A Friend Indeed

Rape, brutality, non existence of emotion, most importantly no true feelings while copulating, those are the summary of Damien and Liam. Brutally plucked from his life, forcing him to adjust in a palace where he was compelled to whorish life, without love, without consideration of what he felt. But why was not enough for Liam to hate Damien?

Damien, a true demonic soul, heartless, brutal, and psychopath, devoid of empathy, devoid of feelings. But why does his touch elicited feelings in Liam's nether region? Why would he ever crave touch from his rapist?

'Damien has changed' supplied Liam's mind.

'It's hilarious that you believe that' argued his conscious.

'He is not cruel to me anymore' Liam argued back.

'Cause you didn't give him the reason to be' mocked his consciousness.

'I don't know what to do, I don't understand myself anymore.'  Frustration dwindled his core like a black smoke twisting his lungs making him difficult to breathe. He was meant to spread his leg for the other man. He was meant to give himself without question but in the process of that transaction which was severely one sided Liam began to give a part of his soul. Each time Damien took his body, gave him an orgasm, looked into his eyes as if he was not a merely a warm body he was using, Liam lost a little of himself. Despite knowing how moronic he sounded he felt drawn to Damien, cherished his company, relished in his touches. His heart beat with irregular rhythm whenever Damien was in his proximity.

Now confused and worried about his feelings he sought to the only person he felt closer to, Smith. Strangely Smith was someone with unfiltered mouth, obnoxiously loud and extremely observant with sparkling intelligent eyes. It was a real mystery how he managed to maintain his position as the secretary of the most dangerous man who didn't tolerate any disrespect and disobedience.

With few years between themselves it was easier to bond with the man who was always open and welcoming with him. He desperately wanted a guidance and there was none better than the man who spent most of the time with Damien.

At the sound of approaching foot steps Liam looked up and saw Smith coming towards him, his arms loaded with box of a very large pizza and a tray holding two translucent cups of something liquid. Liam smiled at his friend and got up to help him the smell of oregano and rosemary hitting his nose as his stomach gave an appreciative growl.

"Hey kiddo! Did I make you wait for a long time?" Said Smith smiling brightly at him.

"You are forgiven," said Liam returning his smile as he took a huge bite of the pizza slice. They were currently in his room, or Damien's to be honest, sitting on the floor and eating pizza like two friends chilling on a normal day and for sometime they kept quiet, each concentrating on the food they were eating.

Smith didn't want to rush Liam, so he pretended not to notice as the boy fidgeted and was beginning to tense up as they were nearing to the end of their meal. Shoving the last piece at his mouth Smith took a sip from the milkshake he brought along. Carefully wiping his mouth he turned to the nervous boy beside him.

"Tell me what is bothering you Liam, I want to help you, you said you wanted to talk to me." He coaxed gently.

At his word Smith watched as a lovely red hue spread through the boy's cheek, slowly spreading to his ears and neck. He opened his mouth to say something several times but each time he closed his mouth. Liam was looking everywhere but at Smith.

"What is it L...." Smith started

"I think...I think I like Damien" Liam blurted out and then he closed his eyes tightly as if mortified by his own admission.

Smith was not surprised. He didn't think Liam would be brave enough to admit blatantly. But it would be a lie if he didn't anticipate the reason for Liam's inner turmoil. When he said to Damien earlier that Liam wanted to talk about his feelings for Damien he was just trying to escape from the tense situation but now that Liam was sitting in front of him with red face, eyes tightly closed, with a defeated expression he felt weirdly satisfied. Wisely he chose to remain silent allowing Liam to compose his thoughts.

Liam waited for Smith to laugh at him, to mock him for being so foolish as to fall for his abuser, to tell him that he was being utterly idiot to even consider something like that. But none of it came from the other end, in fact Smith was absolutely silent. Did he shock the man so much that he had lost his ability to speak? He doubted that because Smith was the biggest chatterbox he had ever encountered in his short 17 years lifespan. Slowly he peeled open his eyes one after the other and looked at Smith who was looking at him with a knowing smirk.

"Wha...what?" He asked flabbergasted.

"Well... you tell me Liam, I am here to listen to you, don't worry whatever you say will remain between us. I won't ever judge you." Said Smith encouragingly.

"I don't know what to say," said Liam sulking like a petulant child. Now that he had said what was bothering him and didn't get mocked in return he felt light and relieved and along with that feeling, came back his earlier sour mood.

Contrary to his nature Smith remain silent allowing the other boy to gather his thoughts and sure enough Liam started to speak. It was like a floodgate had opened and Liam in no time unloaded all his confusing thoughts to Smith. He told him about his insecurities in not knowing what Damien thought about him, his feeling of loneliness whenever Damien was not around him, his elation whenever Damien gave him his whole attention. He tried to express his self degrading thoughts about his own emotions. He couldn't for the love of God understand how could he ever crave someone who had made him his captive. He was not a masochist, he never liked the pain and shuddered at the thought of his past experiences with Damien and yet his heart acted as if all those abuse didn't happen at all. As if it was someone else who took those pain not him, someone else who delivered those pain not Damien.

Damien of 5 months back and Damien of the present are almost like two different people sharing the same body. He had fallen for the witty, intelligent Damien. He had fallen for the Damien who was gentle with him, who touched Liam like he was the only thing mattered, looked at him like he was the centre of his universe, gave him anything and everything he wanted, except for his freedom. Sighing Liam realised freedom was something he had not thought for the last few days. "What does that say for me?" He asked Smith, his voice shaking as he tried to keep his tears of frustration at bay.

"He tortured me, pretended to kill my best friend, took me against my will, degraded me in every possible way. But now that he show me a little kindness I am almost smitten with him. Why is that? What kind of an idiot falls for his abuser?" Said Liam hiccuping, his voice coming out raw and husky from continuous speaking.

Smith sighed, he could feel the terrible turmoil of the boy's mind. He could feel how confused he was, how he chastised himself for giving in. But he needed to understand he was up against Damien Bishop, master of manipulation and lies. What chance did a naive 17 year old had against the master of the game? But one thing even confused Smith. Why had Damien even bothered with this level of manipulation? He already got Liam within his grasp with no way out. So why bother to act like a lover not a captor? He had seen with his own eyes that Damien had changed. He truly looked at Liam like he was his personal Sun. There was literally nothing Damien was not ready to comply with if Liam prettily pouted or worked his magic with his big doe like eyes. Could it be true that Damien had also fallen for Liam? Did the Sadistic motherfucker finally got tamed? That too by a naive boy who knew nothing about his world?

'Hmmm....interesting', thought Smith. If he recalled correctly Damien did act different now a days. There was always a dark suffocating aura surrounding Damien. Wherever he went it was as if he sucked out the light from the surrounding, shrouding the entire place with his black disposition. Was Liam the light which finally shred through the darkness? Was it possible that Damien was falling too? Was the timid, shy boy enough to warm the icy cold heart of the Demon King? Only time would be the best judge of it. He only hoped Liam could come out of it unscathed. He had already developed a soft corner for Liam. He would hate to see him get destroyed in the process of taming the beast.

"What do you want Liam?" He asked. "These feelings are not only on you dear. It is not only your burden to take. You need to find out if Damien feels the same way about you. You need to be sure before you fall deeper."

"How, how can I be sure if Damien really likes me back? How can I know that he doesn't take me just as a pet but someone he could share even an ounce of his feelings with." He was sounding pathetic even to himself. He was ready to be contended with even a scrap of Damien's proclivity.

"Test him," said Smith in a sharp tone so unlike his usual carefree ways. "Let him prove himself to you. Let him be worthy of your love." He continued eyes sparkling with determination. "I will help you, Damien is not the only master manipulator darling boy."