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Title: Pride and Punishment
Author: MakaiKitty
Rating: NC-17
Category: Original Fantasy
Pairing: Tamall/Danne, "Perceived Perceptions" storyline
Warnings: Slash, Demon Sex, M/M, Dubious Consent, Blood Play/Knives, BDSM, Language, Viloence
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Status: Complete

Author's Note: This takes place a few months after the events of "Perceived Perceptions", and goes inbetween that fic and the sequel. It is a one-shot, and I don't think you neccessarily need to have read "Perceived Perceptions" to enjoy the fic, but it would probably make more sense if you at least know what happened during that story. This is really just a treat/reward for all of my lovely reviewers who demanded that Danne be made to pay, and especially for those of you who suggested that I give him to Tamall. This didn't turn out exactly as I had planned, but I hope that this is what you all had in mind.

"Pride and Punishment"

How the mighty had fallen. He could remember a time, not so very long ago, when he had been the favored child of the leader of one of the most prestigious mercenary clans in all of the realms. He'd had power, he had been regarded as one of his clan's most skilled warriors in both high magicks and the art of deception, and he had wanted for nothing thanks to his uncle's indulgent generosity. But not any longer. Now he was a wanted man, hunted by the king as well as all those loyal to him, unable even to take shelter in the village that he had always called home. Even his uncle no longer had the power to protect him. Instead, he had had to resort to taking shelter with less desirable allies, finding aid where he could, and that was how he now found himself naked and bound in the basement dungeon of a mercenary that even the stone-cold killers of their kind tended to stay clear of. Yes, Danne had learned a new definition of the Seven Hells since betraying the Trovillan royal family's secrets. And, in this realm of blood and pain, Tamall was the High Devil himself.

"Are you comfortable?" Tamall asked in a mocking tone full of false concern. He knelt down between Danne's spread legs, adjusting one of the leather cuffs that held his ankles secured, before rising and walking around the table to look at the face of the handsome golden haired mercenary. "Straps aren't too tight, are they?"

It had been five months since Danne had been forced into hiding after crossing King Samuel while fighting for the hand of his son Constantine, who had been masquerading as a fair princess at the time. Although there was a new king now, the much sought after bride's brother ascending to the throne after taking his father's life, Danne's crimes had not been forgiven. In fact, with his cousin having married the youngest prince, he suspected that the new regime was even more likely than the old one to want his head. There was little doubt in his mind that Constantine had shared the details of their encounters with his new husband, and surely that had something to do with the fact that King Cristopher had not yet let up on the hunt for him. That was why he had decided to find an ally, someone that could help him exact his revenge against all those that he felt had wronged him, and why he currently found himself at Tamall's mercy. He had come across the notoriously mad mercenary while trekking the back trails of the Normandian Forest, and while the other man was the very definition of insanity, he was also a highly skilled and extremely ruthless killer. He also wasn't overly particular about who he worked with, or what his mission was, so long as he found some sort of amusement in the end. However, as Danne tensed in reaction to a firm smack to his exposed ass, he was beginning to wonder if the price he was paying was at all worth it.

"Damn it, Tamall!"

"Now, now, Danne." Tamall said in reproach, bringing his hand down with more force on the already reddening flesh before him. He loved how easily Danne's pale skin colored from even the simplest things. "You haven't forgotten our deal, have you?"

"No." Danne said through clenched teeth, his face darkening with shame and anger as he spoke, another slap to his flanks causing him to hiss with a mixture of pain and annoyance. "I haven't forgotten anything."

"Haven't forgotten anything... what?"

"Haven't forgotten anything, /Master/."

"That's right." Tamall answered, a cackling laughter bubbling up from deep within him as he looked at the shamed mercenary laid out in front of him. "I'm your master now. That was our arrangement. I help you get revenge against your cousin and that pretty little bride of his, right all the wrongs that you think have been done to you, and in exchange I get you." Tamall raked his nails across the recently abused flesh of his prey, because that was exactly how he saw Danne at the moment, and he grinned with a dark pleasure when deep red welts welled up where he had touched. "Whenever I want you." His dark turquoise eyes glittered with malice. "However I want you."

Then, as was his habit, all of the darkness suddenly left Tamall's face, a playful smile replacing the wicked smirk that had previously twisted his lips. "You know," he said with a chuckle, "I think that this whole thing is all because of your jealousy. You've got a little crush on your cousin, don't you?"

"No!" Danne instantly denied.

"Oh, really?" Tamall teased. "I'm not so sure about that. I mean, I saw the way that you looked at him when we were all at the castle, the way that you constantly watched his every move. Not that I blame you, really, he is quite handsome. Very roguish."

"Like hell!" Danne spat.

"You don't think that he's attractive?" Tamall wondered. "Not even a little? Now, I find that hard to believe."

"Fine." Danne answered reluctantly, knowing from experience that it was best to give in rather than to make Tamall angry, a scowl on his face as he listened to the other man laughing at him. "I suppose that he is handsome in a wild, untamed sort of way. But he's far too dangerous to even consider bedding him." Then, as an afterthought, he added, "Besides, he would never submit."

"Like you're doing now?" Tamall taunted.

Danne did not answer. The truth of the words stung him deeply, and he cursed his fate not for the first time. He bit his tongue and refused to make another sound, pushing his shame and anger deep within his soul, unwilling to play the other daemon's games. He longed to break free of his bindings and throttle Tamall, repay him for each painful touch and every bitting word that he had suffered through over the past few months, but he had to remind himself that it would all be worth it when his cousin and his pretty little mate were kneeling at his feet and begging him for mercy. Then everything that he had been forced to do would be justified. He just had to wait and endure.

Danne was forced out of his musings when he felt the cold, and all too familiar, feeling of steel against his naked flesh. He didn't need to turn his head to know that Tamall had brought out one of his many knifes. Tamall always brought out a knife or two when they were in the dungeon. Always.

"Why so tense all of a sudden?" Tamall asked, his voice serious and concerned, as if he didn't already know the answer. "My little toy doesn't bother you, does it?"

Danne knew that any answer that he gave would be useless. If he said yes then he would be showing weakness, and if he said no then Tamall would know that it was a lie and he would be punished for it. He had learned early on that this sort of question was best left unanswered. It had been a painful lesson to learn, one that he was not eager to repeat, and so he remained silent and waited for Tamall to continue.

"It's not like you have to worry about me scaring up your pretty skin." Tamall joked, running the tip of his blade across the many scars that marred Danne's once flawless back. "That guard certainly did a number on you, didn't he? You really shouldn't have insulted his princess like that. Even though he acted so cold most of the time, ever the good soldier waiting in his king's shadow, I could have told you that there was heat and passion behind that still exterior. Why you were stupid enough to incur his wrath is beyond me."

"I should have been the new prince!" Danne suddenly shouted. "/Me/! Not Blaise!"

"Shame on you." Tamall said with reproach, slicing the tip of his knife across one of the tender scars on Danne's back, smiling as the other man's outburst became a strangled hiss of pain. "I didn't give you permission to speak. You're so rebellious today, more so than usual, and you're not playing by the rules at all."

Even though Danne had ceased to speak Tamall still continued to drag the blade across the bound daemon's ivory flesh, tracing the patterns that were left over from his time in the king's dungeons. He wasn't certain whether some of the marks were from Liam's whip or his claws, or if he had used something else altogether, but he was intent on covering every last one of them with his own personal brand. He marveled at the way that the soft tissue slipped apart under his knife's tip, revealing the dark, warm liquid within. It was beautiful. When at last he heard a whimper from the man beneath him he felt, if only for the moment, satisfied, and he withdrew his blade for the time being.

Watching the dark and sticky liquid oozing down Danne's back in trickling rivulets, slowly winding their way to the front of Danne's body and disappearing into the wood beneath him, Tamall couldn't help but lean down and capture a few droplets on the tip of his tongue. He moaned with pleasure, delighted by the sickeningly sweet flavor of Danne's blood. His taste was one of the main reasons that Tamall loved to split the other man open and watch him bleed. He was just too delicious not to. As he dug his tongue further into the recently opened wound, delving deeper in an attempt to taste more of Danne's unique flavor, he heard a low, drawn out groan of pain from his bound victim. However, that only made him taste all the sweeter to Tamall.

"Did the terkarian taste you like this?" Tamall wondered, pressing his thumbs into the tender flesh on either side of the wound that he had made, drawing out more of the dark blood that he so craved. "Or am I the only one that has any idea of how delicious you really are?"

This time Danne couldn't contain the scream that welled up from within him, his body thrashing in vain as his instincts caused him to try to escape from the pain that Tamall was inflicting upon him with the sharp tips of his nails. The tight leather straps that bound both his ankles and wrists prevented much movement, the bindings digging into his flesh and adding to the pain that he was already experiencing, and in the end he was reduced to whimpering moans as he lay momentarily exhausted on the unforgiving wooden table. Danne pressed his face against the cool surface of the table, trying to calm himself while Tamall continued to run his tongue over the wound on his back. As Danne tried to center himself, breathing deeply in an attempt to escape from the searing pain, waiting for it to turn into the dull ache that he had become so familiar with over recent months, he could feel Tamall humming with contentment against his back. The sensation was oddly soothing, the feeling vibrating across the open wound, and Danne began to momentarily relax against the touch of Tamall's lips. His reprieve was short lived, however, as Tamall suddenly sank his teeth into the tender skin between his lips the moment that he felt his captive beginning to relax. The shriek of pain that resulted only caused the sadistic mercenary to laugh, abandoning his feeding to howl with amusement as Danne once again began to thrash against his restraints.

"So very rebellious." Tamall said, more to himself than to Danne. "Or maybe this is just your way of begging for punishment? Hmm?"

Danne instantly stilled at those words, not liking the tone of voice that his tormentor had suddenly adopted. Punishment was never a good word when spoken by the raven haired mercenary, especially since Danne knew that he considered his earlier actions nothing more than gentle foreplay, a prelude of things to come.

"Why so quiet all of a sudden?" Tamall teased. "Are you that excited about what's about to happen?"

Danne tried to open his mouth, tried to deny this accusation, but any words that he may have spoken died in his throat, replaced by a high pitched scream of pain as Tamall roughly entered him without warning or preparation. He had been so preoccupied with Tamall's words that he hadn't even heard the tell-tale sounds of the mercenary's belt buckle being undone, hadn't noticed the dark haired man freeing his erection and preparing to enter him, and as an intense pain shot through his entire body Danne had no time to consider how grateful he really ought to be for the small kindness that Tamall had done him by taking the time to slick his cock with oil before thrusting into his unsuspecting body. Danne thrashed and struggled, trying in vain to pull his hips forward with the hopes of dislodging Tamall's flesh from it's place inside of him, screaming wordlessly as he felt the first hot rivulets of his own blood beginning to slide down the insides of his thighs as Tamall's relentless thrusting tore at the delicate tissues within him.

With a sudden movement Danne's cries were silenced as all of the breath was forced from him, his head slammed down hard against the table beneath him when Tamall pressed him into the unyielding wood with the weight of his body. The other male's fingers griped tightly into the back of Danne's neck, the pressure of the body above him making it nearly impossible to take in air, and when Tamall's hips came to an abrupt stop it did little to lessen the pain that continued to sing along Danne's every nerve.

"Tell me to stop." Tamall whispered heatedly into Danne's ear, his breath hot along his captive's jaw, his words as much a challenge as a taunt. Then his voice took on a teasing note as he began to laugh lowly, rocking his hips slowly forward, delighting in the whimpering groan that he received for his actions. "I'm a lot of things, most of them as terrible as everyone says, but a rapist I am not. So, tell me to stop and I'll do it. Say the words and I'll make the pain end right now."

Even though Danne longed to tell Tamall to stop, to tell him to get the hell off of him and to make the other man pay for all of the pain and humiliation that he had endured thus far, he knew that he could not. Not only would Tamall most likely try to kill him should he attempt to end their association, his notorious thrust for blood overtaking him when it became obvious that there was no further amusement to be found in their interactions, but Danne knew that he could not afford to lose such a valuable ally. He needed Tamall if he had any hope of conquering his enemies and gaining his revenge. And there was little doubt in Danne's mind that Tamall knew this.

"Well?" Patience filled the mercenary's voice, sounding for all the world as if he were lounging in the park and inquiring after the weather and not balls deep in another's body after having savagely violated him. "Do you want this to end, Danne?"

"No." Danne bit out through gritted teeth, his color rising as he was forced to admit defeat.

"What was that?" Tamall questioned, his voice deepening as it once again filled with dark malice. "I don't think that was what you meant to say." He twisted his fingers into Danne's long golden locks, yanking hard as he forced Danne's head back and to the side so that their eyes could meet. There was warning in Tamall's turquoise eyes, a sadistic glint that echoed the madness in his soul, but there was also hope. Hope that Danne would try to rebel, try to fight, and thus make things even worse for himself. "Why don't you try again? Tell me that you want me to stop."

The urge to spit into Tamall's smug face was almost more that Danne could resist, but in the end he gave in and said the words that he knew from experience his tormentor wanted to hear. "No, Master, please don't stop fucking me!"

"There, now I knew you could say it right." There was a smile on his face as Tamall released Danne's hair, pushing him forward and chuckling when Danne barely managed to prevent his head from slamming into the wooden table beneath him. "You're such a good little bitch when you try at it."

Perhaps Danne would have risked an answer, but instead he let out a strangled groan when Tamall immediately began thrusting into him once again, this time with complete abandon. His exhausted body refused to learn from experience, and he struggled futilely for a few moments before finally going completely limp. Eventually the only sounds that he made were quiet grunts of pain as Tamall took his pleasure, occasional whimpers falling from his lips after some of the other daemon's particularly harsh thrusts. Danne was intent on keeping completely silent, and he tried to allow his mind to drift as his body was impaled over and over again, but Tamall's taunting voice in his ear made even this small form of escape nearly impossible.

"You're trying to pretend you're not here, aren't you, Danne?"

Danne gave no answer.

"If you're not careful you're going to hurt my feelings with this silent treatment of yours." Tamall teased. "I'm really quite sensitive to such things, didn't you know?"

Still the golden haired daemon did not speak.

"You're so cruel." Tamall laughed, snapping his hips harshly and delighting in the way that Danne almost slipped and let an expletive fall from his lips. "Although, I think that your body is giving me more than enough of an answer right now."

Tamall's hand had slipped from it's place on Danne's hip, where it had already left deep bruises that were sure to last for days, and had found it's way down to the hardness between the other male's thighs. Danne growled deep in his throat when Tamall's hand wrapped around his stiff member, angry more at his body's rebellious actions than at Tamall himself. As much as he wanted to deny it, every time that the raven haired mercenary used his body like this Danne always found himself aroused at some point in the action, no matter how brutal or sadistic the treatment that he received at the hands of his tormentor. And every time that he responded to Tamall's touch his shame and self-loathing grew ten-fold, although in the end he always found a way to blame it on first Tamall, and eventually on his cousin and the royal family. This night was no exception.

"You're such a slut." Tamall whispered in Danne's ear, the mocking tone of his voice adding to both Danne's disgrace and his anger. "I'm treating you like a dirty little whore and you're getting off on it. How shameful."

Danne tried to answer these accusations, to deny that he was feeling anything even resembling pleasure, but that was when Tamall began to stroke his cock in tandem to the rocking of his hips. All that he could manage after that was a sharp intake of breath, thoughts of denial suddenly abandoning him as his much abused body began to crave the touch of the other. Soon his groans and whimpers were replaced with moans and cries of gratitude as Tamall began to touch him in ways designed to have the golden eyed daemon seeing stars.

After Danne ceased to resist, his body now drawing Tamall's organ deeper into him instead of fighting the intrusion, movement became much easier for the dominating mercenary. With the decrease in resistance Tamall found it all the easier to fill the body beneath him, and soon Danne's moans were joined by Tamall's own. The other male's cooperation added greatly to his pleasure, and it wasn't long before the turquoise eyed daemon came, spilling his seed deep within his captive's body with a roar of completion that left his throat pleasantly hoarse.

His release left him filled with a euphoric sort of exhaustion, and for a long moment Tamall just lay panting atop Danne, waiting for his brain to remember how to function properly after his mindblowing orgasm. It was only when he felt renewed struggles from beneath him that Tamall at last, reluctantly, moved. He smiled at the hiss that he heard from Danne as he pulled his now spent organ out of the other daemon's body, and he rewarded his fair haired companion with a good-natured slap to his already abused ass.

"Not half bad, Danne." Tamall teased as he began to button up his pants, pleased with the way that his body still felt easy and loose. "If this revenge thing doesn't work out for you then I'm sure that you could have a decent career as a pro."

"Fuck you!" Danne spat, a crazed expression in his shining golden eyes. "Just get over here and finish me off."

"Hmm... I'm not sure if I can do that." Tamall said with an air of seriousness. "You've just been so rebellious today, and I worry that your punishment earlier just wasn't enough. Especially not if you can still scream at your master like that."

"Tamall!" Danne shouted, an edge of desperation filling his voice as he watched Tamall begin to walk towards the stairs that would lead him to the main rooms above them. "Tamall!"

"If you're a good boy I might come down and let you loose in time for supper." He smiled wickedly over his shoulder as he reached the top of the stairs and stepped over the threshold of the doorway, making it clear without words that he most likely would not be back any time soon. "Till then."

And he shut the door, leaving Danne in silence with only the dim lighting provided by the few candles around him to illuminate the suddenly empty room. After a moment he began to thrash about wildly on the table, not caring that the leather straps were biting ever deeper into his wrists, trying desperately to break free of his bonds despite the fact that he knew from experience that there was no give at all to his bindings. He was still achingly hard, his ass hurt like hell, and he could feel Tamall's sticky and rapidly cooling essence sliding sickeningly down the insides of his thighs, mingling with the blood that already coated his skin. His cuts were stinging as sweat filled the fresh wounds, his wrists and ankles hurt from struggling, and his hair clung maddeningly to his face as he began to curse and scream in a vain attempt to bring Tamall back down to the dungeon.

Danne eventually screamed himself hoarse, his voice cracking as his throat became raw, tears of frustration streaming down his face as he finally collapsed onto the table in defeat. As he lay there he cursed all those that had led to him to find himself in such a state. He vowed revenge, once again, on his worthless cousin who was wrongfully sitting on the Trovillan throne as a prince of the kingdom. He cursed the beautiful, deceitful, prince who should rightfully have been his. He cursed the new king and his bride for continuing to hunt him, he cursed the old king who had not been strong enough to withstand a coup from his own son, and he even cursed his own uncle for not having the strength to protect his own nephew. And he couldn't forget Tamall. No, not Tamall. Originally he had planned on discarding the other mercenary once he had served his purposes, but now, after this new and cruelest humiliation, he knew that he could not allow the other man to live. Not when he had done something like this to someone that should have been sitting on the royal throne. They would all pay when he finally took his rightful place as king, after he had gotten rid of everyone who had stood in his way, and Tamall would be at the top of his list when he began executing his enemies. Yes, he would pay. They would all pay.

The End