Forever Caged [Complete]

Screw it, two chapters a day. I don't feel like having this story take a whole month to load up. Think I'll do it at midnight and noon, central time.

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Chapter 4: "Cure"


Reyvn tried to calm the convulsions, fought to be still. It mostly worked, the shuddering coming at further intervals. "I...I can try," he responded softly. He moved slowly, sliding himself upwards to lean against the pillows. There, he was sitting. Sort of.

Lesara instinctively pulled him into a defensive embrace. "Has this ever happened before?" Outside, the storm that had presented itself at Koumori's seemed to be blowing towards them. Low rumbles could be heard in the distance.

Reyvn didn't try to move much, not wanting the near painful shuddering to start up again. "No, not like this." He kept his voice quiet, as though raising it one decibel higher would lead to some big bad monster finding him. Which, for him, was Koumori. He buried his head into Lesara's chest, not sure himself why he was acting this way. But somehow, he felt safe. Even though he might be poisoned and dying, he felt safe here. He breathed in the naga's scent, and his body began to calm. He could hear the pulse of blood beneath skin, and the sound soothed him. Then the sudden and sharp smell of that blood hit him, and it began to react with the drug. He shook his head in frustration, then tried to roll away from Lesara. He could feel his body starting to burn up again, like fire searing through his veins.

Lesara clutched Reyvn, preventing his attempt to escape. "Be still, it'll only spread if you keep moving." It was a silly thing to say, he was quite certain that by now, the poison had spread completely. Even so, he was not sure if his words reached Reyvn. He petted him gently, the only thing he could think to do to comfort him.

Reyvn shut his eyes, trying to block out everything but sound. He couldn't cover his nose because of how he was being held. "This drug...I...usually react more strongly to it when I smell blood." He glanced at Lesara's shoulders, where his claws had dug in enough to make the blood well up to the surface. The orange flecks in his deep blue eyes sparked, swirling around slit pupils. He could feel his bloodlust rising now, along with the forced lust from the drug, as well as whatever this third thing was. Requiems were certainly not verans, of course, but they did occasionally indulge in their taste for blood. And Lesara's just smelled so enticing. Maybe if he made a small cut on Lesara's chest, so close to his own face. Close enough he could lap at it. He actually raised one hand to do just that, when he found he couldn't move his arms around Lesara's. He frowned, then instead decided that biting down would provide him with the same treat. So he did.

Lesara gasped and clenched his teeth. His grip on Reyvn loosened considerably, and he was filled with an instinctual anger. He looked down at the little requiem snacking on his arm, and noticed his eyes had gone strange. "See here, what are you doing? That's dangerous!" He pushed Reyvn off of him, and pinned him down with his heavy tail.

He intended to keep him there until the doctor arrived, but the storm was blowing in mighty fast. Lesara was suddenly uncertain of whether he would get here in time. Oh, if only he'd kept Arna here to look through his library. He wanted to look himself so badly, but could not risk leaving the boy here by himself.

Reyvn snapped back to normal as soon as he was pushed away. He found himself under Lesara's tail, and squirmed in an attempt to get free. Why did Lesara push him aside like that? His body was still on fire, yet he somehow felt cold inside. He also felt like the naga was crushing him. His eyes were their normal faceted blue, the orange flecks at rest as he cautiously looked up at Lesara. "M...master?"

Lesara raised an eyebrow and cautiously lifted his tail. "What in the name of Anevalu got into you boy? If I was hurting you, you should have just said." The confused look on Reyvn's face seemed genuine enough, and he wouldn't be surprised if the drug caused that little outburst, but he couldn't be too cautious.

Reyvn tasted blood in his mouth, then glanced at Lesara's arm. His eyes widened as he sat up a bit. He knew it was his fault; the naga certainly hadn't bitten himself. "I...I'm sorry," he said, looking down. "I did say...the smell of blood makes me react stronger to the drug, right?" He glanced away, then dropped his voice a few more decibels. "Or did I dream that?"

Lesara sighed. "No, you did tell me." Lesara was so gonna hurt Koumori. He inspected his wound, and found it to be rather shallow. With some disinfectant and some band-aids, it should be gone within the week. He looked at Reyvn and held out his arm. "If you know indulging won't make it worse, please indulge. But next time, let's try being a little more gentle." Where the hell was Cherry?

Reyvn shook his head. "It makes...me feel better, but the drug gets worse and...takes longer to fade." He moved to curl up at the opposite edge of the bed, when suddenly there was a knock on the door. Reyvn sat upright, and the shock was enough to send him shivering again. He made a frustrated sound, and grabbed the sheets off the bed and wrapped them around his body. His clothes would take too long to put back on if these visitors were going to come in, and he was taught it wasn't usually polite to greet people in the nude. He shut his eyes, concentrating on keeping control of his body.

Lesara looked towards the door. "Cherry? Is that you with the doctor?" He slid the tip of his tail around Reyvn's waist in case the boy decided to try and lash out. A muffled "Yes sir!" came from the other side. "Well don't just stand there, send him in!"

Reyvn tensed, his body going still for a moment when he felt Lesara's tail wrap around his lithe body. He watched the door, eyes wide. He didn't particularly like doctors, from what he knew of the few Koumori ever brought in over the years. They didn't hurt him like the veran, but instead poked and prodded at him to learn what they wanted. Which in its own way, was just as violating.

The door creaked open, and the silhouette of a man appeared. He crossed the threshold, and the shadows dispersed, leaving behind what seemed like an ordinary doctor if you only bothered with a short glance. There were a few things off about this man. Perhaps it was his bright green dreadlocks, or the deep dark circles under his eyes, or maybe even the torn fishnet shirt and tight leather pants he wore under his dazzling white lab coat. He looked more like he belonged in a fetish bar rather than behind a doctor's desk.

In his arm, he carried what looked like a battered old briefcase. "Lesara, sir. What happened? Cherry gave me quite the fright when she burst into my office." Lesara slithered to the doctor and explained as calmly as he could what had happened to the boy. He detailed the effects of the drug to the best of his abilities, and then started to describe the strange symptoms. His tail released Reyvn, and he looked towards the boy, an expression of worry and guilt plastered to his face. "Is there anything you can do, Ravis?"

The Doctor Ravis scratched his chin thoughtfully for a moment before speaking. "I'm going to have to look him over, of course. I suggest Cherry leave the room. Lesara, stay here in case I need a pin person." He swaggered his way over to the bed Reyvn sat on, and bent eye level to the boy. He set the briefcase next to him, opened it up to reveal various odds and ends of what looked like a first aid kit, and put on some rubber gloves. "Alright son, tell me where it hurts. I'll make it all better."

Reyvn leaned back a little, the shivers coming in short bursts now. The bed sheets slid down from around his shoulders as he moved one hand to his stomach, and slid it a little lower, indicating where the pain was. "Here, but-" he shuddered, "m-my entire body feels like it's...on fire."

"I see." Ravis opened the boy's mouth, pulled out a flashlight and peered in. He examined his eyes, ears, and did the full basic vitals check. He pressed here and there on the boy, testing for reactions, slowly sliding farther down. "How did you get all these scars?"

Reyvn forced himself to be calm throughout Ravis' examination, and thought he did a decent job. He didn't scoot back into the nearest corner and freak out like he sometimes did. He felt his face get hot as he looked away from Ravis when questioned about his scars. "My...other master," he said softly. He didn't want to give any details, and hoped those words would be enough.

Ravis nodded. He'd seen enough of this in his line of work to where words were not needed. "Well, I want to see one more thing. If you please, could you stand? Arms spread."

Reyvn made a face like he didn't understand, then after a few seconds nodded and slid off the bed. He was a little unsteady, and opted not to move far from the bed. He raised his arms like Ravis asked, and stood there in anxious silence. He might have been humiliated if he hadn't spent half his life naked like this.

Ravis knelt before him, and examined his crotch. He massaged Reyvn's hip with rather blatant disregard, and watched for the reactions. He fondled him in a way a lover would, but did so in a way that was totally devoid of emotion. It was all business.

Reyvn gasped and shuddered, the muscles in his legs and lower back relaxing so suddenly he hardly had to time to catch himself and keep from falling over. His body reacted quickly, too fast for what would have been considered normal. He was quite solidly erect in only a matter of seconds, his face flushed. One of his hands had found Ravis' shoulder, steadying himself.

"Hm. I thought as much. Reyvn, you're at least eighteen aren't you?" He didn't wait for an answer as he turned to Lesara. "Congratulations. He's gone into heat. His own hormones are reacting to the drug he was given. You're going to need to work hard to get it out of his system. If it stays too long, the strain from it all could kill him. At the very least, he will be impotent after all this." He got up and pulled the gloves off his hands. "Of course, I will help if you need me. Strictly professional of course." He only half joked.

Heat? What the hell did that mean? Oh, it didn't matter, everything felt fuzzy and Reyvn just wanted to be touched. He sat back down on the bed before he really did collapse. And just what did the doctor mean by 'help?'

Lesara wagged his tail nervously. "Yes, we may need your help... I'm afraid of him slipping away, especially so soon." Ravis began to pull off his jacket, and Lesara let out a little 'oh!' of surprise. "Oh, doctor, I didn't think you meant that!" He paused for a moment. "Will it get it out faster?" The doctor nodded, still rather emotionless. "That is, of course, if the boy does not object. Reyvn?" They both looked at him, waiting for an answer.

A sudden violent shudder washed over the requiem's body, and he hugged himself tightly as he leaned forward. He whimpered softly, and his body betrayed his mind. "Please, I don't care, just make it stop..."

"Lesara, get behind him, and wrap your tail around him. Just around the waist, we're going to hoist him in a little bit." Ravis went to the boy and pulled off his shirt. He dumped the load of fishnet on the ground. "You are aware this might hurt a bit right?" He bent down and slid a finger down Reyvn's body, swirled it down his thighs, deliberately missing the most sensitive spots.

Reyvn only nodded. Pain was nothing new to him. He leaned back as Ravis touched him, giving better access to his body. He didn't care where, so long as he was touched and he eventually got over this feeling of unbearable need and heat.

Ravis looked to Lesara. "Lift him- only a little!" Lesara lifted Reyvn about six inches up. Ravis balanced himself on the naga's lap, and pulled Reyvn back down onto his own. Like in his examination, he was straight forward. He grasped Reyvn's cock and slowly began to stroke. He gently raked his nails down the boy's stomach. Lesara tilted Reyvn's head to one side to expose his neck to him. His tongue began to trail lightly along Reyvn's pulse, his own quickening. He wasn't sure if this sort of thing was good for the boy.

Reyvn gasped, unsure of what exactly was going on for a few moments. He was sitting, and then there was air beneath him, and then the cool feeling of Ravis' leather pants against his ass and thighs. It felt good against the heat. A subtle shiver ran through his body when Ravis' hand touched and stroked him, his hips sliding into the touches jerkily at first, then started a smoother gyration once his body got used to it. His full lips parted, exposing tips of small fangs. He arched back, curving his stomach in to the sensations Ravis was dealing to him.
He felt Lesara move his head, and the warm wetness that was the naga's tongue slide along his neck. Two dangerous places where it felt best to be touched, and scratched, and bitten, though he would never willingly admit to that. He made small noises of pleasure for both of them.

Ravis increased the speed of his strokes and reached back to tease his ass a little. "You've already been touched here tonight, haven't you?" For a split second, Ravis gave way to emotion. He abruptly slid two fingers in Reyvn. The requiem's little noises made him feel a cruel desire as he had not felt in ages, but as soon as it came, it was gone. He held his hand still to let Reyvn adjust.

Lesara nibbled along his neck, sighing in pleasure. He immediately felt guilty for it, but he could not lie to himself. He slid one hand around the boy's shoulder and trailed the tips of his claw along the collar bone, and the other hand slid up and down Reyvn's side, unsure of what it wanted to do. His own hips rolled up slowly, lifting both Reyvn and Ravis.

Reyvn's only response was a sudden sound from his throat that started in surprised pain and faded into pleasure. His breath came faster, lighter now as his body shuddered and moved to the touches of both men. His hips pressed into Ravis' touches, unable to decide which hand to hump, while his head tilted back farther to expose his neck better to Lesara. He wanted to be bitten, as much as he hated it. One hand found its way back to Lesara's hair, then traveled up quickly to the back of his head. He held on loosely, his fingers idly rubbing and traveling to the naga's ear.

Lesara melted at the touches and forgot himself for a moment. Something animalistic took over, and he bit down hard on the requiem's neck. The hand that was idly wandering was pulled back and he braced himself as his hips shot upward, threatening to penetrate Reyvn. Ravis squeezed Lesara's tail with his thighs to keep he and Reyvn from jolting, then took the opportunity to undo his pants, exposing his own member. With Lesara firmly clamped to the boy's neck, Ravis leaned forward and pressed his lips to Reyvn's hard, raking his nails down the boy's body. He felt that ugly need writhe in his stomach again, the need to punish the boy for being so beautiful, so delicate, so easily defiled.

Reyvn started to cry out at the long fangs sinking into his neck, but was cut off by Ravis' sudden forceful kiss, and wound up moaning the rest of the noise into the doctor's mouth. A single tear squeezed out of one eye and rolled down his cheek, his face more flushed than ever. His body writhed and arched against both men, pressing against the hard scratches that found their way around his flesh and pressing his ass harder against Ravis' hand, and at the same time against Lesara's sudden hardness that was suddenly so close.

Ravis' tongue invaded Reyvn's mouth, and Lesara thrust up harder. He still did not quite make it. Furious, and in desperate want for it, he unwound his tail, grabbed both the boy's hips and forced him down on himself. Ravis' fingers wrapped around Reyvn's cock again, and he began stroking harder and faster than he had before. When he felt Lesara penetrate the requiem, he removed his own fingers and wrapped his arm around Lesara's shoulder, almost crushing Reyvn between the two of them. Lesara's nails slid down Reyvn's thighs, then raked back up, leaving bright red streaks. No doubt the boy was in terrible pain, but he couldn't stop himself, he wanted to do more.

Reyvn broke away from Ravis' consuming kiss, throwing his head back and as he let out a shocked cry of pain. He felt Lesara's cock ram into him, much bigger and much longer than he'd ever been accustomed to. His entire body trembled from all of it, as though it were too much and not enough. His breath caught, and he forced himself to keep breathing. Then he felt Ravis' hand stroking him furiously, and his hips moved of their own accord, grinding into the motion. Lesara being inside him now only intensified everything, bringing pleasure so intense even all the pain tingled and felt good. He rode on all the sensations building in his lower body, and his mind started to cloud.

Ravis was slightly confused for a moment, and then suddenly angry. He was doing something and the boy interrupted him. He wanted to make him pay. He listened to Lesara's hard breathing and gasping as he drilled deeper into Reyvn, felt for when the naga's hips pulled back, trying to time himself. When Lesara's hips pulled back, Ravis pressed his cock against the naga's, grabbed a handful of Reyvn's beautiful black hair, and thrust upwards, filling Reyvn's perfect, round ass as much as he could. When he was buried deep, he yanked Reyvn's head back, and bit him hard on the jugular.

Reyvn's next cry came out strangled, and he swore he felt something inside himself tear. He shut his eyes tightly from the pain, tears streaming down his cheeks. But his body didn't, couldn't stop, and kept moving in time to the thrusts. It hurt so much but at the same time it was just what he wanted, and it felt wonderful. He gasped sharply when he felt the skin of his neck give way to Ravis' bite, hot blood seeping out. He made sounds of mixed pleasure and pain, his remaining free hand raking its nails down Ravis' chest. He could feel himself getting close, his body tensing and preparing to finally release. He breathed harder, and moved his hips faster and more forcefully.

Lesara's cries became more and more strained with each thrust. The sudden increase in pressure on his cock took him by surprise, and he wasn't sure how long he could hold out. He raked his claws down Reyvn's sides, and pressed his chest against his tiny wings. They felt oddly cool compared to the rest of the requiem. His thrusts tried to keep pace with Reyvn's eager gyrations and Ravis' forceful bucking. He felt so guilty, could swear this boy was being torn apart, but he could not make his brain connect with his body as he continued to ravish the poor thing.

Ravis, on the other hand was enjoying it. He relished the screams and cries coming from the delicate thing's throat. He let go of Reyvn's neck and saw the blood dribbling there, tasted it in his mouth. An idea formed as if the blood was a weapon, and he once again forced his lips against the boy's while gripping his cock tighter.

Reyvn 'mmfed' as he Ravis kissed him again, the pain starting to overwhelm the pleasure. His body shuddered as he sobbed silently, returning Ravis' bloody kiss. It was not the first time he'd tasted his own blood by force. Suddenly the fire shot through his veins again, his stomach and leg muscles all tightening at once and finally allowing him the release he'd been after. It was longer and harder than it should have been, making Ravis' stomach incredibly messy. He screamed half his orgasm into Ravis' mouth, until finally the force of it made him break away again and simply ride out the pleasure and pain. He shuddered and bucked, his body writhing every which way, until finally everything just relaxed. His mind was incredibly fuzzy, and for a while he couldn't see. Everything tingled. He all but collapsed forward onto Ravis, head against his chest as he breathed heavily, as if trying to recapture air. He knew he couldn't stop yet. Not until the other two were pleased. He tried to right himself, but just couldn't find the strength.

Lesara noticed immediately that Reyvn was no longer moving. The boy's writhing and furious gyrations had pushed him almost to the brink, but for a split second, his mind and body were one. In one smooth motion, he forced Ravis back and whipped Reyvn off of them and onto the bed. Ravis was obviously upset that he had once again been interrupted, and tried to pounce on his precious prey. Lesara's tail whipped back and caught the doctor before he could move too far. After a few more moments, his own head cleared and he stared down at the mess on his stomach. He trailed a finger across the slick fluid and held it up to examine. "It's still rather clear for semen. I don't think it's worked its way out completely yet," he said in a low, still lusty growl.

Reyvn was lost in the midst of it all. He was on them, then he wasn't, and his insides just hurt. He trembled, but the fire was gone. Now he was just left with tingling skin, and the pain, and sleep pressing against him. But he knew he couldn't allow himself to sleep yet. He knew he needed to be awake for just a little while longer. Just long enough to tell them... He glanced at Ravis from where he lay, and tried to speak. His lips moved but no sound came out, and he realized then that Ravis actually scared him.

All at once, the guilt that had been nagging on Lesara's mind came crashing down. He flung himself beside Reyvn, panic-stricken, petting him, squeezing him, fretting over him. "Are you aright? Say something, we didn't hurt you did we?" Ravis, out of sheer politeness, tried zipping his pants up, but to no avail. He looked on at the naga worrying at the boy, and found the boy quite beautiful indeed.

Reyvn was limp in Lesara's arms, almost entirely unresponsive to the touches. He was still catching his breath, though it was calmer now. He still could not find his voice, and slowly nodded his reply to Lesara. He swallowed then, and attempted again to speak. "It...hurts but...it will go...away." He shut his eyes and let his body relax, and Lesara might feel the sudden and rapid decline of his once feverish temperature. "At least...the fire's gone," he said so softly, so quietly it was barely enough to be called a whisper.

Lesara felt Reyvn's temperature plummet. He'd been trying to stay calm, but he could feel himself about to burst. He hugged the boy's limp body to his own, fighting tears. Had he poisoned him when he bit him? For certain, he was too rough. He looked to the doctor as if asking for help. Ravis sighed, stood next to the bed and checked Reyvn's neck for a pulse. "He'll live. He's a way off from dying. Just let him rest. Spoil him a bit," He said that last part almost sarcastically.

Lesara laid Reyvn down, and pulled a sheet over him. -I'm no better than that damn Koumori...- he couldn't help that thought slipping to his mind. "We're going to let you sleep. When you wake up, ring this bell." He pulled a tiny brass bell from the nightstand's top drawer and set it down on top of it. "I will come for you, and get you cleaned up if you don't want to do it now." Lesara slithered past Ravis, his aura almost choking the air. Ravis simply picked up his coat and case and followed the distressed naga. Honestly, he didn't see the fuss. The pretty thing was just a servant after all... then again, he was new. No point in trying to test his limits just yet.

Reyvn felt himself start to slip, the men's voices sounding distant. He only slightly nodded to Lesara, and began to drift as soon as his head hit the soft plush pillow. He visibly winced as the sheet touched the fresh wounds on his thighs, but soon that sting was distant just like everything else. He heard the door click shut, and fresh, silent tears again rolled down his face.

Lesara, though brooding, had a slight issue to take care of. He had been pushed to the edge, and despite his fretting and worrying, he had not yet been brought back. The doctor still had the same issue. Ravis, still upset that he had been interrupted, took advantage of the situation. Soon, he left sated, and Lesara had one less problem.