Don’t go. He begged him. Don’t go-

 

            Wan hands clung desperately to his threads, his body. Oh God, don’t go. I can’t live without you, I won’t. He had cried all night and all day and throughout all time it seemed. I have to, he growled.

 

            “I won’t be gone for too long.” A smile went along with that. “You’ll do well with my friend. You’ll be okay. And in three moons time, I’ll come back to gather you up, you poor broken thing.” The hybrid collected himself as best he could after that; clinging desperately to the small, pitiful pieces that made him so. His Master would not lie to him, would not abandon him.

 

He loved him.

 

“Don’t worry, you stupid thing, I’m not leaving tonight.”

 

He held his dragon close after that and no complaint slipped past the boy’s lips. He was happy, he was content; satisfied with the knowledge that his Master would return to him. The bed was cold as they lay together, stinging sensations against his pallid back. Arms held a tightly knit body over his butterfly one and he was worshiped – worshiped in such a way that made him tremble with longing, love

 

regret.

“I love you.” A lie.

 

“I love you, pet.” Another lie.

 

One after another, they built up upon each and together and all created a blissful, painful passion. It burned him in ways only his Master was allowed, searing flesh that pressed together in mindless throes. Time was endless as they lay together, stopping only for them as his Master lavished his spiteful love.

 

“You promise?”

 

Afterwards, tucked against those strong arms that oft brought l o v e (in such a brutal way), caressing the tainted flesh. He pressed his lips to the delicate shell.

 

“Always.”

 It was enough to calm his soul; settling the demons of his mind back into their resting places for another time. Black feathers covered silver as he rested against that broad, scarred chest, dreamlessly.