Punishment, it was. Day after day, week after week year after year. He would be punished for his wrongdoing and he’d be punished for succeeding as well. Somebody watching from afar would misinterpret it for lust, love, or even need, but in reality, it was just a sinful, pride devouring kind of punishment.

Michael paced in his room, cautiously looking up at the clock every minute, watching the time draw nearer, feeling his senses pick up on the slightest of things, and the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. With every tick of the clock, Tyr was stepping closer, he could feel it.

He could feel his Lord’s cold stare, as he trudged down the halls. He could see the smirk he was most likely wearing, and he knew, in a few minutes, he would be able to hear the pattering of Tyr’s feet.

Michael gnawed on his bottom lip nervously, once again, he knew, without a doubt, that he would be punished… severely. He glanced up at the clock for what seemed to be the thousandth time that night.

His ear gave a little twitch, as he spun around and readjusted his head to look at his door. There they were… the footsteps. He swallowed, pushing down the lump in his throat. He quietly padded over to the dust covered bed, and plopped down on it, making the dust rise into the darkened room.

He listened, terrified, as the footsteps quickened their pace and got gradually louder with every step closer. His eyes made a nervous dart up towards the clock, feeling his breath starting to catch in his throat. He could feel the blood rushing through his veins, and his heart pounding wildly in his chest, begging to be put out of its misery. The footsteps were deafening in his ear, even though they were far off, it seemed as though they were right beside him. His head felt heavy, and he could the world spinning before him. All of the colors in the room blew up before his eyes, as his whole world was taken over by the sound of those footsteps.

Louder and louder they became, drowning out his every thought, until they suddenly faded into the silence. Michael froze, every part of him warning him that what he was finally dreading had come.

“Michael.“ the icy hiss, pierced through the dead silence, making the Sound mans head snap around to the slightly ajar door, eyes wide with terror.

He wanted to scream, wanted to run, but he couldn’t. There was only one way out, and Tyr had it blocked.

“Y-yes, Tyr?” Michael spoke, feeling the words die as they reached his lips, but somehow came to life in the ears of his predator.

“Michael, open the door… now.” the last word vibrating off of the empty walls and echoing inside Michael’s mind.

“Y-yes, sir.” the man’s weak voice called back, as he slowly lifted himself off of his bed and slowly made his way to the door.

Cautiously, he outstretched his hand, tightly gripping the knob, before slowly pulling the door open. In a second, he felt his head slamming off of the wall on the other side of the room, and a vice like grip, clutching around his throat, as he strained to breathe. His onyx eyes snapped open to come eye to eye with his Lord’s gold-ish, snake-like pupils. The more he struggled, the tighter the grip got around his throat. He soon realized this and soon gave up all hope, and just went limp in the aggressive grasp, trying desperately to look away from the cold gaze the other was casting at him. He made small, weak noises, as the grip got tighter and tighter. Coughing hurt, as he tried to hold back the bile that was rising up his throat.

“Tsk, tsk, Michael, failed again, have we?” Tyr’s breath cascaded over Michael’s face, making him shiver with fear.

Michael stared back into the gold eyes of the older man, watching fearfully, as the snake-like pupils narrowed slightly.

“Y-yes, Tyr, I have f-failed you.” the man stuttered out, trying to let air into his lungs and averting his eyes to look at the door on the opposite side of the room.

Tyr was the only one that could make him this weak, that could make him talk this way. He hated him.

“What a naughty boy you are Michael… I think you need to be punished.” his eyes danced upon Michael’s terror stricken face.

An easy and knowing smirk forming on his pale, pointed face. Michael gasped, feeling the grip on his throat loosen to allow him to breathe. There it was… that word again: punish. His insides cringed as he felt his Lord’s hand slither down his throat and further down his chest, before receding to fold over their owner’s chest.

Michael, free to move once again, slid down the wall, until his feet finally touched the floor again, still slouching against the cool wall for support, as he felt the cold, angry glare of Tyr bare down on him once again. He made a tiny movement to look up into the eyes of his Lord, only to see the once slightly narrowed pupils to be almost completely gone and his deadly smirk still intact. It wasn’t long until he felt a warm arm wrap around his waist, and that wet, sinful muscle trace up the side of his cheek. His head snapped up, only to come face to face, closer than before, with Tyr. Michael unconsciously shivered, feeling goose bumps rise on his skin. With on last light lap to Michael’s cheek, Tyr moved back. Slowly, he backed up until his back was casually leaning against the wall opposite of Michael.

“Come,” Tyr instructed with his silky voice, the cream candles flickering around him, giving him a more feral beauty than before.

Though hesitantly, the man did as instructed, not looking at his Lord once. His head turned back, though it still hung in front of him pathetically like a beaten stray. He stood in the shadows of the fire, allowing as little of the luscious flame’s light to hit him. Tyr watched him carefully, seeing that he was becoming a little braver with every step forward he took.

“Even if I demanded you to bring the Blood Raven’s heir here, you cannot do so—it’s rather evident. Why so, Michael?” he pouted at the thought of not being able to touch and feel the skin of the youngest Blood Raven clan member.

My… look at him now, so determined that he won’t be punished, heh… Tyr laughed at the look in the young man’s eye. The older man slowly moved away from the wall and even closer to the him, cautiously wrapping his arms around the other’s waist and closing the gap between them roughly. Michael gave a squeak of disgust, but felt too weak against the other man to fight back. The defiant look leaving his eyes dull and weak.

“Perhaps, ” the older man whispered lowly in the other’s ear, “perhaps, you don’t want him here because he would be getting all of your attention.” he finished, knowing he hit a nerve by the way the body he was holding onto stiffened.

“No-not at all… I jus-” he was cut short by the feel of Tyr’s mouth, sucking and kissing lightly down his neck.

Michael felt himself bite his lip, stopping whatever noise threatened to leak out. Droplets of blood ran over his bottom lip and rolled down his chin, only to be caught and licked away by the other’ man’s tongue. Michael moaned inwardly, the feel of Tyr’s tongue always did this to him. He could feel the other slowly, torturously grind his hips into him, as he finally let out a pained moan. Tyr’s smirk widened as he attacked the young man’s mouth, forcefully pushing his tongue through the barriers. He tasted around, memorizing every feature of Michael’s mouth, the other giving no objection to what he was doing. Finally, at long last, he felt Michael’s tongue slowly respond back, pressing and twirling around his own.

Tyr continued his slow grinding, only to feel Michael respond, unknowingly, grinding his hips back, letting the older man feel his need. He broke their heated kiss to bring attention to Michael’s pale, somewhat marked neck. It was painted with past love bites that he probably got from past punishments.

The younger man moaned as he felt the other man sink his fang-like teeth into his neck, feeling a small amount of blood trickle down his neck, but was quickly wiped away by Tyr’s daring tongue. He quickly went back to the other’s mouth, letting Michael taste his own blood, as he wrapped his arms around his Lord’s neck, pulling him closer.

Tyr moaned, pulling Michael closer to himself. “You wouldn’t want the Blood Raven stealing your attention, would you, Michael?“ he hissed into the other’s ear, before using Michael’s off balance stance to push him against the wall then to the floor.

As soon as the man’s back hit against the floor, he stopped breathing, slowly twisting to get more comfortable. Tyr was on him, sealing his mouth over the man's already bruised lips, so hard that it hurt. He tested his tongue across Michael’s lips, but they remained stubbornly shut against the intrusion.

“That’s ridiculous,” he said quietly, not daring to move.

He knew how dangerous Tyr could be if angered.

“What was that?“ the man hissed, quickly grabbing Michael’s wrists and pinning them above his head, his arms giving a painful twinge.

Tyr pressed his lips roughly against the other’s again, but this time the man didn’t resist, opening his mouth for Tyr’s messy invasion and returning the kiss.

“N-nothing, Tyr.” he panted weakly, a string of saliva from the previously messy kiss connected there mouths.

Tyr chuckled darkly and ground down harder on the man’s growing erection.

“That’s what I thought…” he teased, letting his tongue slip out of his mouth and lick down the man’s neck.

Michael wiggled unconsciously, trying to get his back away from the cold, cobble stone floor. With a disgusting slurping sound, the older man’s tongue returned to his mouth, as he continued grinding his hips into the other. Slowly, he undid the sash around Michael’s waist, and pushed up the man's shirt. Not waiting a second before attacking the other man's chest with kisses and bites, to which Michael gave soft sounds of pain and pleasure to. The hand on the his hips were hurting, gripping like a vice, and he shifted in an attempt to escape them. The movement brought his body against the older man for a moment, and he was greeted by the feel of the hard length against his thigh. The other hand tightened its grip on the man's wrists, making him arch up in pain.

Tyr paused his attack to shudder, an unconscious hiss passing his lips. The older man looked down at his prey, only to see Michael looking back up at him with need in his eyes. The man slowly, cautiously lifted his head off of the floor and pressed his lips to his Lord’s, making the man above him freeze but return the kiss eagerly, pressing his body wantonly against the younger man’s. Tongues entwined and dueled like mating serpents as the shallow gasps of air became more frequent, their bodies heating up until they were both damp with sweat. When they parted, at last, their breath mingled in the humid air of the room. Tyr gave the man mischievous smirk, as he quickly bound the other’s hands together with a thick rope. Michael gave a groan at how tight the bonds were and the constant poking on his thigh. Quickly, Tyr’s skillful hands unzipped Michael’s pants, revealing the man's silky, black boxers, with an evident bulge threatening to pop out of its confines.

The man leant down, closing his mouth over a dusky nipple and swirling his tongue around it before taking it captive between his teeth, tweaking it to a painful peak. Michael arched his back at the feeling, his hands throbbing painfully in the bind that they were held in. Tyr greedily slipped his hand into Michael’s boxers and wrapped his slender fingers around the man's heated aroused cock. Michael gave a breathy moan, his onyx eyes slipping half closed as the older man began to stroke him, licking his lips to wet them as he teased the man's other nipple into the twin aching peak.

“O-Oro…” the breathless man whispered, through swollen lips.

The older man smirked, driven to make the other scream in pain. He left a trail of wet kisses down the other’s chest and stomach, from his sides to his navel, dipping his tongue in twice and making the silver-haired man suck in his stomach with a wistful moan.

“S-stop, Tyr…” Michael half-whined, trying to free his hands from the ropes grip, just as Tyr quickly removed the man's boxers, and flicked his tongue over the head of Michael’s unforgotten member.

“Ah…haa..!” the man's back arched as he groaned, his Lord’s hands, lips, and tongue taking him to new heights.

His head pressed back into the cold cobblestone, eyes closed as the older man took him in his mouth, all hot velvety wetness and rougher rubbing tongue. Just as he felt it would be too much the older ninja stopped, pulling back and licking his lips a little.

“W-what…?” the man asked, blinking his onyx eyes at the older boy.

All of the sensations stopping, even the body that was pressed up against him was gone. His member gave a painful twinge, knowing that completion was near.

“Tsk, tsk, Michael… you little whore.” Tyr’s harsh voice rang through the flickering walls of the room, making the other’s eyes snap up to where his now pant less Lord stood, slowly stroking his neglected length. Michael’s arms shook, his member gave another painful twinge at the site of Tyr stroking himself.

“Tyr…” Michael moaned wantonly, making the other smile at his eagerness. The older man was laying on top of him again, in less then a few seconds , both their members rubbing together.

“Hurry…” Michael’s hot breath escaped through his parted lips, cascading over the snake’s face.

“Yes…” a hiss answered him back, as pain flooded his body.

“AHN!” Michael bit his lower lip as Tyr entered him, with one hard, shallow thrust, encasing himself in Michael’s heat.

The ropes cut into the man's flesh as he arched up, moaning loudly as the other pulled out slowly, only to surge back in. Michael’s body shook, his chest heaving with heavy breaths, pain racking through every nerve ending in his body. He wanted to cry. He wanted to punch Tyr off of him. He wanted to just die.

“Michael…” Tyr whispered, petting the younger man's hair until he felt him stop trembling.

“Do what you have to do…” came the raspy reply, his body shinned with sweat, and his eyes were half-closed as if tired, but he wore the look of an injured puppy, the older man leaning down and giving him another teeth clashing kiss.

Tyr placed one hand beside Michael’s face to gain leverage as he pulled back, only to slam forward again, breaking the kiss for both of them to give a cry. He quickened his pace, so much in fact, that the man's head hit the wall that was behind them.

“More,” a pant, escaped Michael’s puffy lips.

He knew he was going to pay for that later on, this was a punishment; this was not meant to be pleasurable.

“Shut it,” a raspy breath, escaped Tyr’s panting form.

“Harder,” a fine whine, from the man under him, made the older man mewl happily.

“Nhn…!” a groan, with another hard thrust in.

“Nah-ha!” a gasp, from the pain and pleasure that was racking through the man's lithe body.

Michael felt his glasses slipping down his nose, and he rubbed his face on his arm to keep them from falling, bringing a wicked smile on the man‘s face above him.

“Take them, ah, off!” he hissed.

“N-no..” Michael panted out, willing the pain in his head to go away from the brutal impact it had with the wall.

“Stubborn fool…” Tyr moaned, surging back into the heat.

Michael went silent, his face coloring more as he closed his eyes, turning his head away, giving a little smile. He indeed liked his punishments.

The older man slid his free hand down to stroke the other’s neglected member, then slamming his mouth over the other’s catching and swallowing the moan it caused. He felt the younger man’s body tense around him, felt the hot seed spilling over his hand, and he gave in to his release as well. Michael groaned as he felt himself fill with the older man’s essence. With the last of his power, Tyr bit down on the man's bottom lip, making the other’s eyes well up with tears as the blood flowed out of the wound. They lay there for a few minutes, panting, until Tyr pulled out of the younger man and redressed himself quickly. He slowly made his way to the door, licking his lips happily.

“You better bring the Blood Raven boy to me. Understand?” he asked, looking back at the still-tied Michael, wriggling on the floor, covered in his own sticky substance.

“Y-yes, Tyr.”