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wolfanficsTitle: Champion
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: Admish meets The Chaser
Characters: Charles Firth, Julian Morrow a.k.a Master, Adam, Hamish
Word Count: 2,158
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Author's Notes/Summary: Here are my strange ideas about the Firth persona being the cover-up for a submissive feminised little pain slut a timid, introverted little buttercup.
Part three is longer than the other two. Just as they're getting Charles all settled and healed, etc, Julian barges in, looking for him. Obviously, this doesn't go well at all.
This is the last finished part so far. I have no idea when part four will be finished. At the moment, it's nothing more than a coule of paragraphs and several lines of dialogue.
Champion
I sit by Charles for half an hour or so before I see him move, a soft sigh the only sound from him. I squeeze his hand gently, seeing his eyes gradually open. His movements are small, stiff and tell of the pain he’s in. He can barely turn his head to look up at me. I can’t help but cup his cheek with my hand, saddened and horrified to see him in such a state.
“What did you do to deserve such cruelty, Charles?” I whisper. “What made Julian this angry?”
“Betrayal… Master… Doubted his… love for me…” Charles’ voice trails off, though it was barely a whisper to begin with.
“Did he use… did he use the cat on you?” I whisper back, not wanting to alert Hamish to our conversation.
Charles doesn’t answer, letting out a soft moan. It’s all the answer I need though. Damn. That whip is horrible. That explains the blood.
“Hey, he’s awake, Hamish. Get over here,” I say, turning my attention to Hamish standing by the window. “How are you feeling, Charles?” I say softly, returning to Charles. I notice Hamish approaching us, coming to stand behind me.
“God… the pain… help,” Charles manages to say.
“What happened to you? You look like shit,” I say.
“Punishment. Master… so angry… Had to leave. Not worthy of his love,” Charles says, barely speaking. “Wanted to…”
I’m not sure I want to know how that sentence finishes. Wanted to what? I don’t want to think about it. I take Charles’ hesitation to mean it’s definitely not something pleasant.
“You hurt at all? What did he do to you?” I say, though I know full well what happened to him. I haven’t dared look at the marks though. Too afraid to look.
“You really wanna know? So ashamed. Let Master down. Don’t deserve his love.” His voice is getting stronger, which is good. I can still hear his pain though.
“Was it that bad? Did… Why did he make you bleed?”
“Whipped. God, the pain. Then, out… cold, so tired. So hungry. Don’t… let Master know I’m here. Doesn’t know… I left. Don’t want… to bother him,” Charles says.
He ran away from Julian? He must’ve threatened him with something pretty awful to scare him into leaving. He whipped him, sent him outside… What could possibly have scared him enough to make him abandon Julian like this? Could it be that whatever Julian threatened him with was so bad it scared him into leaving? I mean, that whipping is pretty bad too, but from what I know, he’s had that before. No, something else triggered this, but I don’t know what.
“He did that to you?” I pause. I don’t like this. He’s afraid. I’m afraid. “Can-can I see? I mean, how bad is it?” I say.
Much as I don’t want to see the injuries, I know I have to see them to be able to look after him properly. Charles rolls over. His movements plainly tell how much pain he’s in. I carefully lend him a hand, revealing the bleeding welts all over his back and legs. I struggle to contain my horror at seeing them.
“Oh, God. He did this to you? My God, there’s so many of them. How… how did you survive this?” I say.
“I-I don’t know. All I remember is pain. Don’t let him find me. He… He’ll do terrible things to me if he finds me,” Charles says.
“Are you that scared of him? What’s he done to you?” I say, concerned at how scared he is.
Charles sits up, struggling to dress himself again. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come. I should go,” he says. I grab his arm as he goes to leave. He looks down at me. “I don’t want you getting hurt because of me,” he says.
“We won’t get hurt. But, you need to stay here. You’re badly injured. We can look after you,” I say. I don’t want him going because I’m terrified he’ll die and Jules will probably blame me for his death.
“I-I didn’t know where else to go, I’m sorry. I’m so pathetic. I left my Master because I was scared for my own life. I’m not allowed to be so selfish. How could I leave him alone like that? He won’t want me back now. I’ve failed him. I deserve to die,” Charles says.
“Don’t speak like that. You deserve to be treated better than that. We’ll keep you safe, right?” I say, glancing over at Hamish, silently asking for his agreement.
“Don’t… This is all I’m good for… I’ve nothing to repay you with… I’m not worth it,” he says, sitting back down again. God, he looks so defeated.
“Hamish, go get help. Those wounds look nasty. You need to go to hospital, Charles. I don’t like those wounds at all,” I say.
“What am I to pay with? I have nothing but the clothes I’m wearing,” Charles says.
“We’ll sort something out, won’t we? I can’t just leave you here. Some of those wounds are still bleeding,” I say.
“Are they? Oh, I hadn’t noticed,” Charles says. “Just… I’ll be fine. Make me warm. Need food. Clean them. That’s all I’ve ever had. I’m used to the pain by now.”
I hear the pain in his voice, and his determination to remain here. What’s he so afraid of? “Are you sure? I don’t like this. I’d rather have someone-”
“No. I’m not leaving here. He’ll find me. Too much trouble. I’ve coped with this before. Just clean them and let me rest,” Charles insists.
“Charles, you’re not thinking right. How can you just get used to the pain?” I say, unable to imagine just coping with that much pain.
“You get used to it. It’s what I am, ok? I’m a pain slut. I get off on pain. The stinging pain brings on so much pleasure. It’s an incredible rush. I know how to cope with this, ok? Just clean them and I’ll be fine,” Charles says.
He loves the pain? I want to get him some help, but I’m worried about Julian too. What else to do but give in? I just hope he knows what he’s doing. “Alright, but if you get sick, you’re going straight there,” I say.
“Thank you,” Charles whispers. I watch him curl up into himself, his body shaking, trembling. It’s as if he’s suddenly very cold. “Warm, please. Make cold go away.”
“Shit, come on, Hamish, go run a bath. Don’t make it too hot though,” I say.
I watch Hamish run off into the bathroom. I look back down at Charles to see him losing consciousness again. Damn. I take hold of him and attempt to carry him. God, he’s heavy. Thank God Hamish comes just in time to help me carry him to the bathroom. I wouldn’t have managed on my own. We prop him up against the wall and peel his clothes from him. Staying in them won’t do him any good at all. He’s just coming round as we lower him into the bath.
“Get in with him, Hamish. He needs the support,” I say.
Hamish strips and gets in the bath so he’s sitting behind Charles. I notice Hamish carefully cleaning the wounds. He’s being really gentle. I kneel beside the bath, gently washing the blood and the dirt from him. Hamish wraps an arm around his chest, holding him steady. Charles turns around to look at him.
“Hey there. I’m not hurting you, am I?” Hamish says.
“N-no, it’s ok. Just… not expecting this. Sorry,” Charles says.
“Hey, you asked for it. Besides, you look like you could do with a bit of looking after. Have you seen the scar tissue on your back?” I say.
“Scar tissue? I’ve been whipped for years. I don’t doubt there’s a few scars. But, I’ve never seen them,” Charles says. God he sounds so exhausted.
“You’ve had this done to you before? Why? Why would you want to be whipped?” I say.
“B-because the pain, it excites me. And then – when Master, when he punished me. I feared the cat more than anything else,” Charles whispers. “I’m a pathetic pain slut. Always have been, always will be. I’ll do anything for the pain. I-It’s such a rush, to have the pain flying up your spine. It’s one of the only pleasures I’ve ever been allowed to have.”
I see Hamish wrap his arms around him, holding him gently, resting his head against his shoulder. He gives his neck a soft kiss. Such a sweet thing to do. There’s nothing horrible about Hamish at all. He’s the sweetest, gentlest, most thoughtful guy in the world.
“No one deserves to be hurt like that. I won’t let them,” I say. “You deserve so much better than that.”
“You don’t need to do this. I-I’ll be fine. I survived this long, didn’t I?” Charles says. Still the fear in his voice.
“Hey, you can’t just turn up like this and not expect us to help,” I say.
“No, really, it’d be better if you didn’t get involved. I shouldn’t have come here. I should go, see if Master will ever forgive me for abandoning him,” he says, trying to stand and free himself from Hamish’s arms. I reach up and grab his arm, stopping him again. I don’t want him going in the state he’s in.
“Oh, no you don’t. I’m not letting you go back there like that,” I say, standing up as I try and force him back into the bath. “You’re staying here. You need to heal.”
He acquiesces reluctantly, I notice, and he sits back down again, leaning against Hamish. Just then, there’s a banging on the door. I look back before turning to look at Hamish and Charles again. I have a very bad feeling about this, but I try not to startle them.
“I should go get that. Look after him, Hamish,” I say and leave, closing the bathroom door behind me. I want them safe and hidden. If it is Julian, I can imagine he’ll be angry and I don’t want them seeing that. I have to deal with this.
I walk over to the door and open it, seeing Julian standing there. God, he looks pissed. I’ve barely got the door open when he’s barged inside. I’m pushed aside as he strides into the room.
“I want my slave back, Adam! What have you done with her?” Julian yells, immediately beginning his search of the flat. Fucking hell, he’s angry.
“I haven’t got her. I haven’t seen her since the night you lent her to me. I sent her away. If she’s gotten lost since then, that’s not my problem,” I say, hating to lie but wanting to protect Charles more than anything.
“Liar! I know she’s here! You brainwashed her! You made her run away from me!” Julian says, turning to face me.
I don’t want to fight him, but I don’t like his accusations. “I never did anything like that! You know I wouldn’t do that. She’s not here, Julian. Fuck off. If she’s run away from you, I can’t really blame her. I’ve seen how terrified she is of you,” I say, not wanting to pick a fight with him, but not wanting to be a coward and let him walk all over me.
“Bastard! Where have you hidden her?” he says, charging at me.
He’s attacking me now, but I won’t let him find her. He hits hard, he’s strong, he is, and I do my best to keep him at bay, but he overpowers me and gets in a punch to my head. I overbalance and go crashing to the floor. I lie there, groggy, too dizzy and sore to get up. I feel my eyes closing, wanting to sleep, praying desperately that Charles can remain hidden.
“Where is she? I’ll find her if I have to tear this place to pieces!” Julian says.
I’m not really aware of what’s going on around me. When I open my eyes, I see Hamish staring down at me. Oh, God he looks so worried. I hope I’m not hurt too bad, though it’s hard to say judging by how fucking sore I feel.
“Fucking hell, he hits hard. Do I look ok?” I say, trying not to sound too badly hurt.
“Couple of nasty bruises. How are you feeling?” Hamish says, brushing his fingers against my cheek.
“Shit,” I say, a stab of pain flaring in my ribs as I breathe in. I haven’t broken anything, have I? It hurts so much I almost want to cry.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” he says.
I don’t fight him as he picks me up and carries me to bed. I lie there and quickly close my eyes, my brain and body wanting to rest.
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: Admish meets The Chaser
Characters: Charles Firth, Julian Morrow a.k.a Master, Adam, Hamish
Word Count: 2,158
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Author's Notes/Summary: Here are my strange ideas about the Firth persona being the cover-up for a submissive feminised little pain slut a timid, introverted little buttercup.
Part three is longer than the other two. Just as they're getting Charles all settled and healed, etc, Julian barges in, looking for him. Obviously, this doesn't go well at all.
This is the last finished part so far. I have no idea when part four will be finished. At the moment, it's nothing more than a coule of paragraphs and several lines of dialogue.
Champion
I sit by Charles for half an hour or so before I see him move, a soft sigh the only sound from him. I squeeze his hand gently, seeing his eyes gradually open. His movements are small, stiff and tell of the pain he’s in. He can barely turn his head to look up at me. I can’t help but cup his cheek with my hand, saddened and horrified to see him in such a state.
“What did you do to deserve such cruelty, Charles?” I whisper. “What made Julian this angry?”
“Betrayal… Master… Doubted his… love for me…” Charles’ voice trails off, though it was barely a whisper to begin with.
“Did he use… did he use the cat on you?” I whisper back, not wanting to alert Hamish to our conversation.
Charles doesn’t answer, letting out a soft moan. It’s all the answer I need though. Damn. That whip is horrible. That explains the blood.
“Hey, he’s awake, Hamish. Get over here,” I say, turning my attention to Hamish standing by the window. “How are you feeling, Charles?” I say softly, returning to Charles. I notice Hamish approaching us, coming to stand behind me.
“God… the pain… help,” Charles manages to say.
“What happened to you? You look like shit,” I say.
“Punishment. Master… so angry… Had to leave. Not worthy of his love,” Charles says, barely speaking. “Wanted to…”
I’m not sure I want to know how that sentence finishes. Wanted to what? I don’t want to think about it. I take Charles’ hesitation to mean it’s definitely not something pleasant.
“You hurt at all? What did he do to you?” I say, though I know full well what happened to him. I haven’t dared look at the marks though. Too afraid to look.
“You really wanna know? So ashamed. Let Master down. Don’t deserve his love.” His voice is getting stronger, which is good. I can still hear his pain though.
“Was it that bad? Did… Why did he make you bleed?”
“Whipped. God, the pain. Then, out… cold, so tired. So hungry. Don’t… let Master know I’m here. Doesn’t know… I left. Don’t want… to bother him,” Charles says.
He ran away from Julian? He must’ve threatened him with something pretty awful to scare him into leaving. He whipped him, sent him outside… What could possibly have scared him enough to make him abandon Julian like this? Could it be that whatever Julian threatened him with was so bad it scared him into leaving? I mean, that whipping is pretty bad too, but from what I know, he’s had that before. No, something else triggered this, but I don’t know what.
“He did that to you?” I pause. I don’t like this. He’s afraid. I’m afraid. “Can-can I see? I mean, how bad is it?” I say.
Much as I don’t want to see the injuries, I know I have to see them to be able to look after him properly. Charles rolls over. His movements plainly tell how much pain he’s in. I carefully lend him a hand, revealing the bleeding welts all over his back and legs. I struggle to contain my horror at seeing them.
“Oh, God. He did this to you? My God, there’s so many of them. How… how did you survive this?” I say.
“I-I don’t know. All I remember is pain. Don’t let him find me. He… He’ll do terrible things to me if he finds me,” Charles says.
“Are you that scared of him? What’s he done to you?” I say, concerned at how scared he is.
Charles sits up, struggling to dress himself again. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come. I should go,” he says. I grab his arm as he goes to leave. He looks down at me. “I don’t want you getting hurt because of me,” he says.
“We won’t get hurt. But, you need to stay here. You’re badly injured. We can look after you,” I say. I don’t want him going because I’m terrified he’ll die and Jules will probably blame me for his death.
“I-I didn’t know where else to go, I’m sorry. I’m so pathetic. I left my Master because I was scared for my own life. I’m not allowed to be so selfish. How could I leave him alone like that? He won’t want me back now. I’ve failed him. I deserve to die,” Charles says.
“Don’t speak like that. You deserve to be treated better than that. We’ll keep you safe, right?” I say, glancing over at Hamish, silently asking for his agreement.
“Don’t… This is all I’m good for… I’ve nothing to repay you with… I’m not worth it,” he says, sitting back down again. God, he looks so defeated.
“Hamish, go get help. Those wounds look nasty. You need to go to hospital, Charles. I don’t like those wounds at all,” I say.
“What am I to pay with? I have nothing but the clothes I’m wearing,” Charles says.
“We’ll sort something out, won’t we? I can’t just leave you here. Some of those wounds are still bleeding,” I say.
“Are they? Oh, I hadn’t noticed,” Charles says. “Just… I’ll be fine. Make me warm. Need food. Clean them. That’s all I’ve ever had. I’m used to the pain by now.”
I hear the pain in his voice, and his determination to remain here. What’s he so afraid of? “Are you sure? I don’t like this. I’d rather have someone-”
“No. I’m not leaving here. He’ll find me. Too much trouble. I’ve coped with this before. Just clean them and let me rest,” Charles insists.
“Charles, you’re not thinking right. How can you just get used to the pain?” I say, unable to imagine just coping with that much pain.
“You get used to it. It’s what I am, ok? I’m a pain slut. I get off on pain. The stinging pain brings on so much pleasure. It’s an incredible rush. I know how to cope with this, ok? Just clean them and I’ll be fine,” Charles says.
He loves the pain? I want to get him some help, but I’m worried about Julian too. What else to do but give in? I just hope he knows what he’s doing. “Alright, but if you get sick, you’re going straight there,” I say.
“Thank you,” Charles whispers. I watch him curl up into himself, his body shaking, trembling. It’s as if he’s suddenly very cold. “Warm, please. Make cold go away.”
“Shit, come on, Hamish, go run a bath. Don’t make it too hot though,” I say.
I watch Hamish run off into the bathroom. I look back down at Charles to see him losing consciousness again. Damn. I take hold of him and attempt to carry him. God, he’s heavy. Thank God Hamish comes just in time to help me carry him to the bathroom. I wouldn’t have managed on my own. We prop him up against the wall and peel his clothes from him. Staying in them won’t do him any good at all. He’s just coming round as we lower him into the bath.
“Get in with him, Hamish. He needs the support,” I say.
Hamish strips and gets in the bath so he’s sitting behind Charles. I notice Hamish carefully cleaning the wounds. He’s being really gentle. I kneel beside the bath, gently washing the blood and the dirt from him. Hamish wraps an arm around his chest, holding him steady. Charles turns around to look at him.
“Hey there. I’m not hurting you, am I?” Hamish says.
“N-no, it’s ok. Just… not expecting this. Sorry,” Charles says.
“Hey, you asked for it. Besides, you look like you could do with a bit of looking after. Have you seen the scar tissue on your back?” I say.
“Scar tissue? I’ve been whipped for years. I don’t doubt there’s a few scars. But, I’ve never seen them,” Charles says. God he sounds so exhausted.
“You’ve had this done to you before? Why? Why would you want to be whipped?” I say.
“B-because the pain, it excites me. And then – when Master, when he punished me. I feared the cat more than anything else,” Charles whispers. “I’m a pathetic pain slut. Always have been, always will be. I’ll do anything for the pain. I-It’s such a rush, to have the pain flying up your spine. It’s one of the only pleasures I’ve ever been allowed to have.”
I see Hamish wrap his arms around him, holding him gently, resting his head against his shoulder. He gives his neck a soft kiss. Such a sweet thing to do. There’s nothing horrible about Hamish at all. He’s the sweetest, gentlest, most thoughtful guy in the world.
“No one deserves to be hurt like that. I won’t let them,” I say. “You deserve so much better than that.”
“You don’t need to do this. I-I’ll be fine. I survived this long, didn’t I?” Charles says. Still the fear in his voice.
“Hey, you can’t just turn up like this and not expect us to help,” I say.
“No, really, it’d be better if you didn’t get involved. I shouldn’t have come here. I should go, see if Master will ever forgive me for abandoning him,” he says, trying to stand and free himself from Hamish’s arms. I reach up and grab his arm, stopping him again. I don’t want him going in the state he’s in.
“Oh, no you don’t. I’m not letting you go back there like that,” I say, standing up as I try and force him back into the bath. “You’re staying here. You need to heal.”
He acquiesces reluctantly, I notice, and he sits back down again, leaning against Hamish. Just then, there’s a banging on the door. I look back before turning to look at Hamish and Charles again. I have a very bad feeling about this, but I try not to startle them.
“I should go get that. Look after him, Hamish,” I say and leave, closing the bathroom door behind me. I want them safe and hidden. If it is Julian, I can imagine he’ll be angry and I don’t want them seeing that. I have to deal with this.
I walk over to the door and open it, seeing Julian standing there. God, he looks pissed. I’ve barely got the door open when he’s barged inside. I’m pushed aside as he strides into the room.
“I want my slave back, Adam! What have you done with her?” Julian yells, immediately beginning his search of the flat. Fucking hell, he’s angry.
“I haven’t got her. I haven’t seen her since the night you lent her to me. I sent her away. If she’s gotten lost since then, that’s not my problem,” I say, hating to lie but wanting to protect Charles more than anything.
“Liar! I know she’s here! You brainwashed her! You made her run away from me!” Julian says, turning to face me.
I don’t want to fight him, but I don’t like his accusations. “I never did anything like that! You know I wouldn’t do that. She’s not here, Julian. Fuck off. If she’s run away from you, I can’t really blame her. I’ve seen how terrified she is of you,” I say, not wanting to pick a fight with him, but not wanting to be a coward and let him walk all over me.
“Bastard! Where have you hidden her?” he says, charging at me.
He’s attacking me now, but I won’t let him find her. He hits hard, he’s strong, he is, and I do my best to keep him at bay, but he overpowers me and gets in a punch to my head. I overbalance and go crashing to the floor. I lie there, groggy, too dizzy and sore to get up. I feel my eyes closing, wanting to sleep, praying desperately that Charles can remain hidden.
“Where is she? I’ll find her if I have to tear this place to pieces!” Julian says.
I’m not really aware of what’s going on around me. When I open my eyes, I see Hamish staring down at me. Oh, God he looks so worried. I hope I’m not hurt too bad, though it’s hard to say judging by how fucking sore I feel.
“Fucking hell, he hits hard. Do I look ok?” I say, trying not to sound too badly hurt.
“Couple of nasty bruises. How are you feeling?” Hamish says, brushing his fingers against my cheek.
“Shit,” I say, a stab of pain flaring in my ribs as I breathe in. I haven’t broken anything, have I? It hurts so much I almost want to cry.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” he says.
I don’t fight him as he picks me up and carries me to bed. I lie there and quickly close my eyes, my brain and body wanting to rest.