Love of a Captive

When Malachi awoke, he was warm and comfortable, but alone again. A quick flex of his wrists confirmed that he was back to being chained to the head of the board. With a sigh, he sat himself up, the covers slipping down off his nude body. Well, at least he was clean, he thought wryly, and then flushed as he realized that being clean meant that somebody had washed him while he was asleep.

With a sigh, he twisted back around, careful to remain under the covers as much as possible. He didn’t want his caretakers to walk in and see him lounging on the bed without clothes. It was embarrassing enough to realize that Adrian had obviously been touching him while he was unconscious.

With a sigh, he turned to stare back out the window, watching the soldiers as he thought. Giving in to Adrian hadn’t been as hard as he had he thought it would be. The man was handsome, and he had been kind, in a rough sort of way. He had tolerated Malachi’s attacks on him, and hadn’t beaten him. He had been gentle last night, and had been kind enough to give Malachi forewarning about the Nazi superiors that would be arriving shortly. He had even sort of apologized for leaving him in solitary for so long.

The door creaked open, interrupting his thoughts, and Malachi turned his head, watching in surprise as Adrian walked through the door carrying a tray of food. The soldier smiled at him as he said, “Good, you’re awake. I thought you might be hungry.” As he spoke, Malachi’s stomach rumbled, and he blushed. Adrian just chuckled at him.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Adrian set the tray down and then leaned in front of Malachi, reaching for the chain that bound him to the bend. Releasing him, Adrian sat back and gestured towards the tray. “Eat,” he ordered, and Malachi obeyed, relishing the simple freedom of being able to move freely as he ate. Usually, he had to eat hunched over and facing the window, so that the chain didn’t restrict his movements.

He relaxed as he ate, and Adrian didn’t speak the entire time, allowing him to eat in peace. After eating his fill – more than he had eaten in the entire week he had been here – Malachi sat back and sighed. “Thank you,” he murmured to Adrian, and then lay back down, stretching his arms above his head so that the other man could reattach the chains.

Adrian bent over him, but rather than attach the chains again, he leaned down and kissed him, the gesture gentle and coaxing. With a small groan of defeat, Malachi gave in and opened his mouth, giving Adrian permission to continue. Breaking away for a moment, Adrian looked down at him, his expression serious. “You do realize that this changes nothing, right? They’re still coming, and they’re still going to use you as the entertainment. I won’t risk everything just to help a single prisoner to escape, no matter how delightful and willing you are.”

Malachi stared back up at him, his expression just as serious as Adrian’s. “I understand. You can’t risk your life just to save me from being hurt, and I won’t ask it of you. What I give now, I give freely. Because soon, I won’t have a choice, and you’ll lose me.” As he spoke, he realized that he was being more honest than he had been since his capture. Once those men violated him for their own amusement and sick pleasure, he would be lost to Adrian. He would withdraw into himself, and would probably try to take his own life.

He had another three days where at least some of his choices were still his own, and he would decide how to spend those days. Spending them with a lover seemed like a good way to go, and Malachi no longer cared that his lover was also his captor, and the one who would hand him over to the Nazi commanders. But he’d only hand over his body, Malachi swore to himself. His mind and heart were his own, and they wouldn’t be allowed to take them from him, no matter what they did to his body.

Again, he reached up and tugged Adrian down. “I have three days. Teach me what it’s like to feel pleasure, before I am destroyed,” he whispered, his voice soothing, even as it trembled. Adrian gave in with a shudder and curled his body on top of Malachi’s, just kissing him, leisurely, as if they had all the time in the world. Malachi sighed into the kiss, and reached up towards Adrian’s shirt, quickly maneuvering the buttons on the simple garment.

As soon as his shirt was unbuttoned, Malachi sent questing hands skating along his skin, and Adrian shuddered, arching into his touch. Smiling, Malachi moved more deliberately now, more confident. Lifting his head, he used his mouth to trace a trail up Adrian’s chest, pausing to tentatively lick a nipple. When Adrian cried out at the new sensation, Malachi bit down lightly, delivering a small nip, and then laved over the nub with his tongue, the rasping motion almost soothing.

Adrian tasted of sweat, and musk, and that clean linen scent of a freshly washed uniform. There was an aftertaste of soap, and Malachi savored the unique blend of flavors for a few moments, until Adrian lost his patience.

Pushing him back onto the bed, the blond soldier stripped off his pants and straddled Malachi, hands and mouth wandering again. Malachi smiled, allowing the arousing sensations to roll over and through him. Breathing out a sigh, he arched his hips, pressing up into Adrian.

Brilliant cobalt eyes darkened with lust and impatience as Adrian reached behind himself and pushed two fingers into Malachi with no warning. Gasping at the sudden penetration, Malachi found that he was still slick from earlier, and the fingers slid in with barely any pain. Still, this was only his second time having sex, and it was only about eight hours after his first time. He had given his virginity to Adrian, and he could no longer bring himself to be disgusted at the thought. He would do what he needed to do, and Adrian would do the same.

Impatient, and still sharply aware of what was coming for him, Malachi tugged sharply on Adrian’s wrist, pulling him out. “I’m ready,” he murmured, his gaze steady as he met that sharp gaze. Doubtful, but not questioning him, Adrian just nodded and adjusted, bringing Malachi’s knees over his shoulders as he slid into him, slowly.

With a growl born of sudden frustration, Malachi pushed himself towards Adrian, so that the other man slid all the inside in one quick movement. The pain of the sudden stretching caused him to breathe in sharply, a small groan escaping. Determined now, he ignored the pain, knowing that the pleasure would soon start, and moved. In the position he was in, he could not move very well, but Adrian got the idea and started thrusting, starting up a quick rhythm that left neither of them any time to breathe.

As Malachi had known would happen, soon the pain transformed into pleasure, and the next sound out of his mouth was, “More.” Adrian obliged, speeding up his pace and slamming forcefully into Malachi. The younger man grunted at the impact, but continued to undulate, meeting each of Adrian’s thrusts with one of his own.

This time, though, Adrian reached down and grasped his arousal in a firm grip, stroking quickly and matching the pace of his thrusts. His other hand reached forward and pinched a nipple, and Malachi cried out, arching his back and coming with another wail. And again, Adrian thrust several more times into his sated body, until he, too, came with a small cry.

The sound of their breathing filled the room, and Malachi closed his eyes, letting the feel of Adrian’s heartbeat under sweat slicked skin soothe him. He opened his eyes to stare down at Adrian when the soldier spoke. “I won’t let them destroy you. And I won’t let you escape,” he vowed, and Malachi closed his eyes again, the words a greater comfort to him than the solid body lying over his. Adrian meant a lot more than the words themselves, but Malachi heard it nonetheless. ‘You’re mine. I won’t lose you.’ It was a promise, veiled in simple words.

Malachi smiled, even as he drifted off, pleasantly exhausted. It looked like he just might have an ally after all. Even if Adrian wasn’t willing to outwardly help him escape, he would probably not pursue him if Malachi managed to escape on his own. With that single, determined ray of hope, Malachi allowed himself to fall asleep once more, only vaguely aware of Adrian standing and cleaning them both off before leaving. If he hadn’t been so tired, Malachi might have realized that Adrian had not reattached his wrist cuffs to the bed.