Owned

o.o; Hello! This is my first fiction in over a year so if it is a bit rusty please forgive me and just take it in stride. This is a pairing form Star Ocean Till the End of Time. Some like it, some don't but if you haven't played the game you should, you'll see these two are great together! I don't mind Fayt being with them either!! Heh heh. Oh I want to send shout outs to my dear J chan and my Cutie Felix for encouragement and inspiration! Enjoy! ^^;

Author: NekoA.
Title:Owned
Warnings?: Yaoi, smut, BDSM, AlbelxCliff (I think I am one of the first to write an uke Cliff. o.o; Come on people!).
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Ocean TTEOT, or any of the characters therein. I make no money off this, just my own amusement.
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Drip. Drip. Drip. The first sound to alert him from the darkness of slumber was the insistent splash of water droplets falling to the floor-it sounded perhaps like a stone floor? He strained to hear any other sound that might help reveal his current location, but there were no other noises forthcoming. Maybe his trouble hearing wasn't due to a lack of sound, but the blood rushing to his head. Apparently he was hanging from the ceiling, secured around the ankles by sturdy restraints. Another set of restraints bound his arms tightly behind his back, the bands wrapping around each wrist and forearm, crossing up and over his elbows and finally circling around his waist at the lock. It was then that he became aware of his current lack of clothing. In the shock of the realization he attempted to open his eyes but found a dark strip of soft cloth covering them completely. He shuddered faintly in the slight chill of the room, the gentle vibrations of his muscles making him sway from his suspended position. The fact that he was blindfolded, naked, and bound obviously spelled trouble, but he was Klausian, so he could take anything that was coming. At least he hoped he could.

Soft footfalls echoed quietly in the distance, he listened silently as they drew closer, gaining volume before the steady creak of a heavy door opening and closing made his body tense. Suspicion and anger flowed through his veins, though at the same time a deep-seated embarrassment caused a very untimely flush to paint across his cheeks. He waited on bated breath, eager to hear his captor’s voice and confirm his identity.

"My, my, what do we have hear? A prisoner of war? A fugitive recaptured? Or perhaps just an unlucky engineer." A silken voice, laced with arrogance and a threatening undertone. The voice of the exact man he had been thinking was responsible for his current condition. He frowned at the feathery touch of slender fingers against his warm face.

"What the hell is this Albel? You know damn well who I am, so what are you playing at here?"

His tone was more than a little accusing, demanding for an explanation. However, the only answer he received was a mouthful of cloth. A few knots behind his head secured his new gag and further enraged him. He struggled valiantly against his restraints, jangling the chains holding him to the ceiling and causing his body to sway wildly till he was almost sick from circling blindly over the floor.

"If you're finished wiggling I will tell you what is going on. To put it bluntly, so that you can understand, you lost Cliff. Your strength failed you and as you should well know, the weak fall prey to the strong. You are my prey." Each word seemed to penetrate his mind with undeniable truth, making him shudder at the little voice inside his head agreeing to it all. He jerked when the Glyphian's lips gently brushed against the outer shell of his right ear. The man's breath was warm against his skin and those lips, so smooth and soft on his flesh as the next whispered sentence sank into his mind. "You belong to me, every inch of you, inside and out."

Cliff felt his body shudder faintly as the former leader of the Black Brigade stroked his chest with the tip of a single cold, sharp metal claw. The tip pressed firmly against his left breast, spilling a small trickle of blood down his shoulder. The pain was tolerable, even as all five claws scratched across the side of the Klausian's right hip. He made no sound of pain even as the blood spilled down his side and dripped to the floor. The wound felt shallow at least so he would likely heal without much trouble.
Again he tensed as Albel's other hand stroked his right nipple. Slender fingers pinched and tugged at the nub of flesh, twisting and pulling till it budded in response. Despite his mental protests, Cliff's body easily gave into the Glyphian's touch. Both nipples were stiff and hard, aching for more when a set of cold metal clamps pinched down around them with terrible force. He couldn't contain his soft hiss as the pressure was multiplied under sharp tugs given by his captor. In the back of his mind he wondered why it was that he felt his body becoming aroused when his nipples felt as though they were about to be ripped right off his chest.

Gentle fingers teasingly danced along the curve of his buttocks, running up and down each cheek and the divide between. He stiffened as best he could while upside down, managing to tighten his muscles and effectively squeeze out the intruding digits. His victory was short-lived as a stinging slap to the back of his left thigh caused his body to relax in shock. His flesh tingled, heating up almost instantly and reddening though he couldn't see it. Again the fingers quested over his backside, probing between the cheeks to rub lightly against his entrance in a way that made him want to squirm. Thankfully the touches were brief and soon moved away from his opening, but then he felt them sliding up between his parted thighs to brush against the back of his scrotum. He jerked, swinging his body back into the slender man in an attempt to knock him away.

"Your efforts are futile as you well know. You should stop being so foolish really, it's only going to cause you pain in the long run." He easily detected the sneer in that tone. One thing about Albel Nox was that if he promised pain, he delivered it. As expected, Cliff heard the slight whizzing sound before an audible crack exploded in his ears and a fiery pain erupted across the back of his thighs. He clenched his teeth, refusing to cry out as a series of burning lashes rained down along his thighs and the lower half of his backside. His gag was becoming soaked with saliva by now and was creating a most unpleasant taste in his mouth. He longed to be free of the restraints so that he could teach the Glyphian a lesson or two for daring to whip him so harshly. As he tried to focus on revenge, however, the next powerful blows against his thighs shattered his plots, the inevitable tearing of flesh accompanying the blistering bite of the lash. This time he did scream, but only once.

"Dear Cliff, you really should listen to me when I tell you to do something. If you would only obey things could be so much easier for you. Eventually you will understand that I am your master, I own you and you will do exactly as I say. Or you will suffer." He refused to acknowledge the fact that he was blushing hotter by the minute due to Albel's silken voice and commanding speech. Even though he didn't want to accept it, the fact was still obvious that he was now visibly aroused. Why the swordsman had such an affect on him was beyond his comprehension, nevertheless Albel did control him, even if he fought it.

Against his wishes his penis swelled to fullness under the Glyphian's strong caress. Long fingers curled around the thickness of his shaft, sliding all the way to the tip and then back to the base, pulling firmly before moving again. He panted against his gag, gasping when he felt a band being wrapped around the base of his penis and pulled taught. To add to his dismay another band was secured around and between his scrotum, separating and securing each sac in a painfully tight embrace that would make it impossible to find release. He cursed Albel vehemently through his gag, shaking his head and twisting violently in his restraints.

Amused laughter filled his ears as he stilled his struggles and heaved deep, agitated breaths. A soft hand cupped and squeezed his right buttock, rubbing the firmly muscled cheek before knife-like fangs bit down into the bruised flesh. He cried out, his voice muffled as he protested against the bite. Again his cheeks were parted but much wider this time, enough to allow a warm mouth to descend on his sphincter in an intimate manner that nearly made him squeak. A slick tongue lapped at his entrance, causing him to gasp and twist in an effort to wiggle out of reach. His struggles gained him a set of angry smacks on his rear.

"Be still!" The hissed command was followed by another round of punishing swats, the force of which was enough to heat his backside to the same degree as his face. Cliff tried valiantly not to moan as Albel's tongue once more claimed his most intimate portal in wet exploration. A light sheen of sweat had formed on his body, causing him to shiver from both the chill of the room and the delightful sensations the Glyphian was causing to run through his body. His penis ached in the grasp of the tight band, each languid lick causing him to throb a bit harder for contact, for release from it all.

He did moan when the man left him alone, wet, aroused and very much in need. The soft cry was doubled in volume when a thick, rubbery object began to wedge inside of his body. Since he had not been stretched, the pain of the forced intrusion was almost unbearable, his body reflexively trying to shove out the unknown offender even as he mentally tried to relax to lessen the pain. His teeth clamped down around the gag as a final shove buried the object within his body, forcing his slightly raw inner muscles to widen and accept its presence. He blinked rapidly behind the blindfold, unaware of the dampness on the cloth. A soft, reassuring pat on his left buttock implied that he had done well and despite his irritation at the whole ordeal he was strangely glad that the other man was pleased. Such conflicting emotions highly confused him but did nothing to quell the burning desire that had grown ever since Albel began touching him. As the Glyphian's hand and claw roamed over his body he started to relax into the touches, enjoying the teasing caress of soft fingers and the cool gliding strokes of carefully placed claws. He moaned again as both hands cupped the back of his head and lifted him slightly.

Albel's mouth pressed over the gag, kissing him in a powerful manner that spoke of little but domination and ownership, and he reveled in it. Perhaps hanging upside down so long had as much a part to play in his submission as the undeniable lust in his loins did. Whichever it may be, he was plaint under the swordsman's mouth, his body lax within the Glyphian's grasp. He felt Albel smirk against his gagged mouth before the man pulled away and spoke against his ear.

"I am going to release your legs if you promise to behave and do everything that I tell you to. Do you understand?" Cliff nodded in response, eager to be right side up again. He let the Glyphian support his weight as his chained legs were lowered and then un cuffed. When he first felt the ground beneath his feet again, the lack of blood to his legs caused him to fall back into the other man. He blushed deeply as he was cradled in Albel's arms, the slighter man having to support him as he stumbled weakly in the direction his body was directed. Soon the press of polished wood bumped against his waist and he was draped over the surface of what he could only guess was a desk or table of some kind. Odd, he had thought he was in a dungeon before, but the texture of the wood beneath his skin was not the kind of material used in prisons.

Fingers stroked through his hair, almost playfully tousling the blonde strands before slipping down to rub the back of his neck. A delicate kiss was placed against the center green band running around his throat; following that, a chaste nibble was given to his ear lobe before he heard the man speak again.

"I want you to do three simple things Cliff, if you can obey me completely then I will allow you to have release. If you are disobedient I believe you can imagine the consequences. First I want you to spread your legs nice and wide for me and keep them like that till I am finished with you. Secondly I want you to suck on my cock when I remove your gag, make sure you get it nice and wet. Last of all I want you to admit I own you, tell me I am your master and that you need me to give you fulfillment." He shuddered as he listened to the softly spoken commands. The tone of that voice, the way each syllable rolled off that wickedly splendid tongue, the very hot breath against his sensitive skin all sent jolts of pleasure to his groin, causing him to pant and rock against the table wantonly. He had given in long ago, now he just wanted release, he wanted what was being offered, wanted the friction, the ownership, and he wanted Albel inside of his body, driving him beyond the peak of ecstasy. Making sure to get as wide as he possibly could, he arched his back and rose up on his toes, lifting his backside high in full submission. A pleased murmur sounded in his ears as his buttocks were palmed and slapped lightly.

The Glyphian finally abandoned his offered rear and came around to his head, petting his hair gently for a moment. Once the saturated gag had been removed from his lips he ran his tongue across the dried skin, wetting them even as he felt the head of Albel's phallus brush the tip of his nose. Opening his mouth to allow the thick length entrance, he found himself wishing he could see just how big the man was. From the way his mouth was being filled it seemed as though Albel wasn't that much smaller than he was, a thought that made his own cock twitch excitedly within the constricting band. How it ached to be so aroused and have no release. The mingled pain and pleasure sent tremors throughout his body and incited him to suckle fervently on the penis in his mouth. He ran his tongue along the thick shaft, coating as much of it as he could possibly reach with saliva. He pressed his lips down around the base, fine hairs tickling his nose as he slurped on the entire length until it was pulled away slowly. Reluctantly he bit back the protesting whine that threatened to call back the tasty treat. Albel had a unique flavor, spicy, slightly minty and a tiny bit metallic.

The man was now behind him again, rubbing his bottom and leaning over him to lick the shell of his left ear. He panted heavily, desperate to have that thick, wet cock pounding away inside of his heated depths. A low whine escaped him as he thought about it, prompting Albel to chuckle against his ear.

"One last order to fulfill, who am I Cliff?" He bit down on his lower lip, wanting so badly to just explode all over the table by now that his stomach was twisting in knots. However, if that was the only reason his stomach felt odd, why did he feel that ticklish, butterfly sensation? Why was his blush creeping down his neck?

"You're Albel Nox, former Captain of the Black Brigade, ally in battle though unwilling; Albel the Wicked, my owner and master."

As soon as he uttered those words he felt the object that had been embedded inside of his channel removed and a slick, thicker object settled in its place. He cried out as Albel moved inside of him. Each sharply angled thrust penetrating deeply, rubbing against his clenching walls and stabbing into his sweet spot. Cliff nearly wept as the Glyphian's deft fingers removed the bands restricting his cock and balls. The soft hand grasping his leaking penis and stroking it roughly in sync with the powerful swaying of the slender man's hips. The Klausian rolled with his master's rhythm giving his body completely to the other's control as he was brought to the edge and then forced over with a final slam against his prostate. He cried out, yelling the Glyphian's name till his voice choked into silence and his clenching muscles forced Albel to empty inside his body with an echoing shout.

After several hushed minutes passed, the swordsman slowly pulled out of him and unbound his arms, helping to circulate blood flow by rubbing each limb. The blindfold was finally removed and he was able to at least blink his eyes open and stare into the piercing crimson hues of his owner. His master, his owner, the thought made him shiver with delight, even as his muscles ached from the prior activities. He smiled faintly and embraced the slender man, nearly crushing him in with the enthusiasm of his affection.

"Damn Albel, what the hell caused you to do all that?"

The Glyphian smirked, bringing a hand up around to lightly cuff the back of his head.

"Idiot, don't you remember that last 'Diplomatic' meeting you dragged me to. The one that you refused to allow me to gut that sniveling maggot at?" He thought back, trying to recall how many meetings in which Albel had tried to kill one of the dignitaries that had managed to somehow piss him off. A recent meeting about two weeks prior slowly came to his mind, the events having become so heated he had been forced to bodily remove the Glyphian from the room before continuing with the proceedings. He blushed lightly, recalling how the man had sworn revenge on him for throwing him out like that.

"Oh yeah, I remember now. So you've been plotting this for that long huh? No wonder you wanted to spar so badly, you just wanted to knock me out so you could tie me up. I won't even ask where you got all those toys or how you set this room up. I don't think I want to know. All I have to ask is did you have to be so rough? I mean, I thought I was going to explode a couple of times back there!"

He blinked as the slighter man laughed and leaned in for a gentle kiss. When they parted Albel granted him with a wicked smirk.

"You should know love that a proper lesson can not be taught by a gentle hand." He yipped as a parting swat stung his tender backside before the Glyphian led him towards the exit.

"I need a shower, and a nap, and something to eat. Then tomorrow we are going to spar again and this time it'll be your turn to get tortured like this!"

~Owari~

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