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What did he mean 'stole' him? Tomas panicked. He was beyond hearing anything else and he used what was left of his strength to beat against the other male's chest. "Take me home! Take me HOME! I want to go home! The wedding! Reichen will never forgive me!!" He was exhausting himself, but Tomas didn't care. He couldn't handle Reichen being upset with him on top of everything else. "Take me home you pedo!!"
 
"The wedding's postponed." He stated, scooping up the boy over his shoulder and going back to the bed to drop him down. "and I'm not a pedo when you're of legal age." He added while pulling the covers up to his hips. "Nor when I don't plan to take advantage of you. Sicklings are no fun." He shrugged, arms crossing over his torso. "Your brothers know you're here. The wedding will be when you're better." He tapped his foot on the ground, eyes staying with the boy.
 
"No I want to go home!!" The words were barely a whisper now, and the white haired male had passed out before he'd been placed in the bed. He'd exhausted all of his energy reserves, and had slipped into a very deep sleep.

Reichen was pacing back and forth, worried about Tomas. "Are you sure we can't go see him?" he whined softly at his mother, eyes pleading. "I just want to make sure he's okay!"
 
A couple days later, walking into Tomas's room was a new face to the man. A little leaf-green skinned boy walked into the room. "Hello Master Tomas, I am Ivy." He bowed his head, purple locks falling over his shoulder. Half were pulled back into a ponytail, the rest falling to the back of his shoulders. "Master Azazel is busy today, so he sent me to take care of you. His words were to give that little bitch all he wanted, but I do not think you are a bitch." he smiled as he walked closer to the other. "So. What is it that I may do for you today? I can show you around. I hear you havne't left the room yet. It would you like to take a bath, I do brag that I make quite the perfect ones, but I am bragging."
 
He opened his eyes and eyed the new male critcially. Tomas studied him for a minute before shrugging. "You can take me home, then," he said while stiffly swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. To even make that small move took a lot out of him, and Tomas had to pause for a minute to catch his breath again before pushing himself up, only to fall back down onto the mattress again. "Fuck!" Tomas growled and waited before trying again, and failing. He cursed again and threw something that was closest to him against the wall. "Just take me home!!"
 
"No." He said simply while walking over to the man. His arm looped around his hips and he helped to pull him up and off the bed. He gripped him tightly and then began to help him toward the bathroom. "Take a bath. It will help your legs. But you also need to eat. Even if it's just broth or a smoothie or something." He giggled happily and looked up at the man with a grin. "I can give you a strip show if you want." He offered with a wink.
 
With a growl, Tomas pushed the other male away from him. He was angry and frustrated that he was being held hostage. "I want to go home and until I do, tell him that he can go FUCK HIMSELF. You too." The half demon pulled the covers up over his head to pout some more, refusing to move anywhere or talk to anyone.
 
Ivy blinked a few times before he giggled. "It's so cute! You think you have a choice." He then yanked the covers away and hoisted the other up and onto his shoulder - looking a lot weaker than he actually was. He then turned and walked toward the bath. "Since you are not going to choose something, I will for you. We will take a bath. You will then have something to eat. And then I feel a movie will do you some good." He then set the other onto the bathroom counter while he got his bath started. Once the water was filling, he turned and walked back to him. "Either take your clothes off, or I will for you."
 
"Fuck off." Tomas slid from the counter and wobbled back to the bed. "Seriously. Just leave me alone." He didn't want to be touched or spoken to or looked at. He wanted to be miserable and sad and pissy. It wasn't that hard to grant that wish, right? He wasn't hungry and while he was sure he smelled, Tomas really didn't care. Besides, he wanted to spend his time figuring out how to get the hell out of this place.
 
Ivy shook his head with a simple "Nope." Passing his lips. He then pulled off the other's clothes. "I do not care that you don't want me near you. You need to get out of these smelling clothes and out. You're only getting sicker. Neither of your brothers, or your family, want you to die. that's why you're here. NOw shut up and get naked before I do it for you."
 
Pissed off now, the male shoved the other out of the bathroom and closed the door. He then emptied the tub and turned on the shower head, waiting for the water to warm before stepping under the spray for a minute, still fully clothed. Fully soaked, he stepped out of the tub and left the bathroom, climbing back into his bed without drying off at all. "There. I showered. Now go fuck yourself."
 
Ivy arched a brow. "No. Do I need to explain this? And you're going to die if you do it like that. You're SOAKED!" he walked over to him and yanked his clothes off, the garments pulling away from his body without tearing the fabric. He tossed them into the laundry basket and then walked over to get some clothes and set those to the side before he pulled the other away from the bed to put the clothes on. "Let's go."
 
Tomas finally snapped. The half demon moved quickly, and had the other male pressed against the wall, holding him up by his throat. "I said to go fuck yourself. And I suggest doing just that before I snap your fucking neck!" He tightened his grip slightly for another second and then let go and walked back to the bed.
 
Ivy cleared his throat a little bit, rubbing the green flesh and he cleared his throat once more. "Um no." He said, walking over to him. "You may be a half demon, but I am full blooded." He stood beside him, arms crossed over his torso as he looked down at the other. He sighed and flopped onto the edge of the bed, looking over at the man in the bed. "Honestly. This is for you to be better."
 
"I don't give a shit." Tomas knew enough. He knew that they could force him to eat and bathe all they wanted, but until he wanted to be better, he would still be sick. "You're not going to make me better, dumbass. I want to be miserable so I'm going to be miserable and to hell with both of you. You can both go die for all I care." He pulled the blankets up over him once again, praying to be left alone.
 
A week later, Azazel made his way into the room, walking over to the other. He scooped him up and walked over to the living rom. He plopped him onto the sofa, and he stepped away. "If you're going to mope, then it's going to be out here." He stated, huffing a little more. He then turned and took out a clear liquid and walked over to the man. Straddling his hips, he cupped his jaw and poured the liquid down his throat, hand ove rhis mouth and other over his nose. Waiting for him to feel the liquid go down his throat before he moved off him. "Now you may continue moping and being pathetic, but you're not dying on my watch." With that, the frazzled demon walked out of the room, glaring at the servants. "I told you do what he WANTED dicks. Go clean his fucking room." He growled out then stalked off and into his kitchen to get some wine.
 
He struggled against the hands, but he'd lost most of his strength. Tomas glared at Azazel as the demon walked away. He sat there for a few minutes before his stomach did exactly what he'd wanted it to do and purged itself, on the rug in front of the sofa. He was pleased with himself and, not caring where he was moping, the half demon pulled the blanket off of the back of the sofa, wrapped himself up in it and laid down. His red eyes were closed and the blanket was pulled over his head, closing out the outside world and everyone else in it.
 
Azazel paused when he heard the sounds of vomit. Taking one of the red-skinned servants and dragging him toward the living room. While the other cleaned up the mess, he took a needle and popped it into the other's ass, the vitamins and nutrients serum flowing into the other's blood stream directly. "now you can mope" he mumbled and then pulled away with a smack to the side of his head, moving over to the room and sighing softly. He took up his wine and walked to his office, sitting with his right leg draped over his left.
 
The plan started to formulate a week or so later. Tomas began to act slightly better. He at least was taking the nutrients orally without purging them. He waited the week, until Azazel was out and he was left with the servants. The half demon had noticed that they were now letting him, pretty much, do as he pleased. He told them to leave him alone to shower. The teen filled the tub instead and without any other thoughts, he slipped underneath the water, forcing himself to stay under until the blissful blackness took over.
 
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" Azazel's voice roared through the mansion as the demon pulled the limp Tomas out of the tub. setting him on the ground and instantly beginning CPR. Forcing air into his lungs, bumping his heart back, everything he could until finally the other was spewing up water. The demon's arms wrapped around his shoulders and he pulled him into a tight hug, rocking back and forth as he did so. "You stupid man! you stupid, stupid man" he whispered, eyes closing as he pressed his head into the soaked locks, tears actually rolling down his face. "You can't do that! You... You can't do that."
 
He was confused, trying to piece together what was going on. Why was he still here? Why was he alive?? Tomas pushed the arms away and gathered enough strength to slug Azazel in the jaw, satisfied with the crack of the snapping jaw. "You said I could do what I want! I want to die! So leave me to fucking die you dumb shit of a failure!" He pushed the other man away and pulled himself to his shaky legs, wobbling through to the kitchen. Tomas searched through the drawers, slamming each one that didn't contain the knives he was now looking for.
 
Azazel grumbled, forcing his jaw back and then walking into the other room. He yanked the other away and pulled him away from the drawers. He pulled the other onto his shoulder and then walked into a different room. He set the other onto the bed and pulled the belts around his form, tying him to the bed and slapping his cheek, narrowing his eyes at the other. "You will NOT kill yourself, you useless piece of shit! You are NOT that pathetic. You will not kill yourself because you didn't get your way. What kind of pansy are you? Just because your brother doesn't love you the way you wanted. Or because of whatever the fuck else is going through your head? A big old fucking boo hoo! There are billions of people whose lives are worse than yours! I just had to deal with a child whose father comes into his bed every night to cop a feel and last night shoved his worthless dick up his ass. Got it? That was the least of his problems. So you and your pathetic romance is NOT a reason to kill yourself! Dumb man."
 
He fought and struggled, and resorted to spitting when he was tied down. "Fuck you!" he spat back, fighting the restraints. "How do you know! How do you know how I feel! Yeah it sucks for that kid, but maybe I feel just as bad as he does!" Who the hell was he to tell him what he could and couldn't do, anyway. "And why do you care?! Just because you thought you could 'save' me and didn't? Fuck you!"
 
"NO! Because I thought I could save your father!" He hissed, narrowing his eyes at the other. Azazel took in a deep breath, fingers curled into fists at his side. "I thought I could save him from going down the wrong path. From becoming the slime ball he turned into. And you know what he did? He killed our child. Our child. And you know what? Yeah, I'm transferring my feelings for that child onto you. But you won't get away with it. You won't die! I... I refuse to let you."
 
"Go to hell!" He struggled a bit more against his binds, nearly breaking his wrist as he did so. "I can do it internally, you know! I can damage my own heart and lungs and brain beyond your repair and then what! And then you'll still be a fucking failure!" He wasn't really sure if he could do something like that, but Tomas figured if he could heal them then he could hurt them, too.
 
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