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wolfanficsTitle: Protection
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: Admish meets The Chaser
Characters: Charles Firth, Julian Morrow a.k.a Master, Adam, Hamish
Word Count: 2,205
Warnings:
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 fora submissive feminised little pain slut a timid, introverted little buttercup. I doubt this chapter will be as dark as the last one.
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.
Protection
I’m not even sure how long I sleep for until I’m woken. Or I wake up. Or something like that. But I come to realise I’m not sleeping against the door anymore. I’m inside. Inside Adam’s flat. He must’ve woken up, found me there and brought me inside. I must look a mess. Am I alone? I can barely turn my neck to see. I think someone’s beside me, or near me. Am I on a couch? Or a bed? I can’t tell, except that it’s soft. Soft and warm.
“How are you feeling, Charles?” a voice says. Adam says. God, my mind is fucked. Everything’s so blurry, so … not right. He sounds so far away. Ah, now the pain from my flogging hits me. Crashes into me. Or something like that. I can’t help but moan, wishing I were dead.
“God… the pain… help,” is all I manage to say.
Adam’s face comes into view. He looks so worried. I think I see Hamish with him. God, how bad do I look? I’m so hungry, but the pain overtakes any urge to eat. God, I want to die. Anything to stop this suffering. Is this punishment for abandoning my Master?
“What happened to you? You look like shit,” Adam says.
“Punishment. Master… so angry… Had to leave. Not worthy of His love,” I say, barely speaking. “Wanted to…” I can’t bring myself to say it. I’m only just realising how much strength it took to actually abandon my Master, to actually leave because I was afraid for my life. I’m sure He would’ve killed me if I’d stayed around. Or have someone else kill me. I’m nothing more than a coward.
“You hurt at all? What did he do to you?” Adam says.
I swallow, fighting away the pain. Do I dare tell him the truth? That He whipped me for I don’t know how long and made me sleep outside? Would he be able to handle that? Perhaps I should ask. I don’t know if he’s ever seen the sort of injuries I’ve grown used to having. “You really wanna know? So ashamed. Let Master down. Don’t deserve His love.” I’m not sure what I’m saying exactly, just that I’m speaking.
“Was it that bad? Did… Did he make you bleed?” I can hear the fear, the hesitation in his voice. Oh, God, I’ll have to tell him. I hope he can handle this, because I need him to understand. I need him to help me.
“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,” I say.
“He did that to you?” He pauses, and I know he doesn’t like this. He’s afraid. He whipped me too, but he did nothing like what Master did to me. I wonder what he’s thinking about. Wondering if he’s capable of inflicting this much damage onto one person? Perhaps. It’s his eyes. He’s scared, I can tell. But he wants to make this right, I think. “Can-can I see? I mean, how bad is it?” he says.
I force my body to move, rolling over onto my stomach as I try and remove the pants I’m wearing. I wince a little when I feel his hands against my skin, but I realise he’s just trying to help and my shock doesn’t last. I can almost feel his horror at seeing my injuries.
“Oh, God. He did this to you? My God, there’s so many of them. How… how did you survive this?” he says. His voice is wavering. I know he doesn’t like this at all. I feel his fingers brushing over the wounds. I have to shiver at the extra pain.
“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,” I say. Suddenly, I’m doubting the sensibility of running away from Master. This is not just disobedience. This is outright betrayal of trust. I’ve turned against my Master. He has no right to take me back. I deserve to be killed for what I’ve done.
“Are you that scared of him? What’s he done to you?” Adam says. I’m scared of the concern in his voice.
I sit up, struggling to dress myself again. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come. I should go,” I say. I make to leave, forcing myself to stand up. I feel a hand on my arm, and I look back at Adam. “I don’t want you getting hurt because of me.”
“We won’t get hurt. But, you need to stay here. You’re badly injured. We can look after you,” Adam says.
“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,” I say.
“Don’t speak like that. You deserve to be treated better than that. We’ll keep you safe, right?” Adam says.
“Don’t… This is all I’m good for… I’ve nothing to repay you with… I’m not worth it,” I say, slumping back down onto the couch again, ignoring the pain in my body. I’m more than used to it by now.
“Hamish, go get help. Those wounds look nasty. You need to go to hospital, Charles. I don’t like those wounds at all,” Adam says.
“What am I to pay with? I have nothing but the clothes I’m wearing,” I say, ashamed at what I’ve been reduced to. Master got any money I earned so He could look after me, see? I didn’t deserve money.
“We’ll sort something out, won’t we? I can’t just leave you here. Some of those wounds are still bleeding,” Adam says.
“Are they? Oh, I hadn’t noticed,” I say. “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.”
“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,” I say.
“Charles, you’re not thinking right. How can you just get used to the pain?” Adam says.
“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,” I say.
Adam sighs. “Alright, but if you get sick, you’re going straight there,” he says.
“Thank you,” I whisper, suddenly feeling freezing cold. I curl up into myself, shaking. “Warm, please. Make cold go away.”
I’m not entirely sure how I get there, but I’m carried into the bathroom before I finally find myself lying in hot water, or at least, it feels hot to me. I become aware of a strange sensation working its way over my body. I look down and find Adam scrubbing me before I become aware that what I’m leaning against is human. I turn around to see Hamish behind me, an arm wrapped around my chest, a hand softly cleaning the wounds on my back.
“Hey there. I’m not hurting you, am I?” Hamish says.
“N-no, it’s ok. Just… not expecting this. Sorry,” I say.
“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?” Hamish says.
“Scar tissue? I’ve been whipped for years. I don’t doubt there’s a few scars. But, I’ve never seen them,” I say.
“You’ve had this done to you before? Why? Why would you want to be whipped?” Hamish says.
“B-because the pain, it excites me. And then – when Master, when He punished me. I feared the cat more than anything else,” I whisper. “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 feel his arms close around me, his head resting against my shoulder. He gives my neck a soft kiss before he holds me close. I must admit I’m surprised at this sort of affection. I’m not used to it. Master never held me like this.
“No one deserves to be hurt like that. I won’t let them,” Hamish says.
“You don’t need to do this. I-I’ll be fine. I survived this long, didn’t I?” I say, not wanting to put his life in danger. I have a feeling Master’s revenge will be terrible. I don’t want Adam or Hamish to get hurt, though I’m afraid that’s what’ll happen.
“Hey, you can’t just turn up like this and not expect us to help,” Hamish says.
“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,” I say, freeing myself from Hamish’s arms and going to get out of the bath.
“Oh, no you don’t. I’m not letting you go back there like that,” Adam says, pushing me back into the bath. “You’re staying here. You need to heal.”
I give in, knowing I’m not strong enough to fight them. I lay back against Hamish, wondering what on earth I’ve done. Master will probably know I’m gone by now. He’ll be angry. I wonder if He’ll know where to look for me?
Just then, I hear a banging on the door. Adam looks back before turning to look at me again. “I should go get that. Look after him, Hamish,” he says and leaves, closing the bathroom door behind him.
I begin shaking, terrified it’s Master come to claim me back again. Hamish holds me close, whispering in my ear.
“Shh, it’s ok, Adam’ll look after everything,” he says to me.
“He’s come for me. I know He has. He’ll kill me. I’ve betrayed Him,” I whisper.
“Shh, don’t be afraid. Everything’ll be alright,” Hamish says.
We sit in silence, listening earnestly. It’s quickly obvious who’s come to visit. It is my Master. I’ve never heard Him this angry before.
“I want my slave back, Adam! What have you done with her?” Master says.
“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,” Adam says.
“Liar! I know she’s here! You brainwashed her! You made her run away from me!” Master says.
I turn back and look at Hamish as what sounds like a fight breaks out. Yelling and hitting and such. I feel Hamish’s arms tighten around me. Master’s turned violent. This can’t be good. And suddenly, there’s a crash, and it sounds like someone’s fallen to the ground.
“Where is she? I’ll find her if I have to tear this place to pieces!” Master says.
Oh, God, what’s he done to Adam?
I can hear doors slamming, He’s stomping through the flat. I’m shivering. It’s only a matter of time before He comes in here. And then the door opens and there He is. I immediately shrink from Him, terrified of His wrath. I feel His hands grab hold of me tightly, pulling me away from Hamish. He drags me from the bathroom into the living room, throwing me against the wall. I cower in fear, too afraid to look at Him.
“Stupid bitch, what the hell did you think you were doing?” Master yells at me. “Answer me!”
“I… I was saving You the trouble of looking after such a pathetic slut like me,” I whisper, almost unable to speak.
“You deserve nothing more than to be thrown out on the streets. You’re not even worth selling. Your contract is dead, consider yourself without a Master,” Master says.
I shiver and curl into myself, wanting to cry so badly, but trying to hold them back. “Yes, Master,” I whisper.
“Shut the fuck up. I’m not your Master anymore. Stay here with these traitors if you wish, but don’t ever come back to me. There’s no place for you there anymore. I have a much more obedient slave waiting for me. I’ll make sure you never have another Master,” Master says.
I cry out in pain as He kicks my ribs several times, making sure I understand Him. I can’t hold my tears back now. He yells at me, calls me all these names, punches my head a couple of times. It’s not like it’s the first time He’s beaten me up. I don’t see Him leave, but I hear the front door slam and silence slowly returns to the flat. I have no strength in me at all. I lean against the wall, too tired to move. I can’t hear anything. Everything goes silent. I think I pass out or fall asleep or both.
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: Admish meets The Chaser
Characters: Charles Firth, Julian Morrow a.k.a Master, Adam, Hamish
Word Count: 2,205
Warnings:
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
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.
Protection
I’m not even sure how long I sleep for until I’m woken. Or I wake up. Or something like that. But I come to realise I’m not sleeping against the door anymore. I’m inside. Inside Adam’s flat. He must’ve woken up, found me there and brought me inside. I must look a mess. Am I alone? I can barely turn my neck to see. I think someone’s beside me, or near me. Am I on a couch? Or a bed? I can’t tell, except that it’s soft. Soft and warm.
“How are you feeling, Charles?” a voice says. Adam says. God, my mind is fucked. Everything’s so blurry, so … not right. He sounds so far away. Ah, now the pain from my flogging hits me. Crashes into me. Or something like that. I can’t help but moan, wishing I were dead.
“God… the pain… help,” is all I manage to say.
Adam’s face comes into view. He looks so worried. I think I see Hamish with him. God, how bad do I look? I’m so hungry, but the pain overtakes any urge to eat. God, I want to die. Anything to stop this suffering. Is this punishment for abandoning my Master?
“What happened to you? You look like shit,” Adam says.
“Punishment. Master… so angry… Had to leave. Not worthy of His love,” I say, barely speaking. “Wanted to…” I can’t bring myself to say it. I’m only just realising how much strength it took to actually abandon my Master, to actually leave because I was afraid for my life. I’m sure He would’ve killed me if I’d stayed around. Or have someone else kill me. I’m nothing more than a coward.
“You hurt at all? What did he do to you?” Adam says.
I swallow, fighting away the pain. Do I dare tell him the truth? That He whipped me for I don’t know how long and made me sleep outside? Would he be able to handle that? Perhaps I should ask. I don’t know if he’s ever seen the sort of injuries I’ve grown used to having. “You really wanna know? So ashamed. Let Master down. Don’t deserve His love.” I’m not sure what I’m saying exactly, just that I’m speaking.
“Was it that bad? Did… Did he make you bleed?” I can hear the fear, the hesitation in his voice. Oh, God, I’ll have to tell him. I hope he can handle this, because I need him to understand. I need him to help me.
“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,” I say.
“He did that to you?” He pauses, and I know he doesn’t like this. He’s afraid. He whipped me too, but he did nothing like what Master did to me. I wonder what he’s thinking about. Wondering if he’s capable of inflicting this much damage onto one person? Perhaps. It’s his eyes. He’s scared, I can tell. But he wants to make this right, I think. “Can-can I see? I mean, how bad is it?” he says.
I force my body to move, rolling over onto my stomach as I try and remove the pants I’m wearing. I wince a little when I feel his hands against my skin, but I realise he’s just trying to help and my shock doesn’t last. I can almost feel his horror at seeing my injuries.
“Oh, God. He did this to you? My God, there’s so many of them. How… how did you survive this?” he says. His voice is wavering. I know he doesn’t like this at all. I feel his fingers brushing over the wounds. I have to shiver at the extra pain.
“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,” I say. Suddenly, I’m doubting the sensibility of running away from Master. This is not just disobedience. This is outright betrayal of trust. I’ve turned against my Master. He has no right to take me back. I deserve to be killed for what I’ve done.
“Are you that scared of him? What’s he done to you?” Adam says. I’m scared of the concern in his voice.
I sit up, struggling to dress myself again. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come. I should go,” I say. I make to leave, forcing myself to stand up. I feel a hand on my arm, and I look back at Adam. “I don’t want you getting hurt because of me.”
“We won’t get hurt. But, you need to stay here. You’re badly injured. We can look after you,” Adam says.
“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,” I say.
“Don’t speak like that. You deserve to be treated better than that. We’ll keep you safe, right?” Adam says.
“Don’t… This is all I’m good for… I’ve nothing to repay you with… I’m not worth it,” I say, slumping back down onto the couch again, ignoring the pain in my body. I’m more than used to it by now.
“Hamish, go get help. Those wounds look nasty. You need to go to hospital, Charles. I don’t like those wounds at all,” Adam says.
“What am I to pay with? I have nothing but the clothes I’m wearing,” I say, ashamed at what I’ve been reduced to. Master got any money I earned so He could look after me, see? I didn’t deserve money.
“We’ll sort something out, won’t we? I can’t just leave you here. Some of those wounds are still bleeding,” Adam says.
“Are they? Oh, I hadn’t noticed,” I say. “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.”
“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,” I say.
“Charles, you’re not thinking right. How can you just get used to the pain?” Adam says.
“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,” I say.
Adam sighs. “Alright, but if you get sick, you’re going straight there,” he says.
“Thank you,” I whisper, suddenly feeling freezing cold. I curl up into myself, shaking. “Warm, please. Make cold go away.”
I’m not entirely sure how I get there, but I’m carried into the bathroom before I finally find myself lying in hot water, or at least, it feels hot to me. I become aware of a strange sensation working its way over my body. I look down and find Adam scrubbing me before I become aware that what I’m leaning against is human. I turn around to see Hamish behind me, an arm wrapped around my chest, a hand softly cleaning the wounds on my back.
“Hey there. I’m not hurting you, am I?” Hamish says.
“N-no, it’s ok. Just… not expecting this. Sorry,” I say.
“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?” Hamish says.
“Scar tissue? I’ve been whipped for years. I don’t doubt there’s a few scars. But, I’ve never seen them,” I say.
“You’ve had this done to you before? Why? Why would you want to be whipped?” Hamish says.
“B-because the pain, it excites me. And then – when Master, when He punished me. I feared the cat more than anything else,” I whisper. “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 feel his arms close around me, his head resting against my shoulder. He gives my neck a soft kiss before he holds me close. I must admit I’m surprised at this sort of affection. I’m not used to it. Master never held me like this.
“No one deserves to be hurt like that. I won’t let them,” Hamish says.
“You don’t need to do this. I-I’ll be fine. I survived this long, didn’t I?” I say, not wanting to put his life in danger. I have a feeling Master’s revenge will be terrible. I don’t want Adam or Hamish to get hurt, though I’m afraid that’s what’ll happen.
“Hey, you can’t just turn up like this and not expect us to help,” Hamish says.
“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,” I say, freeing myself from Hamish’s arms and going to get out of the bath.
“Oh, no you don’t. I’m not letting you go back there like that,” Adam says, pushing me back into the bath. “You’re staying here. You need to heal.”
I give in, knowing I’m not strong enough to fight them. I lay back against Hamish, wondering what on earth I’ve done. Master will probably know I’m gone by now. He’ll be angry. I wonder if He’ll know where to look for me?
Just then, I hear a banging on the door. Adam looks back before turning to look at me again. “I should go get that. Look after him, Hamish,” he says and leaves, closing the bathroom door behind him.
I begin shaking, terrified it’s Master come to claim me back again. Hamish holds me close, whispering in my ear.
“Shh, it’s ok, Adam’ll look after everything,” he says to me.
“He’s come for me. I know He has. He’ll kill me. I’ve betrayed Him,” I whisper.
“Shh, don’t be afraid. Everything’ll be alright,” Hamish says.
We sit in silence, listening earnestly. It’s quickly obvious who’s come to visit. It is my Master. I’ve never heard Him this angry before.
“I want my slave back, Adam! What have you done with her?” Master says.
“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,” Adam says.
“Liar! I know she’s here! You brainwashed her! You made her run away from me!” Master says.
I turn back and look at Hamish as what sounds like a fight breaks out. Yelling and hitting and such. I feel Hamish’s arms tighten around me. Master’s turned violent. This can’t be good. And suddenly, there’s a crash, and it sounds like someone’s fallen to the ground.
“Where is she? I’ll find her if I have to tear this place to pieces!” Master says.
Oh, God, what’s he done to Adam?
I can hear doors slamming, He’s stomping through the flat. I’m shivering. It’s only a matter of time before He comes in here. And then the door opens and there He is. I immediately shrink from Him, terrified of His wrath. I feel His hands grab hold of me tightly, pulling me away from Hamish. He drags me from the bathroom into the living room, throwing me against the wall. I cower in fear, too afraid to look at Him.
“Stupid bitch, what the hell did you think you were doing?” Master yells at me. “Answer me!”
“I… I was saving You the trouble of looking after such a pathetic slut like me,” I whisper, almost unable to speak.
“You deserve nothing more than to be thrown out on the streets. You’re not even worth selling. Your contract is dead, consider yourself without a Master,” Master says.
I shiver and curl into myself, wanting to cry so badly, but trying to hold them back. “Yes, Master,” I whisper.
“Shut the fuck up. I’m not your Master anymore. Stay here with these traitors if you wish, but don’t ever come back to me. There’s no place for you there anymore. I have a much more obedient slave waiting for me. I’ll make sure you never have another Master,” Master says.
I cry out in pain as He kicks my ribs several times, making sure I understand Him. I can’t hold my tears back now. He yells at me, calls me all these names, punches my head a couple of times. It’s not like it’s the first time He’s beaten me up. I don’t see Him leave, but I hear the front door slam and silence slowly returns to the flat. I have no strength in me at all. I lean against the wall, too tired to move. I can’t hear anything. Everything goes silent. I think I pass out or fall asleep or both.
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Date: 2006-10-22 08:54 am (UTC)Ohh...where's this Adam/Wil/Paul fic?? I like Adam/Wil...
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Date: 2006-10-22 08:59 am (UTC)It's not published yet, it's not even finished! I also have an Adam/Wil that I'm working on finishing. I'm rewriting it since the first time I attempted to write it, Hamish barged in and refused to leave, and I got stuck unable to finish it. So I'm kicking Hamish out, locking him in a cage and writing it again without him, because I think that'll help me finish it.
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Date: 2006-10-22 09:03 am (UTC)