Rising from the Ashes
Summary: Phoenix is saved from the clutches of his Master and dragged into a world he has been oblivious to. His Master is not going to let his prize go and will stop at nothing to get him back. Warnings inside. MxM
Warnings: Hurt, Comfort, Slash, Adult scenes, hints at BDSM, mild hints of incest.
Notes: Yes, this is very different to the things I usually post and this will have mature content. I have written a few chapters and if I get enough reviews then I will continue.
Huddled in the corner of the damp room, a dark figure shivered. Winter air slid through the weak windows, penetrating the figure's clothes. A pale hand quickly shot out to drag the sides of the cloak together, amber eyes lowered, focused on the door. Swallowing the dry lump in his throat, he shuddered as a gust of wind rattled the window.
His body ached from his Master's lessons, more brutal than they had been in months. In fact, his Master had been quite caring as of late, telling him his time had almost come. The boy had not asked what the time was, content with the attention he had been getting. He had also been shown more faces.
Under the cloak, he reached up and ran his fingers over the leather collar around his neck. His Master had recently given him a new collar.
The boy jumped as the door to the room swung open. He cowered, expecting to see his Master in the same mood as he had been when he left. When no one sought to grab him, he bravely lifted his eyes. It was a woman, one of the new faces he had seen the other day.
"Phoenix, please come with me," she pleaded, a hand beckoning from the doorway.
He obeyed, suppressing a groan as his body protested. His Master had sent someone else to get him, something that happened on a rare occasion. He hung his head, not meeting the woman's eyes.
That was just rude.
Suddenly, a soft hand grabbed his and began to drag him along the corridor. Fear burst out of his stomach, making him feel sick. What had he done?! His Master had always threatened to let his followers touch him if he was ever naughty. It was his severe punishment.
"Please," he whimpered, shuffling his feet along as the woman broke out into a jog. "Please don't hurt me."
Warm brown eyes looked back at him, something strange flickering in them. Her thin lips pursed together before stopping. "I'm not going to hurt you Phoenix." She embraced him, lifting him up in her arms.
He squeezed his eyes shut. So many questions ran through his head but he couldn't ask them. He was never allowed to ask questions. He was never allowed to disobey either so he rested back in the woman's arms. She was warm and her strong arms were comfortable.
"You're free now."
Phoenix allowed himself to drift off to sleep.
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