Um…yeah…HI!!  This is my first original thing I have put out.  Um…yeah…I hope people like it.  This contains Yaoi tones and will be getting much more violent in later chapters!  ENJOY!!

Lady Tara North swept through the palace on the way towards the rooms of her Four Evils.  The cold and calculating woman only opened up to the Four, and she only opened up because she knew they would never leave her side.  The

Cyric turned the page of his book calmly, only to have it ripped from his hands by another boy.  The violet haired boy glared at Syan, better known as Psychic.  He twitched as the boy smiled down at him in a way that made him uncomfortable.  Lady North had placed barriers on the Four so that the other member's powers would not effect them, leaving them as the perfect combat team.

"Why do you always read?" the red haired youth asked, plopping down next to him and snaking his arms around the blood mage's waist.  Cyric twisted and glared at the boy that had him entwined.

"You have been in enough minds.  Remember how full they felt?  I'm trying to keep from ending up like you!"

"Ouch Cy...low blow..." Syan purred at his team mate.  He inched closer, pulling the smaller boy on his lap.  He was about to bite his neck when a voice cleared from the door.  "Who in the...AWWW!!  Come ON Marcus!  Can't I have any fun?"

Marcus, better known as Demon, stood in the doorway.  The leader of the group pulled Psychic away from Cyric.  He looked down at the violet haired boy, his black eyes asking the question he dare not utter. "Are you ok?"  Cyric snorted and nodded, grabbing his book from Syan and going back to his reading. 

"What the hell is going on in here?" came a calm voice.  The most mature of the Four, Tristan, or Shadow, walked in.  The boy rustled his brown hair, taking off his glasses.  "I swear, between Syan molesting Cyric all the time and Marcus threatening everyone it's a wonder poor Cyric is sane!"  He moved over to the large cushioned bench the boys were and and promptly sat down, pushing Syan out of the way and pulling the disgruntled Cyric into his lap. 

"DAMN IT!!  CAN'T YOU PEOPLE SEE I WANT TO READ IN PEACE?!?" the violet haired boy yelled out.   He couldn't remember the last time he had slept in his own room.  One of his team mates always pulled him into their room.  Tristan was tender, Syan was domineering and enjoyed blood even more than Cyric himself when it came to sex, and Marcus was sadistic.  He stood up and stalked off, only to run, literally into Lady North.

“My my,” the lady said, a hint of amusement in her voice.  “Just the person I wanted to see.  Cyric, if you would please follow me…”  She was gone as quickly as she appeared, the violet haired boy following.  The three other members looked at each other before scampering off after their lady and their lover.

Cyric sat in one of the high chairs in Lady North’s chambers.  She looked at the boy sitting right across from her.  She smiled.  “Cyric, is everything all right?  You havn’t been yourself the last few weeks.  I’m getting worried.”  She noticed the look of doubt on his face.  “Does this have to do with the other members..?”  She saw him tense and narrowed here eyes.  “I know what those three and you have been doing.  Honestly, what are the odds out of all the boys in the world, the four I take under my roof are gay…”

She looked at him again and saw the desperation in his eyes.  “If you don’t like what they do, why don’t you stand up to them?  I know you are fast…”

“Psychic is faster…”

“You’re strong.”

“Demon is stronger…”

“You’re intelligent.”

“Shadow is smarter…”

“Then you will simply let them take advantage of you?!”

“I’m not letting them take advantage of me!” he cried out.  Lady North looked shocked at his outburst.  “I…I may not always want it when they take me into their beds, but I don’t want it to change.  Well, except for being able to sleep in MY bed for a change.  I like them…I like it here…I guess I’m just weak…”  He sighed and lowered his head, a look of total disgust on his face.

“I don’t think so,” Lady North replied calmly, her tone more businesslike, but her eyes sparkling with mirth.  “I don’t employ weak people, I kill them.  You are very strong, but no man is an island.  I simply did not want anyone taking advantage of my boys.”  She smiled and laughed as the boy looked up and raised an eyebrow at her.  “Now go.  The Lords are meeting in a week and I’m sure there will be work.  I want you Four well rested…or something like that.” She winked and laughed as Cyric left the room.

She turned and looked over her shoulder at the small ante-room.  “I hope you three heard that.  He has some feelings for you.  I swear that if you abuse him and there will be problems…” she said, here eyes narrowing.  “And believe me, I know more ways of torture than both of you Demon and Psychic!  I am a pain caster…” her eyes flashed.  “I suggest you go talk to him…NOW!”  She smirked as the three young boys ran from the ante-room. 

“Mistress, are you sure you weren’t too hard on them?” came the voice of one of her personal bodyguards.  The young man’s lover nodded as he leaned against the wall, his violet eyes dancing and blonde hair wild. 

“No.  I’m confident it will work out.  Don’t worry your pretty silver head over it,” she replied calmly, laughing lightly as the platinum blonde glared at her.

Cyric slipped back into his room and grabbed his heavy cloak.  With the snow falling daily, going outside was hardly advisable, and going out without ones heavy cloak was plain suicide.  He opened his window and jumped, landing easily on the ground.  He pulled the cloak tight about him and walked off into the twilight.  It was his favorite time, a time when he could be by himself. 

After about an hour, he slipped back into the palace and was amazed to find his team mates all grabbing their cloaks and reaching for the door.  Syan’s eyes were wide as the violet haired beauty walked back in.  “Where are you three going?” Cyric asked.  He was soon wrapped up in Syan’s arms.  He blinked.  “Um…Syan?”

“You had us worried Cy…” the red head whispered into his ear.

“I didn’t know you cared that much…”

“Of course we do!  You aren’t only our teammate, but our uke…” Marcus replied calmly, a twinkle in his eye.  Cyric blushed a little.

Tristan smiled and took the younger boy’s cloak.  “Come on.  Let’s get upstairs.”

Cyric followed his teammates.  The three older boys continued talking, but the violet haired boy wasn’t listening.  He was just thinking about tonight.  His life was divided into his day, his killings, and who was taking him that night.  He sighed and slipped into the common room the boys shared and moved instantly to his spot, a seat on the couch next to the fire.  He curled up and stared into the flames, ignoring the others.

“Cy?” came Tristan’s voice.  The young boy looked up and saw the questioning look on the older boys face.  “What’s wrong?  You’ve been really quiet…”  Tristan was cut off by Cyric’s lips on his.  The older boy quickly got over his shock and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy.  The brunette gently licked the bottom lip of the smaller boy.  Cyric moaned, drawing the attention of the other two teens in the room.

“OI!  Why do you get to make out with the hot boy?” Syan complained loudly.  Marcus growled and glared at Tristan, who had broken away from Cyric and stood to argue with his other two teammates.  The young blood mage sighed and grabbed his book from the table, turning to the page he had marked.

“At least things are back to normal,” he muttered, loosing himself is his book to escape the deafening roar of an argument that was happened near him.