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charisstomaTitle: The Box
Author: charisstoma
Fandom: mee_eep’s challenge. Lustful Liaisons
Rating: PG
Pairing: slash
Word count: 627
Warning: child abuse off camera
Summary: Lustful Liaisons in the business of choosing the right person for the right *coughs* individual but it’s also a family.
The brown cardboard box by the dumpster had seen better days as they like to say euphemistically. At one time it had been sealed shut with masses of packing tape, now the flaps were doing what their name implied. Inside a fetal ball curled, striving to be unnoticed and unnoticeable to the world. Perhaps that was redundant but the figure was aiming for that and more. Thrown there as of little worth, and perhaps that also was true. The figure was the definition of what throw away meant.
Trying to sneak into the Agency using the back way, Steve ,noticed the box. Shifting to see inside it though he knew it would just make him later getting back, and he was already going to hear about it he could be sure, but curiosity was one of his failings. Wasn’t Kain always reprimanding him for his researches on the internet when they took him to fascinating places that had questionable value for the business.
The box held a small shivering person, scrunched into as tiny a mass as it was possible. Steve couldn’t leave him out there. It would be like leaving a kitten tied into a sack to die. Reaching in he grasped the young male attempting to pull him out for easier carrying but small hands clutched at the edges of the back of the box as if they were his life. In the end he’d had to carry the nasty box, young male contained within, through the back entrance as stealthily as possible. Setting it off to one side where it was hidden but where he could keep a furtive eye on it was a bit of a challenge but he’d had lots of practice in doing things not quite management approved.
It was inevitable that Kain would notice the box. With a heavy sigh he waited for the yelling to commence; except it didn’t. Kain had knelt beside the box, reaching in to stroke it’s contents, searching it seemingly for injuries. He’d paused then called to someone to go empty one of the boxes the last lube shipment had arrived in yesterday. To do it quick but to be careful of the box. He wanted it to be in as pristine a condition as if it were waiting for contents to be packed in it fresh. The Master’s Dick had been the one to come with the new container, clutching his lover’s shoulder while looking over to see inside the old. Curtly, Kain had nodded for the new box to be angled just so and he’d tipped the contents from box into box.
A small whimper could be heard but soon quieted with the comforting strokes seen through the movement of the Master’s shoulder and elbow. Kain had looked up and requested one of the softest blankets to be brought commenting that they’d try getting the youngling to eat later. He’d given Steve a nod of approval when Dick had moved away to fetch the needed item. Returning quickly, Dick gazed down at his lover and their new child. Later after hours, the others could hear Dick murmuring soft sweet comments to Kain. If they’d looked they’d have seen the Master’s Dick lovingly riding him in slow adoration.
Three years later, for Master Kain was not letting him help more in the Agency until he was 20, Baxter was allowed to scry for the first time proving quite a talented young djinn indeed. It was he also that found the abuser that had used and discarded his box. Less said about what had happened to that individual is best. But it should be known that there’s another agency, known only amongst the djinn, who seek retribution for wrongs perpetrated against those of their younglings.
Container = cardboard box.
Author: charisstoma
Fandom: mee_eep’s challenge. Lustful Liaisons
Rating: PG
Pairing: slash
Word count: 627
Warning: child abuse off camera
Summary: Lustful Liaisons in the business of choosing the right person for the right *coughs* individual but it’s also a family.
The brown cardboard box by the dumpster had seen better days as they like to say euphemistically. At one time it had been sealed shut with masses of packing tape, now the flaps were doing what their name implied. Inside a fetal ball curled, striving to be unnoticed and unnoticeable to the world. Perhaps that was redundant but the figure was aiming for that and more. Thrown there as of little worth, and perhaps that also was true. The figure was the definition of what throw away meant.
Trying to sneak into the Agency using the back way, Steve ,noticed the box. Shifting to see inside it though he knew it would just make him later getting back, and he was already going to hear about it he could be sure, but curiosity was one of his failings. Wasn’t Kain always reprimanding him for his researches on the internet when they took him to fascinating places that had questionable value for the business.
The box held a small shivering person, scrunched into as tiny a mass as it was possible. Steve couldn’t leave him out there. It would be like leaving a kitten tied into a sack to die. Reaching in he grasped the young male attempting to pull him out for easier carrying but small hands clutched at the edges of the back of the box as if they were his life. In the end he’d had to carry the nasty box, young male contained within, through the back entrance as stealthily as possible. Setting it off to one side where it was hidden but where he could keep a furtive eye on it was a bit of a challenge but he’d had lots of practice in doing things not quite management approved.
It was inevitable that Kain would notice the box. With a heavy sigh he waited for the yelling to commence; except it didn’t. Kain had knelt beside the box, reaching in to stroke it’s contents, searching it seemingly for injuries. He’d paused then called to someone to go empty one of the boxes the last lube shipment had arrived in yesterday. To do it quick but to be careful of the box. He wanted it to be in as pristine a condition as if it were waiting for contents to be packed in it fresh. The Master’s Dick had been the one to come with the new container, clutching his lover’s shoulder while looking over to see inside the old. Curtly, Kain had nodded for the new box to be angled just so and he’d tipped the contents from box into box.
A small whimper could be heard but soon quieted with the comforting strokes seen through the movement of the Master’s shoulder and elbow. Kain had looked up and requested one of the softest blankets to be brought commenting that they’d try getting the youngling to eat later. He’d given Steve a nod of approval when Dick had moved away to fetch the needed item. Returning quickly, Dick gazed down at his lover and their new child. Later after hours, the others could hear Dick murmuring soft sweet comments to Kain. If they’d looked they’d have seen the Master’s Dick lovingly riding him in slow adoration.
Three years later, for Master Kain was not letting him help more in the Agency until he was 20, Baxter was allowed to scry for the first time proving quite a talented young djinn indeed. It was he also that found the abuser that had used and discarded his box. Less said about what had happened to that individual is best. But it should be known that there’s another agency, known only amongst the djinn, who seek retribution for wrongs perpetrated against those of their younglings.
Container = cardboard box.
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Date: 2010-08-31 05:44 am (UTC)