently.

His master stood by the door to the carriage, as Loki passed him to climb in a voice whispered in his ear. "Don’t stick it out, my little Loki, unless you intend to use it."

A bright blush spread over the youth’s face as he quickly huddled in the furthest corner of the carriage, looking at his master in a worried way.

The door snapped shut and the carriage rode onward.

"Loki. Come sit here." The commanding voice well commanded. Loki made a strangled sound, not moving too much.

"Now." Trembling slightly the boy growled and stood up, moving almost robotically over to his master and sitting on the opposite side of the seat.

The purple haired master sighed in exasperation. "Closer Loki."

An inch closer.

"Loki your being childish, shall I have you picked up and sat where I want you? Like a little girl."

The wine colour haired youth grumbled something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like ‘cocky bastard’ and sat down, thigh brushing against his master’s.

"Ah, Loki. Still not willing to swallow that pride. What am I to do with you?" One red silk-gloved hand ghosted down his cheek. Tilting the demon eyed boy’s face up toward his master’s. Loki’s blush was almost a full deep crimson.

The taller man brought his face closer, going slowly, the two men glaring at each other in a battle of male ego and will. Finally Loki’s soft lips were crushed against another pair of lips, not as soft, nor as restrained. The lips over his own parted and a tongue gently trailed against his mouth, demanding entrance. Loki glared up at the red orbs, his green eyes defying and his soft petal tingling lips unyielding.

Finally his master pulled back. Red orbs glaring dangerously at Loki.

Loki sniffed indigniately and turned his head away, brushing the hand on his cheek away.

A low growl was all the warning he received before a hand slapped him on the cheek. His body twisted slightly with the impact, his eyes wide. His left cheek red from where the hand had slapped him.

Loki bit his lip against the pain, not daring to move.

"Brat." His master spoke calmly.

Loki raised a hand to his stinging cheek and gently rubbed the soft skin. Turning glaring eyes on his master.

His own glare was met with a hard red glare.

Loki sniffed and tried to shift away. A hand on his arm pulled him back, and kept pulling till he found himself lying on his master’s lap. Growling like a trapped animal he started to push away.

"Stay Loki." His master commanded.

Loki ground his teeth and remained where he was. A soft pat on his head before he found himself lying flat out on the seat, his head in his master’s lap. The hand continued the brush through his hair, stroking his wine-coloured locks and gently lulling him. Green demon eyes glared at the opposite seat, determined not to let the soft petting get the better of him.

"Now, you were awfully frightened when I came to get you in the street. What was wrong?"

Loki grunted.

The hand patting his head continued to do so, stroking softly and massaging his scalp. The hand travelled till it ghosted against the back of his neck.

"Loki…" the voice warned.

Loki growled, gritting his teeth. "I thought you were some evil creature come to get me and kill me. It was very freaky out there."

He was glad his master never chuckled or laughed because he would have hurt something.

"Really? And so why didn’t you run off, instead of staying and waiting for me."

"I-I uh…"

He found himself being rolled onto his back, to stare straight up at those glaring red eyes. "I… Hn." He sulked, glaring at the eyes, which never smiled, or showed any emotions other then anger and that damned constant glare.

His master shrugged. "Fine. Fine."

The carriage drew to a halt slowly and Loki found the collar around his neck being pulled as his leash was lifted.

He hated that leash, his master never let him get rid of it, he didn’t run away, yet they forced him to wear the godforsaken thing. His collar pulled against his neck and he was forced to follow, or choke. Glaring acidy at his master’s back he followed. The large doors to the mansion opened and he was lead down the dusty halls, passing servants who stopped what they were doing to glance at the little show.

Loki felt like some kind of dog. This was disgraceful.

His master leads him up several steps and finally into the large room known to be the bedroom. Loki both feared, hated and was excited by this room. This was the room where he had first lost his virginity, by force non-the less. The leash was released and Loki turned, watching his master with a pout and a glare at the same time. The telltale click of the door being locked made his heart beat just a touch faster, nervous, who Loki?

He was laid backward on the soft doona that covered the bed; several pillows scattered out of his way in the process. Hands that were normally cold and hurtful softly drifted against his chest, trailing down to his pants as his master lay atop him, fairly much straddling him at the waist. The normally gloved hands were cold to the touch as they slid across his abdomen smoothly making him want to shiver.

Loki kept as still as possible, his hands resting against hi sides in a show of submission. The hands reached his pants buckle and one hand began to work the buckle open while the other moved up, gripping Loki’s chin almost painfully and raising the boy’s head to met his master’s lips. In no way was it a chaste kiss; the cold flesh of his master’s lips eating away at his own supple lips, demanding entrance. Loki parted his lips a small sound escaping from his throat as the only slightly warm tongue slipped into his mouth brushes against his tongue like two cats brushing fur against one another. If velvet had a taste, this was it, but it felt like velvet being rubbed backward, harsh, controlled.

His belt came off and the kiss was broken as his master removed his shoes then his belt, disposing of his own clothing in the process. Loki felt one hand straying to cover his exposed body and a knee coming up, helping to cover him. His master turned back to him, obviously hungry for Loki’s body. Loki felt a slight flush rush up his cheeks, spreading over his face in a rosy colour.

His master chuckles and sat down, leaning over and gently licking Loki’s stomach. The feeling sent small butterflies into the Desert slave’s stomach.

"Wha-?" He opened his mouth to ask, but was cut off as a cold hand slid down and wrapped around his barely aroused member. The cold eyes travelled up his body, daring him to voice objection. Loki closed his eyes instead, feeling a small-unwanted bite of pleasure race up from his groin. It felt good, and he didn’t want it to feel good.

His master travelled further down. "Mm, you know, I never do tire of your taste Loki. Now, shall I give you your reward?"

Loki frowned and didn’t reply, not sure what would happen if he did. Obviously his master didn’t like this response.

"Well Loki? If you don’t respond you wont get it."

Loki frowned. Coughing and blushing just slightly. "W… what is it?" He asked in a small voice.

His master smiled and moved down further, his face so close to Loki’s manhood. It was a rare smile, one that he only saw when he’s master was in any state is disrobement he still did not know the reasoning behind his master’s mood swings when he was naked, nor, he betted, did he want to.

"You’ll see Loki, you’ll see." Came the reply.

Loki closed his eyes and held his breath. Something wet touched his skin and he parted his lips, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. The wet sensation started again, touching the tip of his manhood. He couldn’t help what came next, his body reacted, becoming aroused. He bit his lip, his brow furrowing. "Please don’t." It was surprising he was even able to speak, he couldn’t handle the thought of what his master might do.

The wetness retracted itself and he shuddered, resisting the urge to cry out for more. He wasn’t allowed to let himself feel good.

"Open your eyes Loki." The command was simple, but harsh.

Loki winced and pried his demon green eyes open, glaring at his master.

"You don’t want your reward?"

The desert boy muttered something in his own language and shook his head.

His master sighed and shrugged, obviously letting it drop. Rolling over the purple haired master picked up something from underneath one of the pillow at the head of the bed, pulling the small vial back down with his hand. The scent of peppermint filled the room as the cork popped out and his master spread some of the oil across his fingers, reaching between Loki’s legs and pushing none to gently into Loki’s tight opening. Loki winced and his hands fisted the bedspread, biting down hard enough to draw blood on his bottom lip.

The finger pushed painfully into him, brushing the first ring of muscles painfully. Then pushing in, past, and stretching him. It hurt, not as much as the first time had, but it still hurt. Tears sprang to Loki’s eyes but they didn’t shed, his hands digging into the sheet as his back raised off the bed in pain. His master slipped another painful finger in and pushed Loki’s hips down.

Loki couldn’t stifle the small whimper of pain as a second finger broke through inside of him. It felt so unnatural. And then of course as the fingers moved inside of him his body relaxed just an inch, a small miniature bite of pleasure coiling in his stomach. His lip bleed more freely now. Hungry lips on his licking the blood away and a cool voice in his ear. "You should know better then to damage yourself boy."

He didn’t answer, too lost in the pain to voice anything.

A third digit entered him and his body spasmed in pain. Oh gods, it hurt. He didn’t think things were even meant to go there! But… it hurt and all he could see was the burning pain.

Finally the fingers left him and Loki panted his opening loser and his cheeks burning.

He felt his body being shifted and knew what was coming next.

A thickly lubed hard erection brushed against his violated entering. Giving him barely any warning before he was impaled. He would have cried out, was it not for his teeth sinking deep into his lip, muffling his cry as a delicious little whimper.

His master paused; a long moment in which Loki drew in several shuddering breaths. This felt worse almost every time. How many times now, three? It couldn’t have been that few, but… gods it hurt.

Loki groaned something in his own language as the pain was slowly replaced by something different, something he wanted even less then the pain. The pleasure.

A small adjustment of hips, the throbbing beast inside him moving, and brushing against his walls. A trickle of blood seeped down his chin as he tried his hardest not to cry out.

The erection withdrew and then pushed back into him, hard enough to brush against his most privet of places. Loki couldn’t help but cry out. Oh gods, he didn’t want this.

A single tear rolled down his flushed cheek as the beast withdrew before plunging back in. The pain of his lip was almost a speck compared to the pain from behind him.

Beast. That was the word he thought of when he thought of these people, not just his present master, but all of them. Animals.

Again he was pounded into. A small coil of pleasures bringing him to attention. His fists clawing at the bedspread as he tried to hold himself down to earth.

Like a child clutching his mother’s skirt while being dragged away by great animals.

The throbbing pushed into him at an agonising pace, hitting deep within him. A small erotic moan unbidden escaping his lips.

He of course, did not know the erotic amounts hidden in his voice.

The manhood, no, the beast slid out then plunged back in, harder, quicker this time. His squeezed his eyes shut. Please…

Again and again and again gathering speed as Loki groaned softly, barely audible. No…

Cold hands around his almost painful manhood. Please don’t give his body what it wanted, not this kind of shame. In his mind he cursed himself. He was so weak. A true warrior would not allow such an act. But it was either this or… something worse.

He could not imagine much worse then this, but there surely was.

A gasp and something hot filling his opening in flushes of hot spurts.

A pair of teeth marking his shoulder giving him a hicky.

Loki’s nails digging into the bedspread, almost ripping the fabric.

Those cold hands around his arousal. Stroking him, toying with him. Doing things he didn’t want done.

"Bmayca tuh'd!" (Please don’t!)

His master still had little concept of language and changed the direction of his slowly warming fingers, rubbing in little circles.

Leisurely the thrusts into his body came, less violent as they had been only minutes before.

Loki couldn’t hold under the pressure any long. He came into his master’s hand, coating his upper stomach and the barest of whimpers escaping his mouth.

His master didn’t pullout of him and turned their bodies over, Loki’s head resting on his sweat coated chest. As Loki panted.

Loki was only slightly scared.

~ End.