Love of a Captive

Malachi was desperate for company, even if it was Adrian. For the past six days, he had only had two low-ranking soldiers attending to him. They’d come in with breakfast, release his chains from the bed long enough to allow him to relieve himself, chain him back up, leave the food within reaching distance, and leave again. When they came in the evening, again with food, they took away the empty dishes, allowed Malachi to stretch and relieve himself, and then left him alone again for the night.

Adrian never set foot inside the door, and the soldiers did not speak to him, no matter how many questions he peppered them with, or how he tried to taunt them. It was as if they were nothing but dolls, utterly emotionless. But that wasn’t right, Malachi realized after the first two days in this new prison. They didn’t respond because he was akin to an insect to them. Somebody so far beneath their notice that not even buzzing right in their ears could make them react. And the indifference made Malachi despair more than the actual captivity. If these people had no hearts where Jews were concerned, then just what, exactly, was happening in those camps and prisons he had heard of in terrified, whispered rumors?

He spent most of his day sleeping, trying to ignore the aching loneliness. Even when he had been in hiding with his parents, there had been other people there to talk to, to interact with. Here, there was nothing, and the emptiness was slowly gnawing away at his resolve. How horrible this isolation was, he thought morosely. It would almost have been better if Adrian had come in and hurt him, or taunted him with his prisoner status. Still, he awoke frequently from his restless sleep, nightmares plaguing him so that he sat, cold and shivering, on the bed.

All this time, and still he had not crawled under the covers, the small defiance seemingly the only thing he could do at the moment. But with only the indifferent soldiers for company, he no longer saw the point in being stubborn. And so, on the seventh night, after his caretakers had come and gone, he gave in and slipped under the comforter, cocooning himself up tightly as he tried to sleep once more.

Three hours later, he was awoken abruptly when the door slammed open. Startled and disoriented, he tried to roll out of bed, only to be brought up short by the chains around his wrists. Tense and frightened, he whipped his head around and stared wide-eyed at Adrian, who was storming towards him, muttering imprecations under his breath.

Not wanting to have his back turned to the soldier, Malachi twisted, flipping himself around and remaining sitting, the chain long enough for him to at least do that much without too much discomfort. Adrian didn’t pay him any mind, reaching out with one hand and shoving him on his back on the bed.

Confused, Malachi didn’t resist the gesture, allowing himself to be pushed down and adjusting just enough to bring his arms above his head, rather than leaving them trapped behind his back. He didn’t like the look on Adrian’s face, and wanted to have as much freedom as was possible.

Seemingly satisfied, Adrian backed up and started undressing. Malachi was utterly bewildered; for a week, this man hadn’t shown his face, and now he was stripping? What was going on? “Adrian, please, what’s happening?” he asked, keeping his voice soft. He was still angry at the other man for more or less abandoning him for the past week, and was afraid that he spoke any louder, he’d wind up screaming at the blonde instead.

“They’re coming, sooner than planned. And you have to be ready,” Adrian replied absently, confusing Malachi. Who was coming? And he had to be ready? Ready for what? Watching Adrian as he sat on the edge of the bed to remove his boots, Malachi felt sickened, and then angry as realization hit him. Entertainment. Adrian’s superiors in the Nazi party were coming, and Malachi was to be their entertainment. And there was only one form of entertainment that Adrian had seemed interested in.

With a furious snarl, Malachi reached out and shoved Adrian off the bed. The other man had reacted in time, so that he only stumbled on his feet rather than falling flat on his ass. “That’s why you’re in here?! You’re here to break me in before your superiors get here and have their own turns with me? And you think I’m just going to roll over and let you? Are you insane?” he demanded, his eyes snapping as furiously as the words flying from his mouth.

Too late, he realized that he might have pushed Adrian too far. A large hand reached out and snapped across his face, whipping his head to the side, so that he had to brace his arms to keep from landing flat on the bed again. Furious, he ignored the strike and kicked out at the Nazi bastard, aiming for knee or groin – he didn’t care which, as long as Adrian stopped.

He was still near-hysterical when Adrian managed to grab his flailing legs, holding them away from his body so that he couldn’t hit him. Frustrated tears leaking from his eyes, Malachi snarled, “You bastard. You invade my home, kidnap me, bring me to this horrible place, and then abandon me. And now you expect me to just roll over and let you do whatever you want to?” He stopped talking, the tears thick in his throat. He couldn’t believe that he was actually ready to start crying at the smallest provocation.

But his words seemed to have had an effect on Adrian. The blue eyes softened as he gazed back at Malachi. His grip was still firm on the boy’s ankles, but he was gentle as he knelt on the bed, pushing Malachi’s legs back as he moved. “I see. You were lonely,” he murmured, watching the boy blush as the truth was revealed.

Sighing, Adrian spoke. “I won’t apologize for my absence, because it was necessary. The soldiers are in my home and on my land, and I must be a proper host. In addition, I am of a higher rank than most of the soldiers here, and have many decisions to make. It could not be helped. But I do apologize that you were lonely. I was careful to choose soldiers that would do as they were told, without trying anything inappropriate.”

By this point, Malachi had calmed down enough to actually listen to the other man. Part of him understood that Adrian had other things to do than to tend to a lone prisoner. Another part of him was furious that he had reacted in such a shameful way when Adrian had finally shown up. But the largest part was just happy that Adrian was here, and that the other man understood, at least a little.

Still, understanding wasn’t enough to deter the man. Reaching up, Adrian cupped his face, and Malachi flushed again, doing his best not to look down the other man’s nude body. What he could see, though, was firm and nicely muscled. “But that doesn’t change the fact that when my superiors get here, they’re going to want a playmate. Right now, you’re the only prisoner here, so I’m afraid there isn’t another option.”

Sitting back, Adrian made his offer. “I can only give you this option, because this is going to happen whether you want it to or not. When they come, they will not bother to be gentle or kind. So here’s the only choice you have: I can be gentle, or I can be rough. Either way, you’re going to have to get used to it, and you’ve got four days at the most.”

Malachi closed his eyes, swallowing heavily. Four days. That was all? His soul quivered at the thought of a bunch of nameless Nazi commanders targeting him with the single minded instinct of beasts in heat. Unless he could find a way to escape in that time…or find an ally, he thought, opening his eyes and staring up at Adrian. An ally, huh?

Shifting his elbows under him and lifting his upper body, Malachi stretched up towards the soldier still crouched above him. Part of him was still afraid, and disgusted, but the larger part was determined. He was nobody’s plaything, but perhaps he could be somebody’s lover? Even if that somebody was another man.

Regarding the other man seriously, Malachi asked, “Which do you prefer?” Adrian blinked, surprised, and then frowned down at him, obviously not believing that Malachi would give in just like that. Malachi decided to give him a little bit of the truth. “I’m scared, Adrian. I’ve been by myself except for those statues that tend to me twice a day, and now you come in and tell me I have four days before a bunch of men come here and use my body for their plaything. I know that whether I fight or beg, they’ll ignore my wishes and violate me regardless. You, at least, are an evil that I know. If anybody can help me adjust to this sort of life, can prepare me for the abuse that I know is coming, then it would be you.”

This time around, it was Adrian’s turn to swallow, but rather than respond to Malachi’s heartfelt confession, he replied hoarsely, “Then I choose gentle, if you leave the decision to me. There will be time for rough…later, before they arrive,” he added, and Malachi could nothing but nod mutely. Yes, surely three or four days was plenty of time for Adrian to use him.

When Adrian pushed him to lie back on the bed, Malachi didn’t fight, dropping willingly onto the thick comforter. When Adrian leaned in and kissed him, Malachi opened his mouth, neither fighting nor responding. If the other man wanted a reaction from him, he was going to have to earn it. The kiss was gentle, pleasant, and warm, and Malachi stirred under its touch, fighting to keep from responding.

After a few moments, Adrian gave up on kissing him with a frustrated huff and started trailing gentle kisses down his jaw and throat. He stopped at Malachi’s collarbone, where the shirt ended, and nipped lightly at the firm column of his neck, dipping a tongue into the small dip of his collarbone. This got a small sigh from Malachi, but he bit his tongue, keeping anything more from slipping out unbidden.

Warm, pale fingers slid under the hem of his shirt, caressing the flesh they found there. When those fingers rubbed against the small dimple at his waist, Malachi gasped, his back arching just slightly. That was apparently what Adrian had been waiting for, because he again took the bottom of Malachi’s shirt and pulled it upwards, slipping it over the other man’s head.

When the shirt reached his wrists, which were still shackled together, Adrian stopped, leaving it there as he brought his mouth back to Malachi’s body, trailing kisses where his hands had already been. His hands, now free, worked at the lacings on Malachi’s pants. Malachi trembled with apprehension as the sensations swarmed over him, nearly overwhelming in their intensity.

Adrian looked up at him and smirked, his eyes darkened by lust. “Having a change of heart?” he asked, his voice a deep growl. Malachi stared down at him, his nerves tingling, and shook his head, swallowing. He’d never had a lover, male or female, before. He was scared, and vaguely nauseated, because while Adrian’s hands and mouth felt very, very good, Malachi was fully aware of what the man would do to him eventually, and it terrified him. He knew it would hurt, no matter how gentle Adrian was with him, but he could deal with the pain…if he knew this would work. If he knew for sure that Adrian would feel compassion for him enough to help him escape, this wouldn’t be so hard. But it was far more likely that the other man would still hand Malachi over to his superiors as soon as they arrived.

“I’m fine. Teach me,” he managed to choke out, unable to form a more coherent sentence through the fear and arousal that had suffused his entire body, causing him to arch up into Adrian’s hands even as he closed his eyes, aware of the tears that were on the brink of falling. He would not cry, not for this. He needed to survive, and right now, that was all that mattered to him.

Gathering his courage, Malachi opened his eyes and met Adrian’s gaze. “Unchain my wrists? Just from the headboard,” he asked quietly, his eyes clear and bright, waiting patiently for Adrian to make a decision. The man stared back at him, frowning lightly. “I promise not to try anything, but I don’t want to lay here helplessly. At least let me touch you back,” he asked, keeping his voice from begging. He was so tired of being chained to the damn bed, and even a brief respite would be welcome.

Making a decision, Adrian nodded sharply and reached up, unlocking the chain that linked Malachi’s shackles to the bed. As soon as he was free, Malachi reached up and looped his chains behind Adrian’s neck, pulling the other man down towards him into another kiss. This time, though, he initiated it, and felt the moment that Adrian caved, kissing him back forcefully.
The kiss was rougher, almost painful, this time, and those hands were wandering again. This time, though, Malachi could reciprocate, allowing his hands to trace out Adrian’s shoulder blades, pressing down firmly on his spine and down to the small of his back. The chain dragged along Adrian’s body as he moved, and Adrian groaned at the sensation of warm hands followed by cold metal trailing across his flesh.

Breaking from the kiss, Adrian resumed trailing small nips down Malachi’s body, and the boy stopped resisting. This was going to happen no matter what, and he felt so good right now, and Adrian had promised to be gentle, so there was no more reason to right what was happening.

Adrian felt him yield, and a finger immediately sought the entrance to his body, slipping inside with no problem. Malachi wondered vaguely where he has gotten the lubrication from, but decided that it didn’t matter at his point. The new sensation was odd, and a little uncomfortable, but not painful.

“Going to add a second finger now,” Adrian murmured. “Try to relax.” Easier said than done, Malachi thought with a huff, the addition of the second digit stretching a little painfully. Still, if what he had seen so far was any indication, he’d need more than two fingers before Adrian could actually take him.

Forcing his body to relax around Adrian’s fingers, Malachi was caught by surprise when a third digit was pushed inside. With a cry, he tried to writhe away from the fingers slowly twisting inside of him. His nails dug sharply into Adrian’s shoulders, causing the other man to wince, but he didn’t stop, using his free hand to hold Malachi’s hips downs, preventing him from moving.

“Bear down on the fingers,” he grunted. Malachi took a deep breath and did as ordered, pushing against the invading digits. With a sudden giving sensation, the pain faded and pleasured blossomed through his groin, shooting up his spine. Bowing off the bed, Malachi cried out, surprised.

“What was that?!” he asked, his eyes wide as he stared up at Adrian, panting. The other man just grinned and bent his fingers again, pressing against that same spot that sent stars through Malachi’s vision and caused him to writhe. Wanting to feel that pleasure again, Malachi pushed downwards onto Adrian’s fingers, and the other man chuckled.

Removing his fingers with a suddenness that left Malachi feeling empty and bereft, he lifted the younger man’s legs, placing them on either side of his lap. “I think you’re finally ready,” he murmured. “This will hurt at first, but keep bearing down, and it’ll make it easier for you. And then,” he promised, already pressing lightly against Malachi’s entrance, “I’ll give you more pleasure than you’ve felt so far.”

Malachi winced, gritting his teeth to keep from crying out, though a few whimpers escaped him as Adrian pressed forward, the pain greater than what the fingers had caused. But he did as requested and pushed outwards, and once more, after a few tense, agonizing moments, his body gave way and Adrian surged the rest of the way in, pausing once he was fully seated.

Panting, Adrian stared down at him, his teeth clenched. “Tell me when,” he ordered, and Malachi blinked in surprise. Adrian was not only giving him time to adjust, but was waiting for his okay before moving. So far, Adrian had kept his promise, and not made this difficult for him, being as gentle as possible.

With a sigh, Malachi reached up, cupping Adrian’s face between his hands. “I’m okay. Thank you,” he murmured, the words meaning so much more than he could say. Bringing him down for another kiss, Malachi shifted, causing Adrian to slide a little ways back out. With another groan, Adrian started to move, sliding out and pushing back in, and Malachi gave himself over to the sensations. The movement still burned, sending frissions of pain up his spine, until Adrian hit that spot he had touched with his fingers earlier.

“Ah!” he cried out, his spine bowing and his hands spasming, falling to the bed when his fingers found no purchase in Adrian’s cropped blonde hair. “Again!” he demanded, his voice urgent, even as he moved down, pushing down even as Adrian pressed back inwards, scraping against that same spot again. Malachi threw his head back, a keening wail exploding from his throat as he came, without having ever been touched.

His body limp and sated now, Malachi watched Adrian through half-lidded eyes, his arms too heavy to lift. Mustering up a little more energy, Malachi deliberately tightened around Adrian, watching in satisfaction as the other man gasped. Grasping his legs firmly, Adrian kneeled up and forward, pushing Malachi nearly in half as he picked up his face, his movements erratic. Malachi squeezed again, and with a cry, Adrian threw his head back and came.

Both of them sated now, Adrian slumped down over Malachi, sliding out before dropping onto the other man’s chest. Malachi lay there, panting as he stared up at the ceiling. So that was what sex was like between men, hm? It was still awkward to think about, and kind of embarrassing, but he had to admit that he enjoyed it as well.

Mustering up just a little more strength, Malachi lifted his arms and settled them across Adrian’s back, holding the man carefully as he drifted off. His last thought before falling asleep was ‘I wonder if this will make those soldiers react’.