It was dark. The only light that was coming was from outside his room, up above the stairs, and that light made Shiro’s features even more beautiful. His voice was so caring, so kind that sometimes, Lance could feel himself fall into the necessity of Shiro’s presence to calm down. Without him, left in his humiliating restraints, everything felt worse. And yet every time his cold, metallic arm touched his skin, he could only suffer in fear. Those strong arms that could kill him in no time, that body able to crush him with no effort at all, and that mind, so capable of, despite it’s instability, to manipulate his thoughts even during his most lucid moments. That day was one of the many, he had lost count. Every day, when Shiro was about to go out, he would close him in that place, in that dark, horrible place with more restraints to bare. For so much long. Without him. He felt his cold finger trough the tape on his mouth, the weight of his human arm against his thigh. Shiro’s body was so warm, and smelt so good. Maybe he was testing out a new perfume? Lance stared at the bruises on his face, the signs of his last fight against him, when he could fucking move or react properly. Now it was becoming more difficult. Not only for the ropes, but… he was getting physically tired. Or maybe mentally. Lance didn’t know. He could just tremble in fear, looking at those beautiful, languid eyes and then those lips, parted and absolutely attractive. What was wrong with him? How could he see beauty and sensuality on this monster? «I know you want to be good for me.» Shiro started kindly, whispering like he was telling a naughty secret. Lance jerked a bit, sobbing some sort of moan that he couldn’t, for some reason, avoid. Shiro smiled a little more, noticing, adding more seconds of silence to breath gently against his boy’s dark skin only to make him react a little more for him. «…but I have to go to work, so you have to stay quiet.~» He pressed his finger strongly against his lips, in a way that was so obsessive and heavy it almost hurt. Once again, fear returned and Lance widened his blue eyes. Shiro laughed adorably, getting closer like he was about to kiss him despite the tape. And when he saw Lance try to press his head against the wall with terror, almost repulsed, he just stopped smiling, moving to get up. And Lance felt it. That heaviness going away. His smell, his heat, his cold arm, his warm one pressing on his thigh. Gone. He looked up, staring with confusion and fear his kidnapper. Shiro just stood there for a little while, watching from above as he was waiting for something specific. «…mh…» And there it was, muffled. A plea. Lance was calling him with a low whine, and only then, Shiro started moving to get out of the room. Oh, no, don’t go. Don’t leave me here alone. I need that smell. That heat, to understand if I’m still alive or not. Another whine, not yelled, but desperate. Before closing the door, Shiro turned to look at Lance once again. His beautiful smile was there once more. Satisfied. Filled with love. «Don’t worry, love.» That reassuring, deep voice was almost heavenly. Lance’s body was filled with a strange pleasure, stronger than the pain on his ankles and on his tied up arms. Shiro noticed that, again. He looked so innocent and lewd at the same time. «I’ll take care of you when I’m home.» Almost like a lustful melody. «I promise.» And then, the sound of the door closing. The dark was around him once again. The pleasure disappeared completely, and the need of freedom and fresh air was already strong and terrible to bear. It was like waking up to reality again. Lance needed to escape. To find a way out. That man was starting to make lose his sanity. When will he be home?
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