There were loud footsteps on the path to the doorway before the door opened, and in came Beauty's father, looking upset and bedraggled, but carrying a beautiful rose.
Beauty is brushing his hair in front of his mirror, humming quietly to himself. "Father!" he cries, going to embrace the other. "Are you alright?" he pricks himself on the rose without seeing it.
"Yes, I'm alright." he sighed.
Beauty looks at his bleeding hand, licking a drop of blood away. "You look tired...sit..." he guides his father to a chair.
"No, I have to leave soon. And you're coming with me." he groaned.
"What do you mean, papa? You said I was too young to travel with you. And you just got home; you can't go so soon!"
"We have to, Beauty. You're going to have to stay somewhere else for awhile."
"I don't understand!" he's starting to sound sulky. "...are you sending me away? Am I to be wed?"
"In a way, perhaps." he sighed. "It's in trade for the rose."
Beauty stares at the rose incomprehendingly. "...it's for me."
"Yes... but since I picked it, I owed the... owner of the garden."
"We can afford to buy a rose, papa. We could buy the whole bush. The whole estate! Please...just tell me what's happened."
"I can't explain, Beauty. Just get your things."
"No." This is the first time Beauty has disobeyed his beloved, doting father. "Not until I understand."
"I... he's a powerful man." his father looked afraid.
Beauty frowns, watching his father's reaction. Without another word, he goes to his room and packs: clothing, his brush, a small mirror, and some plush toys.
His father sighs, sitting at their table. He'd brought nothing home for Beauty's brothers, and the only gift he'd brought was costing more than he'd expected.
Beauty soon comes back down, lugging a large bag. "I'm ready to go..." he says in a tiny voice.
"Alright." he murmurs, hugging his youngest son.
*
Beauty stares up at the towers of the massive house. He would almost call it a castle; it's even bigger than his home. Fridhtened and alone for the first time in his life, he hauls his bag to the door. After a moment's hesitation, he knocks.
The door opened, and a giant figure loomed over him.
Beauty gasps, startled into dropping his bag, almost tripping over it. With no idea what's going on or why he's there, he says, as politely as he can, "Good day, sir. I'm Beauty...you bade my father bring me here?"
"Yes. You're to live here now. Your room is upstairs." he closed the door behind Beauty.
Beauty blinks at him, clutching his bag for comfort. "Please, sir...papa wouldn't tell me...why am I here?"
"Your father stole a rose from my garden. So I stole a rose from his." teeth gleamed from the almost animalistic face.
Beauty blushes without knowing why; the man's expression seems to make it appropriate. "...it must be a very valuable rose. I'm papa's youngest, the only one still living at home. He has no one to care for him now..." Beauty sniffs back tears.
"He has your brothers." the tall man looks down at him. "Put your things in your room." he had a strange, archaic accent, as if he wasn't used to speaking.
Beauty looks from his heavy bag to the long flights of stairs. He starts dragging it along, trying not to look at the large, frightening man.
Beast watched the slender male climb the stairs, going to the kitchen.
Not sure what else to do, and exhausted by the trek, Beauty flops on his new bed, a few tears rolling down his cheeks.
The taller man stripped some meat from the carcass of a rabbit, chewing the muscle thoughtfully.
Beauty cries himself to sleep, draped across the bed, pale hair falling over his face, moving softly with each breath.
The man downstairs finished gnawing at his meal, then went to his own bedroom, the master bedroom right next to Beauty's room.
**
Beauty is woken by the sun from a restless sleep. Sitting up, he finds himself not at home for the first time in his life, calling noisily for his father.
A strange figure appeared in his doorway. "Are you alright?" the dark lilting voice asked.
"Where's...oh." Beauty visibly crumples, remembering where he is. "...I'm sorry if I woke you."
"I was already awake."
Beauty smiles, his face lighting up with the expression. "Oh. That's good. Is breakfast ready?"
"I... don't know what you'd like to eat." he admitted.
"...um...I usually have eggs, and bread, and milk." Beauty senses that the strange sentence is even stranger than it appears.
"I have eggs." he said. "We can find more things for you today."
Beauty nods, assuming the conversation is finished. He fishes a book out of his bag, settling in to read until his breakfast is brought to him.
"Come." Beast ordered him.
Beauty peers at him over the edge of the book. "...pardon me?" he says with aristocratic bewilderment.
"Don't you want to eat?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.
The boy nods. "The servants will bring breakfast up..."
"There are no servants."
"Then...who cooks? Who cleans?" Beauty is completely aghast, and still hasn't gotten up.
"I do." Beast raised an eyebrow.
"...oh." This makes sense to Beauty; of course such a coarse man as this would not be the master of such a place. "Will I meet your master today?" he asks in his polite servant-voice.
"I am alone here. I am the master." Beast growled. His dark hair framed his growl ominously.
Beauty flushes, then pales, giving a little squeak of fear at the growl, vanishing under the blankets.
"Get up." he ordered.
The lump twitches, making a little annoyed, "hmph!" Beauty's head pops out. "I will not be spoken to that way..." he says, as firmly as he can.
"Up." he snarled, leaving.
Beauty shakes his head rather patronizingly, going back to his book.
Five minutes later, the other man came back upstairs, threw off the blankets and picked up Beauty, taking him downstairs.
Beauty thrashes, thoroughly miffed by now. "What are you doing? Put me down, at once!"
"You want to eat, you'll have to make your own breakfast." he growled, dropping him when they got to the kitchen.
"I can hardly be expected to do that!" says the Beauty-heap. "Really," he continues, standing, "I don't know who you think you are, but my father is a very wealthy man. He will not stand for me being mistreated."
"Your father couldn't pay for the rose any other way than to sell you into slavery, boy." the tall man leaned over him, ominously.
Beauty takes a step back, bumping into a counter behind him, looking horrified. "My father would never...he can afford to pay for a stupid rose!" Beauty is visibly shaking.
Beast loomed over him, putting a hand on either side of the counter around Beauty, but not quite touching him. "Your father isn't as rich as you seem to think, Beauty." he hissed. "You're mine."
"N-no! That's impossible!" Beauty bursts into tears, looking increasingly panicked as he finds himself trapped, in more ways than one.
"I won't abuse that." he murmured, dark, archaic voice almost warm. "I won't kill you, boy. But I do expect you to care for yourself. And to do as I tell you."
Beauty continues to sob helplessly, unable to even move. He half-swoons, falling into the dark man's chest.
Beast picks the boy up gently, sitting him on the counter. He gets a handful of snow from outside, crushing it in his hands to cool them, placing his cold hands on Beauty's face.
"Ah..." surprise and gentle pleasure slow his sobs enough for him to murmur. "Please, just kill me. I hate this place. I want to go home."
"You've only been here one night, Beauty." the man murmured, pressing his cold fingers to Beauty's cheeks. "You'll learn to like it."
"No, never..." but he's leaning into the touch, his still youthfully small cock hardening.
Beast could see the boy's arousal, practically taste it. He groaned slightly, removing his hands and turning away. He couldn't frighten this boy away. Not now.
Beauty, afraid he upset the large man, stands, gently placing a hand on the other's side. "I'm sorry...father always told me to honor a debt..."
"Thank you, Beauty. I will help you with breakfast, if you like." Beast offered, keeping his back to the feminine male. His arousal was too large not to notice.
"...thank you..." Beauty had forgotten about food. "...what should I call you?"
"...I don't have a name, but your father called me Beast."
Taken aback, Beauty murmurs, "...is that what you would have me call you?" he becomes aware of his erection, turning away with a blush.
"You may call me whatever you wish." he murmured, getting some eggs from the counter. "I... don't know how you like them."
"Umm...fried? Boiled? ...could you excuse me a moment?" still flushed, he wants to get rid of his little pants-tent.
"Of course." he nodded. He rummaged around in his dusty kitchen, blowing the dust and cobwebs out of a small pot and filling it with snow. He lit a fire in his little stove, putting the eggs in.
Beauty retreats to a nearby room, jerking himself off quickly and soundlessly, eyes and mouth wide. He leans against a wall for a minute, recovering.
Beast groaned slightly as he smelled the boy's cum, tasted his lust, heard his almost inaudible gasps of pleasure. His already erect cock grew even further. He ignored it, steadily, growling
After a few minutes, Beauty returns, smiling, if a little languidly. "...do you know how to cook?"
"Very little." he admitted, body a bit stiff, trying to keep his need in check.
"...me neither. Why haven't you any servants?" Beauty, of course, doesn't count himself as one.
"I do now." the tall man looked down at Beauty.
Beauty looks behind himself, then frowns. "...who? I don't...oh..." he laughs, delicately and charmingly. "Very witty."
Beast raises an eyebrow. "You're mine now. You will do as I tell you. And if you disobey, I will punish you, Beauty."
Beauty shakes his head, smiling. "Now, really. That's absurd. I'm the son of a wealthy land owner. I'm hardly a peasant or slave. I will not be treated like one." He crosses his arms resolutely.
"You're nothing anymore, Beauty. You're mine. You're nothing unless I say you are." Beast's voice reached a low growl
"Ah..." sighs Beauty, turning to run, frightened and lost.
Beast catches the small male by the hair, pulling him back against his chest and putting an arm around his thin body. "Don't run from me."
Beauty thrashes, screaming with pain and fear, getting more and more frantic as he tries to escape.
Beast snarls, digging his dark fingernails into Beauty's shoulders and chest. "Stay still!" he snapped
Beauty screams again, skin tearing as he blindly, panicking, tries to flee, his rational mind giving way to pure, terrified instinct.
Beast pushed the other against the counter, pinning him with one hand on his throat, the other on the counter, clawing deep into the wood. "Beauty." he snarled, his voice more of a wolf's growl than a human's words. He tightened his fingers around Beauty's throat, forcing the boy to look up at him.
The boy is sobbing, pushing feebly at Beast, doubtless only exciting him more.
"Your name suits you, did you know that?" Beast bared his jagged teeth down at the boy, laughing. "I think you do. I noticed that you brought a mirror with your things." he lifted the other by the throat, fingernails digging into the skin. A few trickles of blood slid down Beauty's throat.
"...ahhh..." Beauty moans, shaking his head. He barely understands the words anymore; the world has narrowed to his fear.
Beast kisses the boy roughly, teeth grazing the other's soft lips, drawing blood.
Beauty has never been kissed, and at first recoils, especially as he tastes blood and it hurts. He feels himself stiffening, and doesn't altogether mind being pressed, helpless, against the huge man.
The other man groans softly, shifting his hands so that he's no longer strangling Beauty, and is pressing him closer to his chest and ..other, rather erect areas.
Beauty sighs, melting into the other's hands, still sobbing freely. "...please don't hurt me," he whispers. ...his cock seems to say otherwise.
Beast bites the other's lower lip, but gently, not piercing it completely. He trails sloppy biting kisses down the other's cheek and jaw to his neck, struggling not to fasten his teeth too deeply.
Beauty is moaning freely now, bucking a little. His head us flung back, arching his neck into pretty vulnerability.
Beast tore the other's shirt a little, exposing his pale chest. He kissed it, lips fastening over the already erect nipple. He ran his tongue over it before piercing straight through the skin with his teeth. As he did, he squeezed the other's hips sharply, nails digging in. Beauty's trousers now had tears down the thighs.
Beauty screams again, a little more groggily this time. His breathing is shallow and rapid, as though he's near fainting. He clings desperately to his captor.
As he licked up the blood from Beauty's nipple, Beast's large hands trailed up Beauty's now exposed thighs and hips, slowly working inward towards the boy's erection.
Beauty gazes up at him, blue eyes huge with still-unshed tears. He had overheard stableboys and other such lowlifes talking about pretty boys being done like women, but had never truly considered the possibility until now.
One of Beast's large hands wrapped around Beauty's erection, running his fingers over it. His lips were still exploring the damaged and aching nipple.
Beauty cries out, not exactly in pain. He's never been touched like this by anyone else, and has no idea what to expect. He tries to draw his wounded, heaving chest away.
Beast allows him to retreat slightly, tearing at the material keeping Beauty's cock from being exposed.
The boy sighs with relief, shaking all over now, lips quivering temptingly.
Beast pulls the other into another kiss by his hair, now stroking him quickly.
Beauty comes very quickly, almost afraid to prolong the unexpected. Coming, he knows.
Beast licks some of the boy's cum off his hand, watching him with dark, animalistic eyes.
Beauty sinks toward the floor, eyes still rolled upward, mouth agape. "...thank you..." he manages at last.
Beast smirks down at him. "I'm not finished with you, pet."
"...not a pet..." he murmurs blearily, staring up from the floor.
Beast scooped him up, carrying him to a dusty couch and tossing him down. He stripped his own clothing. Beast's hair was entirely black except for a small patch of white on his chest, and naked he seemed even more animalistic. A short black tail was revealed when he was nude.
Beauty peers up at the tail, bewildered. "...is that...? What...?"
Beast flips the small boy over, straddling his body.
Beauty writhes at the feeling of Beast's cock pressed against him, a little frightened again. "...what are you going to do?"
"Be quiet, Beauty." he murmured, pressing closer to the other's entrance. He brushed his cock against the tight ring of muscle, pressing against it.
"Ah!" Beauty cries, struggling as best he can, truly afraid now. "Please! I'm not a woman! I...I don't want...please, no..."
"You're not a woman. You're mine." Beast growled softly, slowly forcing his way into the boy's virgin ass.
Beauty screams, high and frantic, over and over, tears streaming down his cheeks, blood trickling between his...other cheeks as he thrashes desperately. His struggles slowly cease to frantic breathing and quiet sobs.
Beast waited until he was completely sheathed before practically ripping his cock free, pulling back and thrusting in again just as quickly.
The world spins for a moment, the edges going dark, then white, as Beauty's voice gives out from screaming.
Beast finishes quickly, half-collapsing on Beauty.
He picks up the unconscious boy after a few panting seconds, carrying him upstairs to his bed. He brings bandages and wraps him carefully, trying his best to take care of the wounds in awkward places.
Beauty, rather squashed but unable to even speak about it, allows the dark to claim him...
He picks up the unconscious boy after a few panting seconds, carrying him upstairs to his bed. He brings bandages and wraps him carefully, trying his best to take care of the wounds in awkward places.
Beauty comes to, not long after, terribly thirsty, hurt and afraid. "Papa? I had a nightmare..."
The only answer he gets is a sleepy groan and a shift of the warm body next to his. He's wrapped in something... furry.
"...Luka?" he murmurs, thinking that his family dog has found his way into bed.
The tail curled around him tightly, and a hand slid back to grace his scratched hip.
Beauty shrieks, almost falling out of the bed. The movement stretches his hurt ass, making him moan.
Beast growled softly, rolling so he could pick Beauty up by his wrist, pulling him back onto the bed. "Just rest."
Beauty nods, remembering where he is. Still frightened, he nestles against his captor, crying a little.
"Don't cry." he chuckled, wiping the other's tears away gently.
The boy pulls his face away, body still desperately nestled. "...it's your fault."
"Is it now?" he smirked, brushing Beauty's soft hair with his large hands. "Here, drink this." he reached over to the bedside table, handing Beauty a glass.
Beauty drains it in his thirst, retching violently; he's never been allowed alcohol.
Beast sighs, taking the glass back. "Not so quickly, next time."
Beauty nods, quite quickly and suddenly drunk. It dulls the pain and loosens his tongue. Sitting up on the bed, he crosses his arms over his bare, naked chest, glaring at the other. "Your fault. Not a woman. Not a pet. Not yours! Take me home! Now!" his voice gets increasingly shrill.
Beast slaps him across the face, the sheer weight of his hand enough to knock the slender male back against the pillows.
The boy cries out, sinking into the pillows, staring up at Beast in wordless horror, his hand flying to his face.
"You are mine. You are my pet. Anything I choose to do with you, I may." Beast said calmly. "Would you like some water?"
Beauty shakes his head, frozen with fear and silent, frustrated rage.
Beast chuckles, laying back in the pillows, black hair and tail spilt like ink across the white sheets.
Beauty rolls suddenly off the bed, bolting for the door, a pale, naked streak.
Beast smirked, letting him go. The boy would get nowhere. The house was a maze in itself, and the snow was starting to come down hard outside. Naked, Beauty wouldn't be able to leave.
Beauty runs through the house for what seems like hours without finding a door that leads outside (using a window doesn't occur to him) Finally, exhausted, he curls up on a thick rug, crying himself to sleep.
