Well, my dearest readers… I think it’s time to give you some extremely poorly written porn with a scant amount of plot in order to insure that I can feel good about not doing my homework.

BE WARNED: If you don’t like the thought of two guys sucking each others dicks with more enthusiasm than little kids drinking chocolate milk through bendy straws… don’t go any further.

Degrion

Dedicated to any kindred spirits who fantasize about 69s more than anything else in the world.

xXx

Merrick hurled himself backward in order to escape the blast of purple electricity that exploded in front of him. He rolled to his feet and was instantly on his guard for more magical attacks. The blonde boy in front of him smirked with malicious blue eyes and Merrick gritted his teeth, tensing his legs and hefting his glowing green energy sword from side to side.

Sweat trickled into his face but Merrick ignored it and waited until his opponent swung the mace. The opening was small but he leapt at it. He dodged the spiked mace and the crackling purple whip-like chain of magic that attached it to the shaft in the boy’s hands.

He jumped up and brought his energy sword crashing down on his opponent in a move calculated to avoid vital organs while rendering the enemy unable to fight. A resounding explosion of ghastly green flame threw the mace-wielder to the edge of the platform. Merrick stared down at the spread-eagled boy and his heart began to hammer in a way distinctly different than the way it had throughout the fight.

His throat tightened and blood rushed to his nether regions as his eyes skimmed over the lean body spread out before him. The flames had eaten away at the blonde’s mesh armor and the exposed skin sent a shiver through Merrick’s adrenaline filled body. His fallen opponent’s hair fanned out like a halo that gleamed ghoulishly by the light of his sword.

He rose it to strike again, this time to kill, but as with all of the others he found it impossible to do so. He may have been in a place where they were trained to become weapons of destruction but he couldn’t bring himself to cross that final threshold. He thought of all of the other slaves he had created and wondered if it was the right thing to do. Was it worth it to spare a life when that life would then be forfeited to slavery?

Future slave or not, Merrick couldn’t bring himself to kill the boy.

He lowered his sword and pulled his hand across his chest with a series of finger movements. It meant that he would spare the boy’s life, now a life of shame, and claim a murder free victory.

“Degrion!”

Merrick shivered as he heard his opponent’s name.

A girl jumped into the arena and ran toward her fallen friend, closely followed by medical personnel.

Merrick took one last glimpse of the body before him before turning heel, his colorless braids swishing softly behind him.

xXx

Degrion awoke to the smell of the hospital around him and was instantly filled with rage.

The older boy he’d gone up against hadn’t killed him.

He wanted to puke.

“Fuck!” he growled childishly and winced when he attempted to sit up. He flopped back into bed, tears tugging at his lashes. He felt so used.

How could he ever face the rest of the facility knowing that he had lost and what’s more, now knowing that no matter what death he took it would not be honorable?

He was going to kill that son of a bitch Merrick for doing this to him.

“Degrion!” an excited exclamation came from the doorway and he adopted a petulant pout.

“It’s not fair Grinda,” he griped as his pretty friend leaned down to hug him. He hissed at the pain, mainly in his torso and she laughed at him.

“Don’t be such a baby. Your ribs are already healed and you’re only going to be sore for a couple of days. Be happy you’re not dead.”

“Might as well be,” he mumbled dejectedly. “They’re going to come in and mark me soon. I’ll end up as a stupid servant.”

“None of that,” she tsked but he could see the compassion radiating from her eyes. She pushed a bit of blonde hair out of his intense blue eyes. “Maybe you wouldn’t have been happy as an assassin or a warrior anyway,” she shrugged.

He stared at her in disbelief.

“How the fuck could you say that? After how hard we’ve worked to get here!”

Grinda’s face fell and Degrion forced himself not to yell out in agony when she wrapped her arms tightly around him and her chest began to heave with sobs.

“I—I don’t know what I’m going to do if you get stuck as a servant. They’re not much better off, maybe even worse, than the slaves!” she hiccuped into his tightly bandaged chest. “But I’m just as scared that I’m going to end up as a servant like you. I don’t want to be a servant,” she cried and Degrion almost pushed her away.

“Well that wasn’t a selfish thing to say at all,” he growled and she instantly pulled back with a look of horror on her face.

“I’m sorry,” she sniffled a bit and wiped the back of her hand across her nose.

Degrion wrinkled his nose.

“You’re disgusting.”

She smiled tentatively and then they both started to laugh though it wasn’t quite as mirthful as it ought to have been. Their situation settled back onto them once their mirth had wound down. Degrion felt as though he was going to sink through his bed sheets and straight into the ground that wanted to swallow him up.

“How are you going to do it Degrion? They’re going to have to beat the life out of you to make you submissive.”

With perfect timing a servant who they recognized as a once fearsome warrior, walked by. Her eyes focused on the floor and her graceful movements were alluring and obsequious. A man stopped the servant as she walked along and commanded her to come to his bedchambers once she had finished her errand. She bowed submissively and continued on her way.

“I’ve been thinking that I'll make a break for it,” he deadpanned and Grinda’s eyes turned wide as saucers.

“Don’t even tease about that! The guards would make mincemeat of you! Merrick’s at their level and look at what he did to you!”

“Never say that name,” Degrion gritted his teeth and grabbed her hand roughly to squeeze it. “Never.”

She winced despite the training she’d been given to ignore pain. Degrion’s grip was lethal.

“I promise,” she swore and sighed when the boy released her hand. Tears welled up in her eyes, not from the pain but from the sudden realization that her best friend was soon to become a piece of property.

xXx

“I would like to claim the new servant Degrion as mine,” Merrick said as he stepped forward during the marking ceremony just before the brand touched the naked boy’s pale skin. His deadly pale green eyes were otherworldly as they scanned the room for opposition. “Are there any objections?”

Before anyone on the Demote Counsel could say anything the blonde boy began to spit and shout obscenities at the top of his lungs. The restraints that held the boy were buckling under the pressure of his feral thrashing.

Two of the guards rushed forward to restrain him.

The head of the Demote Counsel turned to her subordinates. It was not uncommon for someone who had spared another’s life to make him or her their personal slave. They all made a few odd motions with their fingers, all unanimous, and she grinned an unholy grin at Merrick.

“It is fitting punishment for one that loses to serve only the one that has shamed them,” the guards went to put the brand that would sever any magical powers to Degrion’s skin but Merrick drew his sword and pointed it at the guard. Everyone in the chamber whipped out his or her weapons within seconds. The room was silent and even Degrion stopped struggling.
“I will mark him as my own. Please leave us,” Merrick said calmly and it rankled the head of the Counsel that the boy made it sound more like a command than a request. She decided to let it go though. If she had a pretty pale thing like that within her grasp she would be possessive and anxious to be alone with it too.

They left the two boys in the marking chamber.

When they were out of earshot Merrick looked down at the naked boy and he felt the heat in his groin stir.

Degrion glared at him with feral blue eyes.

“What are you going to do first? Beat me? Fuck me?” he let out a breathless laugh, “Both?”

Merrick ignored him and began to take off the restraints.

Degrion could barely believe it.

“What are you doing?” he hissed, dumbstruck.

“You are no man’s slave,” Merrick’s eyes were hard as he said this but they softened when he added almost wistfully, “least of all, mine.”

Degrion watched in a daze of confusion as Merrick freed him. Degrion shot away from the other man as soon as he could and immediately took a defensive fighting stance. Merrick’s eyes dragged over Degrion’s tensed body and the blonde found himself snarling and feeling vulnerable as he hung out in the cool air. His balls had contracted and Merrick’s eyes seemed to be drawn to them like iron filings to a load stone.

The white haired boy licked his lips and looked away guiltily.

“I’m sorry. You must be cold,” Merrick frowned. “I would give you something to wear but as you know it is customary to walk one’s newest slave,” he cringed at the word, “back to ones room without covering.”

Degrion sneered at Merrick.

“Like I believe that,” he snorted and angrily watched Merrick.

Merrick’s eyes narrowed.

“I—I am attracted to you undeniably,” he forced out with a sickly expression on his face as if he didn’t want to let the words out, “but if you think that I purposely spared your life just so that I could take you, you are mistaken. Have you not heard that I spare all of my opponents?”

“No,” Degrion answered truthfully. He really hadn’t looked up on Merrick. Nothing more than the other boy’s strengths, weaknesses and fighting style. He hadn’t checked up on the status of the loser in each round because usually it was useless information. Merrick wouldn’t have been in the arena if he hadn’t won each and every of his fights and the losers of any given fight were unimportant.

That thought hit him hard.

He was a loser.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking but I wish that you would at least cooperate and come with me to my bedchambers. I will not do anything to you that you do not allow me to do and it will give you time to plan your escape if that’s what you desire to do. I also will not be marking you. I hope you understand this,” Degrion’s heart leapt to his throat when he realized that he might not lose his magic and end up as a slave after all. Merrick continued, “It is either come with me to my rooms or fend for yourself. Choose quickly. I am eager to get to bed because I have the feeling that I will be up early on the morrow. I also have some other pressing matters that I must attend to before I retire for the evening.”

Merrick shifted his hips in discomfort and knew that the moment he was in his own private chambers, he was going to be relieving himself.

Degrion finally noticed what must have been a painful erection pushing at the other man’s pants.

He didn’t know whether to smirk at the small revenge or whether to blush crimson at the sudden realization that he was curious as to how large the other man was.

Merrick ignored it and hoped that the other boy hadn’t caught his white lie. He had spared the boy for the same reason that he had spared the others, but he had definitely taken the boy as his ‘slave’ for selfish purposes. He had been hoping that he could win the blonde over somehow so that he could make sure the young boy didn’t become public property.

He also wanted to take the hopefully-in-lust-with-him boy with when he escaped from this wretched place. He had decided that if he couldn’t have Degrion by consent, then no one would. It didn’t seem to be working though and his now very painful erection was driving him mad.

“Follow me if you wish,” he tossed the tense words over his shoulder to the other boy. For a moment Degrion stood there staring at the gleaming almost-silver braids that spilled down over Merrick’s back before slowly and cautiously following the other man.

xXx

When they reached Merrick’s bedchambers Degrion was astounded when Merrick hastily stripped down to nothing and flopped onto a luxurious looking couch. Degrion watched with wide eyes and a stiffening member as Merrick, unashamed, began to touch himself, soft pants and moans floating up occasionally to make Degrion’s throat dry.

Merrick played with his balls, occasionally pulling at colorless curls with a resulting hissed intake of breath. Degrion felt as though he was trapped. His eyes desperately tried to close, his breath caught in his throat and his ears desperately attempted not to hear the erratic breathing of the man on the couch. His body decided on torture and wouldn’t allow him to ignore it.

Merrick’s tanned and toned chest rose and fell with each enticing sound he made. It was driving Degrion insane. Didn’t the other man have any goddamned decency?!

Merrick soon began to buck his hips into his hand and Degrion made a strangled sound in the back of his throat as his crotch began to throb pleasantly. Merrick instantly stopped as though Degrion’s sound of distress had drenched him in ice. He cracked a dilated green eye open at Degrion.

“I apologize, you may go into one of the other rooms if you wish,” he said between pants and soft strokes to his fully erect length. Then his eyes traveled down to Degrion’s need and a surprised then wicked and sultry smile overtook his face.

“Would you like some help, Degrion?” he taunted and Degrion’s name was said in a way that was husky and filled with promises. Degrion’s jaw clenched but his feet were padding over to the boy draped over the couch despite how part of his mind told them to turn and run the other way. Degrion stood over Merrick hating how he was uncertain as to what he was supposed to do.

Merrick’s breath ghosted over his length and his legs began to tingle.

“M-merrick?” he breathed and said boy awkwardly pulled him down so that he was lying on top, but looking down at the other boy’s member. The heat emanating from Merrick made him feel feverish. Skin pressed against skin and suddenly Degrion was hypnotized by the liquid that slowly oozed out of Merrick’s slit.

Fingers played along the massive scar that ran from his shoulder down his chest and took a wicked curve back up his obliques. He was sore all over but suddenly it wasn’t bothering him quite so much.

“I’m sorry,” Merrick’s voice puffed against the bottom of Degrion’s ballsack and he gave a little cry of surprise. Merrick’s fingers stopped tracing his scar and then firmly grabbed his hips and readjusted them.

A sudden shock of warmth enveloped him as Merrick’s lips and tongue slid over his erection and he gasped with surprise and pleasure. His toes and his stomach clenched pleasantly and his mind gibbered with the sudden sensation.

Merrick’s hands grabbed and kneaded Degrion’s ass as he began to suck and Degrion was lost to the world. His eyes fluttered shut and a low, needy sound burst forth from his throat as he felt the pressure build up in his scrotum.

He cried out when Merrick’s teeth dragged across the sensitive skin and the warmth of the boy’s mouth disappeared.

“Look down Degrion,” Merrick pressed his smile against Degrion’s sensitive inner thigh and then nuzzled in the curly blonde hair. It was extremely distracting but Degrion did as Merrick said.

In front of his face was something he wanted inside of him.

Suddenly the smell of Merrick’s fully erect length had him shaking with the urge to taste it. He was half delirious with the pain, pleasure and need of his own erection and all he could think of was how he wanted more.

His skin was now slick against Merrick’s and he could taste the salty tang of his own sweat. He slowly lowered his lips and kissed the tip of Merrick’s head. Merrick squirmed as blonde hair tickled where it danced across his skin. The delicious feeling of skin against skin had Degrion pressing his tongue against Merrick’s slit and tasting precum. The boy underneath him gave a spasm of pleasure that jolted his member.

He felt Merrick twitch against his mouth and his own head mirrored the motion. Soon the soft velvety walls of Merrick’s mouth were around him again and Degrion fought the urge to fuck Merrick’s mouth.

He was being overloaded. His tongue worked at Merrick’s sensitive skin furiously and he moaned around Merrick as the other boy began to alternately suck and blow on him. His back wanted to arc but his mouth stayed glued to the slick organ that tasted so fucking good that he could barely stand it.

He was working on impulse now. Suck, blow, arc his back and grind his hips down into Merrick’s beautiful face without relinquishing the length that he fought to drive deeper and deeper down his throat. He lost himself in the sea of painful pleasure that seemed to keep filling him, building up pressure. The two boys writhed against each other, hands desperately wandering where they could.

The pressure became too much and Degrion felt the swell of pleasure lift him up. The muscles in his legs were twitching as he burst into Merrick’s mouth. He could feel every movement of Merrick’s tongue as the other boy practically inhaled his seed and sucked his now flaccid length clean.

Degrion felt lethargic as he now lazily ran his tongue up and down Merrick’s aggravated member. Each swipe of his tongue, each time he hummed against it in his contentment Merrick arched his back and gave out a pleading moan. Slowly Degrion coaxed the unexpected liquid to spurt into his mouth.

Merrick relaxed underneath him and he allowed his mouth to relinquish the other boy’s slowly fading erection. The bitter aftertaste of semen in his mouth seemed like the most toothsome thing he’d ever consumed.

Slowly Degrion hefted his body up and turned himself in the right direction so that he was straddling Merrick’s stomach, looking down into half lidded green eyes that reassured him. Tentatively he pressed his lips against the other man’s in a chaste kiss.

He was struck by sudden inspiration as the warmth beneath him kissed back.

When he ran away, he wanted to take Merrick with him. In fact, now that he thought about it Merrick didn’t have any other personal servants meaning that Degrion had been the only one the man had asked to be his personal possession and not simply public property.

It was obvious that the man had wanted him, but now he didn’t think that it was simply for sex.

The other man had wanted to escape with him. That was the only thing that made sense. It would be hard for Merrick to answer questions as to how his slave got away unmarked and he would probably be killed or made a servant himself if he stayed.

It all made sense now.

xXx

Merrick reveled in the feeling of the boy on top of him and in the blue eyes that slowly slid shut before soft lips were pressed against his own. Pale hands twined in his colorless braids and the slow, soft kiss distracted him when Degrion readjusted to simply lie on top of him.

Their lengths were pressed together and it was all Merrick could do not to beg the boy for another round. He wouldn’t though. Not yet.

Instead he simply stared up at Degrion when the boy broke the kiss and Merrick smiled at the questioning yet finally knowledgeable eyes.

“You’re going to escape tomorrow, aren’t you?” the boy stared down at him through blonde lashes and he hooked his arms around the boy’s neck. Merrick loved the idea of the boy figuring it out on his own.

“Mhm,” he hummed. “The question is whether or not you desire to accompany me.”

“Of course,” Degrion’s wild blue eyes were lit up with a feral passion. “Anything to keep my magic and my freedom.”

Merrick pulled him down for a quick but heated kiss.

“Good,” Merrick breathed when the kiss ended before letting out a yawn that cracked his jaw. Degrion snorted from on top of him and pulled a throw over them. The man shifted onto his side and Degrion settled down in front of him. Merrick slung an arm over his newfound lover and pressed himself against the younger boy who fit perfectly against him. As he drifted off to sleep, post orgasm haze fogging his mind, he was truly content for the first time since he had arrived at the training complex as a child.

Tomorrow he had the feeling that he wouldn’t care who he had to kill, as long as he could make sure his Degrion would be free.

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A/N: That was terribly fun to write. Tell me if it was terribly fun to read ;P