Making You Mine

Gentle caressing of back, feather light kisses and soft murmuring of good morning that was how Liam woke up. Sprawled on top of Damien, Liam slowly opened his eyes and met the coal black orbs of Damien.

"M….morning", yawned Liam and adjusted himself to his comfort. He was still tired having slept late the previous night and didn't at all feel like getting up. These days he didn't have anything to do. No studies, no friends to visit, no other activities to keep him occupied. So there was no urgency to wake up. The weather had become chilly as they slowly approached December and Damien felt too warm, too comfortable, too familiar and Liam started to doze off again.

Damien looked at the boy drooling peacefully on his chest and sighed in resignation. He had an urgent meeting but at that moment he wanted to enjoy Liam's warmth too. Physical touch was not something Damien ever craved. He vaguely remembered his mother hugging him in her warm embrace and singing him lullaby. But his mother left when he was barely six. And since then physical touch for him meant pain and more pain. As he grew older his high libido meant he needed to have sex frequently, more than normal people, but he never bothered to hug or comfort his partner. Sex to him was a chore, an exchange of bodily fluid and relieving stress. But as he hugged Liam tighter to him his heart filled with peace and warmth.

"Liam…" whispered Damien.

"Mmmm" Liam mumbled sleepily.

"Do you…do you wish to speak to your parents?" Asked Damien, his throat constricted with anxiety. He knew he was playing a huge gamble. His decision to let Liam speak to his parents might go in either of the two ways. Liam can be very grateful as Smith suggested or he might be so miserable after hearing his parents' voice that he might go back to crying and starving himself like the initial days. But Damien needed to take this chance if he wished to make any progress with Liam.

Liam momentarily froze. Was he hearing this correctly? Damien asked if Liam wished to speak to his parents! Was that a trick question? Would he be punished if he answered yes? But he really-really wanted to listen to his mom's voice. He wanted to hear his dad even if it was just for a second. The yearning in his heart which he had kept suppressed burnt like fire almost choking him.

But why would Damien ask him something like that? The Damien everyone knew would consider kindness associating to weakness. He would never allow his captive this small mercy would he? But the hand soothingly rubbing his naked back in a comforting way, the heart beating matching his own rhythm was fooling Liam, confusing him to believe that Damien might feel a little differently towards him, at least different that what he felt when he was first caught.

Like a creature stranded in the desert perched for water Liam wanted this belief to be true. He wanted Damien to feel differently. He didn't care if his affection starved brain has come up with with the convoluted notion that what Damien was asking was not a trick question but he was genuinely offering him a chance to speak to his parents. Perhaps it was an olive branch by Damien, perhaps it was a mere bait to make him submit more or it might be genuinely out of kindness.

"Do..do you really mean that?" Asked Liam, his voice strangely hoarse from the suppressed emotions. He waited with a baited breath for Damien to answer, fear gnawing at his chest that Damien would laugh at his callousness and declare at any moment that it was an obvious joke and he didn't really mean to let him talk to his parents.

Without answering Damien reached at his bedside table and retrieved his cellphone. "Here…" he pressed the phone at Liam's sweaty palm, strange emotion crossing his face. "You can call them now….talk to them, I will just go and take shower."

Slowly Damien got up releasing his hold on Liam. He felt empty and disoriented for a second, doubting himself every moment if it was the right move or should he at least stay and monitor the conversation. But he steeled his resolve and steadily walked towards the bathroom leaving a bewildered Liam still intently looking at the phone as if he couldn't believe what was happening.

With trembling hands Liam dialled his mother's number. His hands were shaking so bad that it took two attempts to finally get the number right. He held breath as heard the familiar ringing, his heart hammering in anticipation of hearing the voice he often dreamt during his sleep. One ring…two rings… three rings…. Liam felt his heart would burst from his chest….and then he heard a tired "hello…"

For a moment Liam couldn't answer anything as a gut wrenching sob came out of him making him unable to speak. The opposite end was silent but he could hear the increase of breathing. They might not be connected by blood but his mother would never fail to recognise his son.

"L..Liam, baby is that you? Liam… answer me, Liam please tell me its you" sobbed Miranda from the other side.

"Mom…" whispered Liam, his voice choked with emotion.

"Oh my Lord…my baby…oh my sweet baby. I am so sorry, mommy is so sorry…." Came his mother's voice. "Philip…. Philip, come here Liam has called. Oh my God!"

Liam couldn't say anything as silent tears fell from his eyes, his voice was trembling so much, in fact his whole body was trembling. He heard a rush from the opposite end and then came another voice he ached to hear so much.

"Son," came a much more controlled voice. But Liam could hear the desperation, love, pain and despair in that single word.

"Dad," whispered Liam, "I..I miss you, I miss you both.. I love you so much." Sobbed the boy.

"Oh! We miss you so much darling, we miss you and love you with all our heart." His mother said sobbing equally.

"How are you calling son?" Asked Philip, his voice much more cautious. "This is Damien's phone. Are you in any danger? What happened? Please tell me."

"He..Damien, gave me permission to call you. He gave me his phone." Mumbled Liam.

There was a long silence from his parents. "What do you mean?" Asked Philip. Liam was about to answer when Miranda said, " how does it matter Philip? He is talking to us, oh baby! I cannot believe am hearing your voice."

Damien was standing under the shower, his eyes closed as he turned the temperature setting to the coldest. He could hear Liam sobbing and crying. If he could turn back time he would have properly courted Liam, he would never have given the boy who had become so precious to him so much pain. He would have properly dated him. But only problem was he didn't know how. He never learnt any other true social interactions except for deceit and fake courtesy. He was Machiavellian and calculative. He learnt to smile when required, be civilised when needed. He learned to become a fox as situation demanded and turn into a ferocious wolf when the table turned. But he was never taught the language of love. He was taught to possess not pursue someone romantically. Romance was not required to succeed. Romance was an waste of emotion. He was skilled with guns not with wooing someone.

He stood under the ice cold water till he shivered, he stood under the shower till his skin wrinkled. At last when he couldn't postpone the inevitable he wrapped himself with a towel and went outside. Damien didn't want to look at Liam, he didn't want to hear Liam saying to let him go, he didn't want Liam saying that he would not be able to tolerate a monstrous person anymore. He changed into a comfortable tee and a slack and messaged Smith to cancel all his meetings for the day.

Damien looked at the boy lying on his stomach, the cellphone loosely held in his hand. His whole body trembling from aftershock of so much crying. If Liam felt Damien approaching him he didn't react to the slightest. His eyes tightly closed Liam kept on sobbing pitifully. Damien never felt more helpless in his life. He didn't feel that he deserved to console Liam when he was the cause of his pain. But he was a selfish bastard, no matter what, he wouldn't be able to let Liam go. He would do anything, change in anyway possible if Liam stayed with him. But he knew in his heart that Liam didn't want him, at least not at that moment.

Damien carefully raised the blanket and slipped under it covering Liam's bare body. He kept distance from Liam as he didn't want to agonise him further. His heart aching he closed his eyes as he let Liam cry his heart out. After a moment he felt a shift in the bed but Damien kept his eyes steadily closed. If Liam wanted to leave the room he would allow him his required space, he would allow Liam to...

Damien felt slender arms hugging him gently. A sweet smelling soft body pressing against him. His breath hitched as he felt a very wet teary kiss on his cheeks. "Thank you…" hiccuped the boy of his heart. "Thank y…you for letting me talk to my parents." Said Liam.

Damien turned towards Liam opening his eyes as he snaked his arms around Liam bringing him closer to him. He breathed in his scent bringing his face closer to the boy's neck. Liam's face was swollen and blotched, tears still leaked from his eyes. But never looked more beautiful as he laid facing Damien with a soft smile on his lips, and Damien couldn't take his eyes off him and Damien didn't know how long they laid like that facing each other.

"I am hungry," said Liam nudging Damien. "Can I have pancake again? With lots and lots of chocolate syrup? You can't say no okay? I don't want boring cereal for breakfast everyday. Tomorrow too I want pancakes," pouted the boy.

Then it hit Damien with a force. Liam wanted breakfast, he didn't want same breakfast everyday, he was planning to have breakfast with him tomorrow as well. Suddenly the room seemed brighter, the air around him lighter, he felt like the king of the world. For now, at least for now, Liam was there with him.

"You can't have pancakes everyday sweetheart" said Damien laughing as he got up pulling Liam with him. "Today yes, you may, but you need to have a healthy diet, I have seen the amount of syrup you add, you will get diabetes soon."

Liam rolled his eyes. "I am too young to have diabetes oldman" he laughed and ran at a full speed towards the bathroom before Damien could catch what he said.

'Did the brat sass at me'? Damien thought amazed. He, the Damien Bishop just got sassed by a teenager and he absolutely couldn't utter a word in retaliation.

'Ahem!' Damien schooled his expression and sighed, 'well pancake it is then, if that's what it takes to make you mine!'