Cravings

"I have a very urgent meeting to attend today," said Damien to a prettily pouting, very naked Liam. They just finished a mind blowing sex and Liam was still flushed from the multiple orgasms Damien had given him. Stretching like a cat Liam looked at Damien with an evident scowl on his face, but he didn't say anything. Damien's lips twitched in amusement. Liam was visibly unhappy that Damien was about to leave him.

Past few days Damien had been cancelling his meetings left and right without much thoughts only because the little minx had decided that he wanted to be clingy like an octopus. He sighed sadly or grumbled about being bored or looked at him mischievously, jiggling his ass making Damien instantly hard. It was as if his brain had relocated itself in his cock and the said appendage didn't need even slightest invitation to sink into Liam's supple ass. If only Liam had resisted him, Damien, this time would've backed out, he would never again take Liam against his will. But Liam himself acted like an incubus, seducing Damien to the brink of orgasming like a mere virgin whenever Liam looked at him seductively, his intentions crystal clear that he wanted to be devoured, mauled and eaten out by Damien.

But it was not all about sex. They spent their time together watching silly movies with a tub of popcorn between them or playing poker or lazily swimming in the pool or playing chess, which to Damien's surprise Liam was pretty good at. A happy Liam was entirely different from the quivering, scared mess of a boy of the first few weeks and Damien cursed himself for that. This Liam was intelligent, sassy and a little stubborn sometimes. And each day Damien looked forward to uncovering different sides of him.

Liam wore his heart at his sleeves. He was a creature devoid of deception and cruelty. Damien found himself slowly watching the the world through the teenager's eyes.

Small but significant changes already started taking root in the otherwise lifeless stone mansion. It became a common practice for at least twenty or so people to be present at the breakfast table. The guards, who Damien hardly bothered to know before, slowly started joining them at the table on Liam's insistence that they were his friends.

The usually quiet morning routine was now filled with loud jokes, silly banter and laughter and more laughter. Of course the guards were apprehensive at the beginning fearing Damien's wrath. But Damien realised no one could refuse Liam who by then knew each of them by their first name and greeted them as friends. They were equally captivated by the innocent, pure hearted boy and looked forward to spending the morning meal together. The guards kept their composure till Damien finished his breakfast and left the table and the moment he crosses the threshold of the dining room their loud booming laughter along with Liam's sunny laugh echoed through the room.

Again on Liam's insistence and excessive pouting Wednesday nights have been converted into movie night, where to Damien's horror the whole staff along with his boy watched sappy romantic movies. Damien always tried to quietly slip off from the room but inevitably, almost always he found that Liam had attached himself to him like an octopus refusing to let him go. Fridays were turned into junk food day and Sundays into NO WORK day. Damien didn't even realise when these changes took place. The guards who used to tremble on hearing his name and gave him a wide berth, now looked at him with uncertain smile, as if he was almost human. Damien didn't know or realise that how much being treated as a normal being not categorised as some sadistic, unhinged, psychotic man deeply affected his soul. Surprisingly his bloodlust and the cravings for destruction was almost non existent. He felt.... Happy?

That morning Damien pretended to ignore Liam as he lazily finished buttoning up his shirt. He watched through the corner of his eyes as the boy's scowl deepened further on being ignored, and by the time Damien reached for his suit Liam was full on glaring at him. Controlling his laughter Damien looked at Liam nonchalantly. "Be good while I am gone, and if you behave we can go out for dinner and perhaps for ice cream later," said Damien bending down to peck Liam's full red lips.

Instantly Liam melted against him, eagerly partying his lips as the innocent kiss turned into full blown snogging. It was never just enough when Liam was concerned. Damien felt the throbbing of his cock as he willed himself to part from those sinfully juicy lips. With a final peck he left the boy still naked and lips, kiss swollen and shiny. For a moment he caught the loneliness that reflected in Liam's eyes. Loneliness and something else. But Damien carefully avoided thinking about that. The meeting was truly important for him and he couldn't avoid being sidetracked.

Nope, noppity nope, he was done being charmed by Liam. He was Damien Bishop, he was fearsome, people trembled on hearing his name. He won't be swayed by the enchanting creature who was seating naked on his bed, smelling like sex and Damien himself, alluring him back to his arms. There, there, he had already closed the door, refusing to look back and pull the boy back into his arms.

'Huh! A solid progress', thought Damien, pleased with himself, though he felt a strange stirring of guilt in his stomach.

Liam was hurt, not hurt exactly, he was annoyed, well not even annoyed to be fair, he was upset.... But in the name of God, he cannot fathom the reason for his bitter mood. Damien had been a constant presence these days in his dull monotony. Liam was always fascinated by The Damien Bishop before his abduction, and after as they spent their time together he was the first hand witness of the wit and intelligence of the said man. Damien was inexplicably charming when he wanted to be. He was an expert manipulator, bending people to his command without them realising the trap they were walking into. He was charismatic, charming people into his trap luring them like a snake. He was magnanimous when rewarding someone, those loyal to him with fortune. He was empathetic when he wanted to be and ferocious when situation demanded. Damien Bishop was an enigma, a powerful being whom people feared as well as worshipped.

But that was not what Liam was attracted to. Attraction, yes, and something else which he couldn't pin point. Damien elicited an emotion that was foreign to Liam. The memory of Damien's cruelty towards him was etched deeply in his heart. Try as he might he wouldn't be able to forget that ever. But that didn't stop him from feeling restless whenever Damien was not with him. It was like Damien was his drugs and he constantly needed Damien's presence like an addict needed his fix.

As he got up from the bed to take shower he found himself lethargic as if mundane tasks like showering and eating didn't matter anymore. He was already looking at the clock anticipating Damien's return. When did the fear and hatred for Damien changed into longing and anticipation? Why was he feeling so restless? The scar in his heart was given by the same person who was slowly healing it. Was it some weird Stockholm Syndrome, where his brain some how conceived his captor as his ..... , his what? It was all so confusing. The only thing Liam knew that he was already missing Damien, that and also he was so used to being the sole attention of Damien that he didn't like being ignored.

'Not Fair' grumbled Liam. Reading books.... BORING! Watching movie.....    BORING! Pulling pranks on Luke.....Nah! Still BORING! Think Liam, think! What could he do to make sure Damien doesn't leave? What would make Damien anxious enough to not leave him alone? 'Hmmmmm! That's it!' Thought Liam, smiling mischievously.

Hazel looked at the man seated in front of her. She was nervous, but she would be foolish to show her jittery nerves to the man who radiated power. She fidgeted under the shrewd inspection of the man.

"Sit", commanded Adrian Bishop, pointing to the couch before him and Hazel felt like a specimen being inspected on under the calculating gaze of the man.

"What you are saying is not only unbelievable but also hilarious, which makes me want to believe you are somehow sent by Damien himself to fool me." Said Adrian taking a sip of his whiskey.

"Sir I...I..." gulped Hazel, a flicker of doubt already arising in her mind about her plan.

"What Hazel? Tell me how much Damien had paid you to feed me this cock and bull information? Or was the payment not in cash but in kind, perhaps a dozen twink whore to fill your slutty pussy?" Taunted Adrian.

"No... no sir, I will never betray you," said Hazel, her panic rising. "I had been faithful to you, I had been giving you all the inside informations these past few months, if Damien ever comes to know of this I don't know what will happen to me." Shuddered Hazel.

"I am telling you the truth and what you will do with this information, whether you choose to believe me or not is on you... Sir," she said, a little determined.

Andrew continued to look at her, his expression shrewd, calculating. He was a very handsome man in his late fifties. But he could be easily passed off as a forty year old.

"So..." said Adrian lifting one perfectly done brow, "you are saying that my son is so much gone for a skinny twink that he ignores his meetings to be balls deep inside him?"

"That...that is exactly what I am saying," said Hazel hastily, relieved that Adrian finally caught on.

Adrian seemed to be deep in thought. He recalled the incident of couple of months back when Damien threatened him with a gun with murderous intentions. There was a boy, yes, now that he remembered, there was sure a boy who seemed to be able to calm Damien as his said son held the boy protectively against his chest. Was that the same boy? No that was not possible. Or was it? Damien with the same flesh for months? How intriguing indeed. Was that it? Did he finally find Damien's weakness? Did the spawn of his twin who like his father took everything from him finally made a mistake of growing attachment?

"You may leave, If your information is true you will be suitably rewarded. For now keep an eye on them. Now get out!" Said Adrian watching Hazel scampering off like a mouse.

Adrian refilled his glass and sat on his chair contemplating the situation. His thoughts brought back memories, memories which he both wanted to forget and relish at the same time. He remembered the day of the engagement between Andrew and Estella, the only woman he ever fell for. Estella was glowing with happiness. People all over was congratulating her and she had a lovely blush on her beautiful skin.

Andrew was running late. He should have been there by then. Slowly the clock ticked on but there was no sign of Andrew. Twenty eight years back Andrew didn't carry a cellphone. He called Estella before leaving the house and the engagement venue was a mere twenty minutes distance from their residence. It had been two hours since then with no sign of the groom.

Estella's lovely smile turned panicked as she and her father, Mr. Bishop repeatedly tried reaching Andrew. But without a cellphone it was truly difficult. Estella waited and waited but Andrew never turned up and no one knew till date what happened to him. The happy occasion turned into mourning. Estella was sure something had happened to Andrew.

"I know him daddy," said Estella to her father, "Andrew would never betray me, we were so happy, he wouldn't leave me like this, not when he knows..." suddenly Estella stopped and looked at her father, the formidable Everard Bishop with fearful eyes. Mr. Bishop looked at her daughter with stern eyes reflecting anger. His anger turned into fire when he saw Estella's hand protecting her belly as if trying to cradle her womb.

"What have you done silly girl?" Asked Everard, his voice taking a dangerous glint.

Within a month Adrian, instead of Andrew was married to Estella in a quiet out of country ceremony. Three things happened after that. One, Adrian discarded his original surname of Salvatore and changed his name to Adrian Bishop. Second, Estella Bishop refused to be anywhere near Adrain. They were married true but there was a huge Andrew sized wall between them. Despite looking almost similar to his twin Estella looked at Adrian with cold hatred.

Third, Damien was born a full term baby after a mere six months of their marriage, a perfect carbon copy of Andrew except for his dark hair which he got from Estella.

After two years Drake, Adrian's true son was born, resultant of the forced copulation Adrian committed on Estella night after night. When Adrian first took his son in his arms he vowed that this time he wouldn't let Andrew win, he wouldn't let Damien take everything away from Drake. If needed be he would kill Damien in the same way he had killed Andrew all those years back. Bishop International was his and after him, Drake would continue his legacy. This time Andrew would not win. This time he would make certain Damien looses everything and perishes like his father.