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Kalim looked up at the ground, humming to himself. He loved celebrating Halloween at Nightraven, but clearly, he had to rethink going out trick-or-treating in the small nearby town without Jamil present.
He’d never considered that someone might send someone to kidnap him. He hadn’t even heard of any attempts since coming to Nightraven. Being there with Jamil felt like it was safe.
Of course, he’d never left the school with no one but the freshman before either.
He’d have to rethink that next time. For now, he’d have to wait for Jamil to find him. He always would.
He would follow instructions and look for any chance to escape.
“Ah.....Mister Kidnapper. I was wondering…you’re shoulder is digging into my stomach. Can you…oof~!” Kalim grunted as he was hoisted higher on the man's shoulder, nausea rising in his gut. He pressed his lips together and swallowed when he could, as he pushed the panic behind the wall he’d created in his mind.
Thoughts of “What if this is it?” “What if he kills me?” “What if Jamil doesn’t come?”
They were all shoved behind that mental barrier because he’d been taught that panic kills. Panicking makes your brain stop working, and you miss cues. Panic makes you do stupid things that can get you killed.
The memory of red eyes clouded over in death, a face so much like his own covered in blood.
Memories were also shoved behind that barrier as he started to hum to himself. A catchy tune that he’d heard on the radio when they’d left to go trick-or-treating. He briefly wondered if Jamil would appreciate it at the Halloween party tomorrow night. Think about the present and tomorrow, not what could happen.
He sometimes wondered if he used it too much. Cater had called it disassociation, Kalim called it smart…he wasn’t sure what Jamil would say about it. He wasn’t even sure if Jamil remembered teaching it to him when they were kids.
Not panicking had saved his life too much for him to get rid of it.
He was ripped out of his thoughts as he was dumped onto the ground, the loose denim not enough to prevent him from scraping his knee open. It stung, but he’d had worse. His pen was trapped in his zipped pocket, and his hands were tied, unfortunately, properly behind his back.
“Stay there, and be quiet. If your father pays up…well. Just hope he does.” Kalim sat up, shivering.. He was in a cold basement room with a dirty mattress against the wall. The kidnapper was clearly planning on keeping him long-term.
Kalim rolled to his feet without his hands, a skill he had learned in dance, but found useful at these times.
“Oh, I’m sure he will. It’s nice to meet you! Thanks for the mattress. The last guy who grabbed me made me sleep on the floor. Are you going to feed me too? Maybe we can have a little Halloween party?” He pouted, not focusing on the confused look spreading across the kidnapper's face. “I love Halloween and I’m supposed to be hosting one tomorrow, but if I’m here I can’t go…”
The kidnapper brandished his knife. “ Look, this is not a joke…I don’t think you understand your situation here…”
“Of course I do!” Kalim chirped. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun while I’m stuck here. You don’t seem like such a bad guy.” He dropped cross-legged on the mattress. “If you can get us some food, I can tell you about this whole thing where I got turned into a puppet and almost sold…” He chattered on, detaching his brain from his mouth as he tried to subtly work the bonds on his wrists loose. If he could get to his magestone, maybe he wouldn’t need Jamil.
“...You’re…strange.” The kidnapper watched him carefully as he backed towards the door. “There will be no talking. I have to await a response.” He walked out the door locking it firmly. Kalim took stock of the room. No windows. Only one door…Drat.
At least he’d had the luck to be left alone, he might be able to get his hands free or…something. He could hear talking and heavy bootsteps upstairs, so clearly his kidnapper wasn’t alone.
He’d been with Ace, Deuce, Epel, and Cater. Someone would have realized he was gone by now, and he was sure Cater would tell Jamil that Kalim was missing.
Jamil had been very firm with his friends about that, though it had felt like Lilia was the only one to truly understand. It had been novel to find out that not everyone was in danger of being kidnapped or assassinated 24/7.
Kalim flopped back on the mattress, ignoring how dirty it was. He’d learned the value of resting while he could. As long as the man was waiting for an answer or ransom, he was relatively safe. It was when that answer came that he would have to be alert.
Kalim may be his father's favorite, but he also had a slew of siblings. His father didn’t pay kidnappers; that’s what he had bodyguards for. Kalim was expendable, just like his brother had been so many years ago.
How they’d both been. If Kalim had been the one to panic that day, he’d have been the one dead.
And now that he’d learned the realities of their relationship after Jamil’s overblot…Jamil likely would have been as well for not rescuing him.
He’d never considered why the man who had guarded his brother had vanished the same day until far later.
Kalim frowned and shifted on the bed. If he could knock his pen out of his pocket, at least he wouldn’t be totally helpless. He was a mage…
After an hour or so he gave up…he’d only managed to wiggle the zipper open a tiny bit, but he’d realized he was being stupid.
Kalim closed his eyes and reached out with his magic. The pen was near him after all. He should be able to use it… he could feel his magic connecting with it when a thump on the stairs alerted him to the return of his kidnapper.
“He refused to pay, so the boss wants you moved. You’re still a useful pawn for now.” Kalim felt his chin grabbed. “And you’re pretty. Pretty sure we can make a decent amount auctioning you off.”
Kalim felt his breath speeding up as the man's hand traveled over his thigh. He jerked back at the same time as he called on his magic.
A wave of water washed the man away and slammed him hard against the wall of the room. Kalim ignored the ugly crack his head made as it hit, readying his magic again. He could feel his magestone glowing warm in his pocket; he just needed to figure out how to free his hands. He knew from experience that running with his hands tied behind his back was a recipe for a broken nose.
Sounds on the stairs startled him, and he turned towards them, ready to defend himself. Another man walked through. Kalim frowned as he waited for an opportunity to strike, and the man just stood there. The door creaked open agai,n and he tensed.
“Kalim?”
“JAMIL!”
The relief that washed through him was palpable. He fell to his knees as the tension relaxed. Jamil was here. He was safe.
He grinned up at Jamil, eyes bright with nerves and happiness. “You're late.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Jamil's clipped voice was a sound he would never get tired of. “ If I’d known you had left campus, I’d have found you sooner. Cater called me and said you were missing only after Deuce and Ace had wasted time looking for you.”
“ Ehheh…sorry, Jamil! I wanted to go trick-or-treating. It sounded like fun. I didn’t mean to get kidnapped. I didn’t think anyone would have come this far!”
Jamil pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation as he waved the clearly hypnotised man to sit. “ I’ve stopped six assassination attempts and 15 kidnapping attempts in the past year…around here. The only reason I felt comfortable leaving for Noble Bell was because I asked Vanrouge to keep an eye on you.
“Oh….” Kalim looked down. He hadn’t known. Again. “ I’ll be more careful. Can you untie my hands?”
Jamil raised an eyebrow. “ I don’t know. Maybe you’ll get into less trouble like this.”
“ Jamiiiiil~”
“ I’m starting to like you tied up.
Kalim pouted at him, then tilted his head thoughtfully to the side.
“If you’re worried about me getting into trouble, you could always hypnotise me…”
The innocent look on his face was in direct contrast to the look in his eyes.
After a brief startled look, Jamil snorted softly. “You act like you want me to…”
Kalim grinned as Jamil moved to untie his hands, finally. “It’s kinky.”
Jamil jerked the bonds hard, and Kalim yelped. “I used it to hurt you…”
Kalim turned to wrap his arms around Jamil once his hands were free.
“I know…But I kinda figured you were doing something…I just trusted you.” He tilted his chin up. “Annnd….after things settled down a little, I kinda started having dreams about it….”
Jamil shook his head, at a loss for words. Kalim knew he would get his way, though. He’d seen the spark of interest in Jamil's eyes.
“Can we when we get back?”
Jamil rolled his eyes to the heavens and pulled him along. “Maybe. You were just kidnapped, Kalim…”
“Yeah, but you came for me. You always do…” He squeezed Jamil's hand.
“You can’t trust that every time…” Jamil sighed, a pensive look on his face. Kalim shrugged.
It was a danger he lived with every day; he could die tomorrow from an assassin's spell. He didn’t want to, but it was always possible. That’s why he wanted to do everything today….
Hmmm….
“Hey…Jamiiil.” He wrapped both of his arms around Jamil's one. “Can we, when we get back?”
Jamil shook his head.”Only you could get horny from being kidnapped.
“Nooo~! I’m not horny from being kidnapped. I’m just…You were there. And you came for me.” He smiled bright enough to make Jamil need to look away. “And…you used your UM…and it made me think of the dreams…”
“Ok, Ok…I get it.” Kalim blinked in surprise as he was dragged into a firm kiss. Jamil's hands were trembling slightly. “...I’m glad you’re ok….”
“Me too.”
As they walked through the house above, Jamil's hand raised to cover Kalim's eyes, not wanting him to see the mess he’d made of the men who had kidnapped him. There were some things he still tried to protect Kalim from.
“...Jamil. What about the one you have under your spell?” Kalim asked curiously as they walked out the door.
“I gave him instructions on what to do when we leave. Don’t think too much on it, Kalim.”
“Ok, Jamil…” Not thinking about it was something Kalim was very good at. He focused on the late autumn weather and the warm arm around his waist until they got back to the school.
“Come on, Kalim. You need to wash. Who knows what was in that basement?”
Kalim nodded as Jamil turned on the shower to warm the water. One of his favorite perks of being a Dorm Leader was a private bathroom. He stripped out of his Halloween costume and laid it on a chair, padding naked to the bath.
“Come on, Jamil, you can wash my back.”
Jamil tied up his hair and stripped out of his clothing.
Kalim watched hungrily as Jamil's body was revealed. Jamil caught his eyes as he watched him slide his pants over his hips, and a thoughtful look crossed his face.
“The one reflected in your eyes is your master. Answer when asked, bow your head when commanded…Snake Whisper.”
Kalim's eyes went blank, his mind floating in a way he immediately felt familiar.
He immediately knew what to do and dropped to his knees, helping Jamil remove his pants. His hand slid around the other man’s waist as he rested his head on his thigh. He shivered as Jamil’s strong hand gripped his hair, and his voice seemed to echo.
“You will tell me if you want to stop. My commands will not supersede your personal comfort.” Kalim nodded slowly.
“Yes, Master.”
Immediately, he felt a wash of arousal through his body as some form of consciousness returned, though he still couldn’t make his body do anything. Heat pooled in his stomach as he realized he was under Jamil's control.
“Suck me off until I tell you to stop…”
Kalim leaned forward; that wasn’t a command he had any desire to fight. His thumbs pressed against Jamil's hips as he trailed his tongue over his toned stomach, following his treasure trail to the thatch of hair between his legs. Jamil was already aroused, the head of his cock peeking out deliciously.
Kalim trailed his tongue over the head, moaning in delight at the feel of it on his tongue. He slid lower, trailing his tongue over Jamil's slick opening, before returning to his t-cock. Kalim loved Jamil’s taste; he could happily spend hours between his lover's legs and settled in just to do that. He worked it with his lips and tongue, softly at first, until Jamil was shaking above him.
The hand in his hair tightened, but he wasn’t ordered to stop, so he didn’t, spurred by the low moans that vibrated above him.
“Fuck…Kalim.”
He felt Jamil shake and redoubled his efforts, wrapping his lips around his boyfriend's cock, sucking hard as his tongue teased the tip. Kalim loved the little broken moan Jamil let slip when he came. He could never get enough of it.
Normally, he’d stop to check with Jamil. See if he wanted to continue, but under his lover's spell, he found he couldn’t stop. He moaned around his boyfriend's cock, his own hard against his stomach.
“You really are getting off on this…”
Kalim shuddered at Jamil's husky, aroused voice, but he couldn’t answer because he hadn’t been ordered to. His cock dribbled with precum as he tried to fight the command, but he really didn’t want to stop, so it held.
His face was soaked with Jamil's slick, and his jaw and cock ached by the time he was ordered to stop.
“Stop. Good boy, Kalim…Maybe I should keep you like this…” Jamil tilted his head up to look at him. “ How would you like that, Kalim? Serve my every whim? Be a good little sex doll…” Kalim moaned as his cock twitched from the thought.
“You really like that idea… maybe I will.” Jamil stepped back, and Kalim wanted to whine, but his mouth remained slack.
“Stand.” Kalim got to his feet, waiting for further commands, his cock so hard it hurt. He let out an involuntary shudder when Jamil reached out to run his fingers along his length.
“I wasn’t sure… but you do like this.” Kalim wanted to nod, but he couldn’t even do that.
“I am going to go into the bedroom. You are going to turn off the water for now…we’ll wash later.” Jamil stroked him slowly. “Then you are going to find two toys that you want me to use on you in the next hour. If you want to back out instead, bring me the white towel hanging next to the sink.”
Kalim knew he wasn’t going anywhere near that towel. If Jamil didn’t fuck him soon, he was going to die.
Jamil looked pensive as he turned to leave. “ Remember. Two items then come in here. Nod if you understand.”
Kalim nodded and turned to follow the first order. As the water shut off, he turned towards their little chest of “toys.” He selected a soft leather harness with a round ring in it, and a light orange dildo with a vibrating egg in the base.
He wasn’t the only one who needed to blow off steam, and he knew once Jamil realized he was all in, he’d enjoy it himself.
He couldn’t wait.