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Hi, my name is Damien
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 | [11-XX] Black Widow |
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| Created: 2009-05-14 10:00:11 |
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A/N: The end. (: Enjoy.
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11.
Damien stared at the older man, held tilted to the side. He put down his wine glass and sat back in his eyes, eyes cold and observatory.
“I think it’s time for you to leave old man,” Damien said, taking another cigarette and lighting it. “You know where the door is.”
“Have I struck a nerve, Princess?”
Damien laughed, tilting his head. “Don’t flatter yourself, Gabriel. You don’t hold sway over me anymore.” He lazily eyed his old mentor, before he stood and swept across the room towards the door. He felt Gabriel’s lecherously appreciative gaze follow his movements as he pulled open the door.
“You have outstayed your welcome,” he smiled darkly.
But Gabriel wasn’t about to give in to an old student. So he stood also, prowled over to the door and slammed it shut, propelling Damien’s body into it an effectively pinning him against the cool wood, gripping his wrists above Damien’s head. Damien was a little breathless from the shock and quickness of the movement; he had been given no chance to react. His cigarette fell to the floor, crushed underfoot.
He looked up at Gabriel, who was still a little taller then himself. He hid how this position made him feel like he had regenerated back into his fifteen year old self. He hid it well, but perhaps not well enough to an expert reader like Gabriel, for he smirked.
“I don’t think you as in control of yourself as you wish,” he sneered and Damien’s expression was unpleasant.
“Let go of me Gabriel,” he said slowly, warningly, “I do not have the time for your pathetic little games.” He moved his wrists a little against the shackles of knuckle and flesh. He hated this. He was restrained, and his control was slipping. He could feel the familiar feeling of slight nervous fear bubbling up. He felt like he was fifteen again in the face of a much stronger eighteen year old, whose cruelty suffered no bounds. He could remember the sting of brutal pain. He felt like a child and he hated that because he wasn’t. He was twenty six, he was stronger then that pathetic image of himself.
He wasn’t about to be beaten once again by the same man. His pride would not be bruised so severely again.
“You’re still weak Princess,” Gabriel sneered, eyes roving around Damien’s disinterested expression and dead eyes as they focused on him. He pressed his body closer to Damien’s lithe frame, his lips so close to Damien’s that they brushed lightly when he spoke. Damien didn’t turn away like he would when he was a child; instead he let Gabriel continue his little rant, biding his time.
And that time came when Gabriel kissed him, forceful and harsh. Damien rolled his eyes, wondering how he could’ve possibly been attracted to this man. He was a looker, but he was kiss was hardly the best Damien had ever experienced. And Damien let him; he didn’t kiss back but waited for Gabriel to demand that he parted his lips. And when time came Damien did, only to then bite down hard, his sharp teeth latching on sensitive muscle.
Gabriel made a muffled sound of surprise, his grip on Damien’s wrists lightening. Damien used this to wrench his hands away and, as a reward, released Gabriel’s tongue. Smirking darkly, he shoved Gabriel away, malice glittering in his eyes.
“Did that hurt, Kitten?” He drawled, as Gabriel stared at him, tasting blood. He raised an eyebrow at the nickname before he straightened and grinned.
“So this is how it’s only to be is it? You know I’ll win.”
“Somehow I doubt that,” Damien replied. “You see, I know all your tricks, I was with you for three years before I left. And yet you know none of mine.” So the bet was set. Whoever could bring the other to his knees first was the winner. If Damien were to lose, he knew that Gabriel would be merciless. If Damien were to win, however, he would enact some childish form of revenge before sending the older man in his way.
“But we are such similar creatures, Princess, that I’m sure you will be predictable.” Damien’s eyes flashed before he smiled.
“Predictable? How is your tongue, still tasting your own blood?” His eyes glinted. “If I really were predictable you would’ve seen that one coming and not tried to kiss me.” He paused, moving across the room and perching on the end of the desk. “Did you really think I’d make it that easy for you again?”
Gabriel marched over, leaning over Damien, his hands either side of Damien’s thighs on the desk. “You were always such a whxre.” Gabriel sneered. “You will always be easy for me.” Damien smiled, sitting forward.
“Now that’s were your mistaken, Gabriel,” Damien purred sensually, “you see, as I have told you many a time, I’ve changed. I’m not a fifteen year old fuelled by testosterone and any old pxrvert just doesn’t do anymore.” Gabriel raised an eyebrow, wondering just what game Damien was employing. His acid tone had been dropped in favour for a more alluring one and the way he moved as almost as if he was trying to seduce, but his words held that same venom. Gabriel smiled. He was impressed.
Damien’s eyes were searching, probing, waiting for Gabriel to make some kind of move. This wasn’t a physical battle, but a battle of wits, a mind game and the rules weren’t set. They shifted and morphed, and Damien was waiting to see how Gabriel would counteract. All he needed was an opportunity to act and he would win, leaving Gabriel bound and tied beneath him, voiceless and beaten.
The student would surpass the mentor.
The older gentleman leaned closer, much like they were before, but Damien had the freedom to move away, not that he would. “But I’m not an old pxrvert and I am not just anyone. I am the only person who can get under your skin; I am the only one who can control you. I am the only one you really, truly crave.”
Damien shifted thoughtfully, smiling before leaning forward. His cool cheek was light against Gabriel’s as he whispered seductively in the other mans’ ear. “And I am the only one who will no longer fall under your hand, I am the one who you can no longer dominate and I am the one you so badly want but cannot have. After all, weren’t you the one who came to me and not the other way around?”
Anger flashed in those dark green eyes and he reacted instantly. Damien found his back pressed onto the desk, the older man leaning over him as one hand curled around throat. His breathing was alleviated, but the rest of him remained calm and collected. It wasn’t the first time he had been in this same position after all. He felt the fingers flex and he closed his eyes for a brief moment before opening them again.
“Well, wasn’t that a little rude?” Damien asked, his voice a little throatier then usual due to the slow squeezing of Gabriel’s fingers.
“Don’t toy with me boy,” Gabriel hissed. Damien just shifted slightly, very aware of a pen digging into his back as his hand shifted, moving to fiddle with the drawer of the desk. “And what do you think you are doing?”
“Just getting something to make this a little more interesting,” he answered in that s’exily guttural tone, smirking knowingly. Gabriel looked suspicious. He knew Damien wouldn’t give up this quickly after all that bravado, so what was he planning?
There was a metallic sounding clink and moving as quickly as Gabriel had, Damien clasped the handcuff around the hand that was at his throat and wrenched the other wrist to fit into the other circle. Gabriel looked down in surprise, before smirking and releasing Damien freely, who coughed slightly, before he looked up.
“It’s always good to be prepared,” he chuckled, before using his leg to take out Gabriel’s knee and cause him to lose balance. He grabbed something else out of his desk, a long silk slip, and using his foot against Gabriel’s shoulder as he struggled to get back up, Damien shoved the older gentleman to the floor.
Damien then stood, smiling to himself as he kept his foot on that shoulder. Gabriel was looking venomous.
“I think your age is getting to you,” Damien chuckled maliciously. “You’re not as fast as you used to be. Shame. I was hoping this would last a little longer. It’s been entertaining.” Damien sat astride Gabriel’s lap. “I remember doing this to someone not too long ago, in this exact spot ––hence the reason for the handcuffs and silk –– but it wasn’t as fun as this.” Gabriel’s hands moved to shove Damien away, but because of their bound nature, Damien caught the movement easily. “Naughty, naughty,” he whispered darkly. He looked around the room and, keeping a firm hold on Gabriel he dragged the chair over and, after momentarily unlocking the handcuffs, trapped the link of the cuffs around the chair leg.
Damien then returned to the silk he had left beside him and effectively gagged the man beneath him before smirking. He looked down at his old mentor. He leant forward, his long fingers tracing the silk between Gabriel’s teeth, before he muttered in Gabriel ear, “I win.”
12.
Jay and Kate left pretty sharp-ish, the look in Damien’s eyes had screamed danger and loathing and neither of them had wanted to be on the receiving end on his consequential anger.
“Who was that?” Jay asked once they were safe outside, in the warmth of the sun. The crowds of the street were heaving, the crush of eh city unavoidable even here, down the lesser known backstreets of London.
Kate sighed. “That…That was Gabriel, one of Damien’s ex’s,” she explained simply, but offered no other information. Jay studied her expression. Her eyes screamed a mirroring sense of loathing that Damien’s had, hinting towards a shared secret concerning that ruggedly good-looking man.
“Why would Damien feel so angered to see his ex?” Jay wondered, eyes fixed on Kate. He wanted answers. He wanted to know. Damien was an enigma that he refused to allow to remain mystery. He would allow Damien to reopen any wounds he wanted and inflict worse just as long as he got to know him, just as long as he was able to figure him out. Kate stayed quiet, leading the younger man into a nearby Starbucks.
“He is Damien’s ex from when he was fifteen” she explained, knowing by now that Jay wasn’t one to give up when there was information at hand. Especially when it involved Damien so personally. The boy was a strange one. “Say any of this to him, and I will not hesitate on worsening any violence he will inflict upon you. But Damien wasn’t always in control; I have told you before that he is running away from a past. Gabriel is that past. In a sense, Gabriel shaped him into what he is today. If Gabriel hadn’t have come into the scene, Damien would still have been one into the kink and control and domination, but his hunger for it wouldn’t be so extreme. He would be more normal.” She sighed. “He would be more like the Damien I once knew and adored.” Jay’s eyebrows shot up at this admission and Kate smiled wryly. “I have never been immune to his charms you know, and when I was younger, I did adore him. I still do, but I know what he does to people and I keep me distance. He wouldn’t do anything with me anyway; I’m too closely related to his past.”
There was a thoughtful silence. Jay was staring pensively into his mug. HE caught the implications of Kate explanation, but it felt strange to see Damien as someone in a submissive position. He seemed so suited to dominating, he knew from experience. It was an experience he wasn’t about to forget any time soon. It had been a whirlwind of emotions, but rather then warn him away with his tail between his legs, it was instead like a drug.
Jay found himself craving more.
Kate watched him knowingly. “You want him, even after what he done to you, you still want him.” She shook her head. “You’re one of a kind, kid. I mean, he must’ve been pretty brutal on you too, more so then usual as he was probably in a bad mood, and you still want him. Even the hardest masochist wouldn’t be able to handle that, I swear.”
Jay smiled and shrugged. “Never mind.”
“Do you hurt?”
“Well yeah, Damien had been prodding his inflictions every dxmn chance he got,” he replied, sipping his coffee, but insanely he didn’t sound angry, only amused. And Kate was seeing this boy in a new light, one that showed him as mature, grounding and perhaps what Damien needed. But Damien wasn’t one for love or companionship, not for anything more lasting then a night time of s’ex. Not recently, long relationships with Damien are rare. He has only had one since leaving Gabriel, and even then he would play away from home, bored with that same one person.
“How do you feel about Damien?” Kate asked, leaning over the table a little, eyes scrutinizing, probing. Jay was startled by the question; he hadn’t expected Kate to ask such a thing. She seemed so intent to warn him off that he didn’t think she would even consider asking a question that could encourage his curiosity further.
He shrugged. “I’m not entirely sure…” he confessed, sounding a little perplexed. “They are…mixed.” Kate nodded slowly, understanding his sentiments exactly. She felt the same. At times she completely adored the dark man, and other times she was obscenely repulsed and loathed him. He was the only man she knew who could draw such conflicting, intense emotions from her in such a way.
“Okay. My warnings have fallen on deaf ears, I get that. I cannot dissuade you from whatever lunacy you have but I can tell you one thing.” She paused to sip her latte, before she locked his gaze, eyes piercing. “Damien is poison. And I have never known him to love anything. He never has and I highly doubt that he ever will.”
13.
The gallery was crowded by the usual suspects of Goths and amateurs and admirers. Damien wove through them. Gabriel could still be on the floor of his office at the set, Damien didn’t know. He had simply left, leaving the key on the desk for him to free himself. He was pretty certain the man wouldn’t return after being so humiliated in the face of his student, but that wasn’t the most pressing issue on his mind.
“Mr Hart.” He glanced up, looking at one of the men he had hired to run the gallery when he was absent. “We have had quite a few offers for some of your works from various…” He trailed off when he realised Damien wasn’t listening.
“I’ll look them over later, leave everything on my desk and clear everyone out.”
“But sir it’s ––.”
“Do you want to keep your job, Mr Franks?” The man nodded. “Then do as I say, or find yourself jobless,” Damien hissed. He then turned, weaving through the visitors, his head down in order to avoid any more interruptions. He wasn’t in the mood to play nice with his admirers this evening. He threw his coat over the back of the chair upon entering his study, fishing out a cigarette and lighting it agitatedly. He was pacing, because yes, Gabriel had struck a cord. Struck a sensitive cord that threatened to unravel everything he believed. He had avoided looking at himself deeply, seriously, because deep down he knew that it was the truth. But he had been so successful in hiding anything even remotely human beneath layers of self-destructive protection that he had avoided it for so long.
But Gabriel had reopened ancient wounds, gashes of damaged pride and lacerations of deep rooted uneasiness across the delicate fabric of his sanity. Gabriel had been right, he had forged the Damien of today through his treatment and, yes, Damien was like him.
Damien had known this all a long but now he was being forced to fully understand and comprehend it and he loathed it. He didn’t want to realise. Ignorance is bliss in most cases, and Damien was somewhat content in his shield. He didn’t want to destroy it, because he needed that kick that his style of domination gave him. He needed it like a drug addict needed their smack.
For the first item in along Damien was unsure what to do with himself. He barely acknowledged Mr Franks as he slipped in and hastily deposited the documents Damien had required and scuttled out again. He had barely noticed when he had smoked his cigarette down to the filter, and almost burnt his hand in lighting another because now he had an inner conflict raging.
His more human emotions were seeping and oozing from the box he had kept them locked in, infecting his once detached state of mind with morality and values and right and wrongs. His addiction and cravings fought against these newly recovered ethics. These was what he had been trying, and successfully, evading for the past eight or so years.
He didn’t want this. He wanted to carry on as usual, getting want he wanted and twisting the innocent for his morbid entertainment. Without that hold, he wouldn’t be Damien any more. He would be someone completely different. He didn’t wan tot be different. He didn’t want to change. He had changed enough to accommodate Gabriel, he wasn’t about to do that again.
“Fxck…” he cursed, rubbing his forehead tiredly. It hurt, it was pounding and aching. He let his eyes close for a moment, attempting to combat the upsurge of humanity to his system. He wasn’t ready for this.
He leant against the desk, determined to settle him self and quiet the screaming in his head. He wasn’t going to let Gabriel affect him in such a way. With the familiar, more comfortable felling of soft determination, Damien breathed steadily, his cigarette smoking lazily, ignored between his fingers. The gentle fingers of his control threaded through his mind, reining in the unwanted unruly emotions. If Damien was the master of anything, it was himself.
Slowly he pulled the unwanted emotions away, locked them up once again to deal with later when he didn’t feel like his head was about to explode. He frowned, searching through his drawers for some form of paracetamol but his search was useless. His box of pain meds was empty. He chuckled, distant memories causing him to laugh darkly and shake his head.
Below he heard the gallery doors open and a peer over the stairs told him it was Anne. She looked up, and nodded.
“Only me, Mr. Hart,” she said. Damien only nodded before disappearing back into his study to grab his coat. He descended the stairs.
“Anne, please lock up after you have finished,” he commanded, before stepping out into the newly darkened streets, and moving towards his car.
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His kitchen was quiet except for the noise of the cooker as he cooked his meal. He was careful with his movements, not wanting to knock the ash off the end of his cigarette into the cooking stir-fry. That would only serve to worsen his already dark mood.
To the side of him, the window allowed a soft breeze to work its way around the kitchen and from the living room the murmurings of the new reader bled through to meet his ear. The pain medication begun to kick in and his headache was slowly relinquishing its grip. His mobile phone vibrated in his pocket but he only pulled his phone out and turned it off, not even brothering to check the caller ID. If it was that important they could get a hold of him later. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with people, his mood was venomous and he would bite at anyone who got close enough, like a caged lion.
He moved away from the stove where he was cooking to collect a plate from the cupboard and dump it on the side before grabbing a bottle of wine and sloshing a substantial amount into the wok, but not enough to ruin the meal, before pouring some more into a glass.
It was just serving up and curling up in the sofa, flicking lazily through the TV channels that someone knocked on his door. Damien rolled his eyes and ignored it, settling on watching some black and white horror film. The knocking continued. It left a minute or so between knocks, repetitively, until Damien felt really to brutally murder whoever was on the other side of the door. Pushing his plate onto the coffee table, he rose. The door slid open and he was mildly surprised but hid it well.
“Evening Damien.” Damien’s eyes slid up and down the figure in front of him.
“Jay.” The figure smiled.
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Damien eyed his guest, an eyebrow raised. “And you are here why?” he asked. And jay smiled.
“Well, actually I have something I want to talk to you about.”
“Even if I say no, you will refuse to leave won’t you?” Jay smiled and nodded, but Damien didn’t appear amused.
“Fine, I’ll let you discuss whatever it is. But you owe me.” There was something about the words, a sinisterly seductive promise. Damien stepped aside, allowing the other man into his house and closing the door.
“Nice house, I never did get a chance to comment on it before.” Jay’s smile was surprisingly real, something that made Damien quirk an eyebrow and seriously question the mans’ reason for turning up that evening.
“Is that why you’re here? What a repeat of what happened? Who knew you were such a masochist,” Damien said. He ignored his meal cooling on the side and kept his gaze on Jay, considering, wondering. Jay’s smile didn’t falter at Damien’s mocking tone.
“Not I that’s for sure.”
Damien stared at him for a moment, before standing. “I do not have the time for this, Jason. Either tell me what it is you want to tell me or you will face the consequences for wasting my time.” His tone was dark, menacing in a beautifully arousing manner. Jay’s smile turned suggestive.
“Can’t I have both?” Damien frowned slightly. That was far from the reaction he had been expecting. Had he underestimated Jay? Suddenly he seemed ever so appealing to him.
“Well that really depends,” Damien said his tone morphing once again as he weighed up his options. Jay moved so he was leaning against doorframe. “It depends on what you have to tell me.” He tilted his head. “And your time is running out quite swiftly, so spit it out.”
Jay studied the other man before shrugging. “I like you.”
Damien smirked, rolling his eyes. “Who doesn’t?” he asked with slight conceitedness. In reality he had every right to be assured in the amount of people who were attracted to him. Jay nodded.
“That’s a good point,” he agreed genially.
Damien watched him a moment longer. “What is it you want? I don’t do relationships, if that is what you want. And even if I did, it would be on my terms that the arrangement would come about.”
“Why not?”
“They bore me,” he said truthfully with a shrug. Then he stood, moving over to Jay and tipping his chin to look into his amber eyes. “Leave, Kitten. I’m not the man who can fulfil your petty dreams in so-called love.” he then stepped back. “You know where the door is.”
“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” Jay assured. “I’m very determined.”
“You’re very stupid,” Damien corrected. “If you bother me, I will only retaliate. What you received at my hand earlier is but a taste of what I could do to you. Do not push me.”
“And what if I wanted you to do it? What if I gave you free rein to do whatever you pleased…?” Damien growled slightly. It was an attractive offer. But he wasn’t one to take offers. He was the one to make the offers.
“You’re very forward aren’t you?”
“You don’t get what you want if you pussyfoot around.”
“And I am what you want, I presume.”
Jay grinned. “Pretty much, yeah,” he agreed. Damien was eyeing him pensively. Jay was good looking and obviously willing to let Damien do whatever he pleased which was very interesting. And his forwardness, his brashness that everyone else lacked, his obvious disregard for Damien’s rules and boundaries was intriguing, enough to get Damien interested.
“You’re being very foolish, you know,” Damien purred, as Jay stepped towards him. “Offering me such things. You have no idea what I could do, what I am capable of.”
“I want to know though. You interest me,” Jay said, meeting Damien’s gaze with defiance. But it wasn’t the same defiance Damien remembered showing Gabriel. It was different, it had a different tang. This was new. This defiance wasn’t tinged with fear or a twisted sense superiority, it was something he couldn’t quite explain. And he found him self wanting to know, he found him self intrigued by the younger man and his audacity.
Jay watched the other man, his expression was strange. It wasn’t something he had seen before. It wasn’t his mocking smirk or his seductive smile. It was thoughtful, considering. There was something a little different in his eyes. Jay had noticed when he opened the door. It was something softer than he was used to, as if Damien had just figured something out and it had somehow affected him and crumbled his guard ever so slightly.
But he hid it very well. Not that that fact surprised Jay, he had already come to realise that Damien was the master of secrets and lies.
Then finally Damien nodded. It was a slight incline of the head, that would’ve been missed if Jay hadn’t have been staring at him so fixedly. But Damien gave him no chance to react.
“Now, leave. You have disturbed me enough.” His eyes were cold, but there was something else there, something undecipherable but new. And it wasn’t completely hostile either. Jay was surprised to see it. And he nodded. He had tested Damien enough. Even though he had just said Damien could do whatever he pleased, he wasn’t quite ready to explore the implications of that just yet.
Jay smiled and pushed away from where he stood, moving past Damien, and placing the gentlest of strokes across Damien’s knuckles. Damien glanced down at his hand, almost shocked but didn’t brush the touch off. Not straight away at least. He allowed the softness for the merest of seconds before he ripped his hand away and used it to light an other cigarette. Without looking at his leaving visitor, Damien blew out a stream of smoke.
“Now,” he ordered. And Jay nodded his head, obeying the other man’s order and disappearing down the hall and outside, a smile playing on his face. He breathed a sigh of relief. Despite his forwardness, he had been nervous beneath it all and had deliberated this decision a lot before he turned up, but now he smiled. He knew this could all blow up in face. Damien hadn’t promised anything, he had admitted that he wasn’t on for relationships, and Kate had told him every sordid little relationship Damien had had, and how the lover had been broken into tiny little pieces, but Jay didn’t particularly care.
He had noticed something different in Damien, something conflicting, a voiceless change beneath his icy exterior. And he didn’t know what that was, whether it was good or bad, but he wanted to be around to find out.
He wondered whether his encounter with that Gabriel person was changing him if but a little, or if perhaps Damien was only breaking a little more. He wondered if Damien fully realised the extent of his own damage and if this was a turning point where Damien could finally put himself back together into some sort of half human.
Jay sighed, unlocking his car and slipping inside. Only time will tell, he mused as the engine purred into life and he wondered what tomorrow would bring.
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