Different

There was once a boy; healthy, happy, somewhat naughty. He had the world in his grasp. He had hopes, dreams and expectations from life. He was alive.

Liam woke up from his tortured slumber and found himself entangled with Damien. He was wrapped tightly in his embrace. The older man was sleeping soundly cradling his abused body in his arms. He could smell his perfume mixed with sweat, his hair brushed Liam's forehead, his breath caressed his neck like a burning kiss.

Liam should have panicked, he should have felt traumatised. But instead he felt drained. He felt nothing. That boy who was Liam was not there anymore. Instead there laid a shell of that boy who was once him. Liam stayed still, not moving, not feeling anything but throbbing in his sore abused body.

It was still dark outside but he could hear the chirping of the birds announcing the beginning of a new day. Who was he? He thought desperately. 'Whore, slut, bitch!' Answered his mind. 'No no no I am Liam' his rationality protested. 'Not anymore' his broken heart mocked. He closed his eyes again, tired, this time to wake up as a completely different person.

Damien was exhausted. He didn't sleep the whole night almost. When Dr. Ashley came Damien was strangely anxious. He tried to tend to Liam to the best of his abilities.

Dr. Andrei deserved to die as he was incompetent. He himself said he treated Liam in the morning, then his baby should have waken up. Not only that he could feel lust in his eyes. How dare he want something which had been claimed by Damien already? He didn't share, never ever and Liam had been his priciest possession. Damien decided to remove him as soon as the stupid man spewed garbage on his boy. He definitely deserved a place in hell. Damien just gave him the push.

Dr. Ashley was different. She was professional to the tee.

"He is hurt, am sure you know that already". Said Dr. Ashley in a steady voice hiding her nervousness.

"His anus is torn, but I am more worried about his internal injuries. He is bleeding even after 12 hours." She looked at Damien with her chin upright, voice unwavering, "am I right?"

"Yes I raped him around that time, you are right." Deadpanned Damien.

Without flinching Dr. Ashley said, "then its a problem. The bleeding should have stopped by now. I would really like to get him admitted."

"Not happening", said Damien clenching his jaws. "He will be staying here and you will cure him if you want to live."

"I thought so, very well, kindly follow these…" she said as she went on explaining Damien what needed to be done.

The night was spend with little to no sleep on Damien's behalf. Liam kept on whimpering in pain whenever Damien tried to apply the ointment given by Dr. Ashley. He mumbled incoherent words, always calling for his mommy, or Philip and to Damien's sheer annoyance Merida.

Damien tended to Liam the whole night. He bathed him when he shivered in fever haze, he wiped his body when he was drenched in sweat, he applied ointment as told by Dr. Ashley to restrict his bleeding. He had never bothered for another soul except for him before. He also never wanted anyone to survive before so vehemently as well. It was a heady feeling, it was different.

There was a knock on the door. "Sir… sir…. Are you awake?"

"What is it?" Answered Damien in a sleep hazed voice.

"Mr. Adrian is here… he is asking for you….." said the voice.

"Fuck" Damien retorted. His father had a terrible timing. But Damien knew. It must be important cause his dad rarely visited him. "Tell him I will be there for breakfast," sighed Damien.

He looked at the treasure in his arms. Liam was breathing steadily, his head resting on Damien's chest. His naked body pressed against him. He gently untangled himself kissing Liam's pink lips.

"Wait for me baby, I will be back" he whispered against his kiss swollen lips.

Dressing himself impeccably despite lack of sleep Damien went out to meet his father.