Of Swords and Thrones: The Shadow Pact

[Passionate Shadow]

Xearon just about hissed as he was taken up. He blinked in confusion as Rokai carried him out of the water's edge. He gave a small struggle when Rokai hadn't set him down. through out the ride Xearon's face grew to a shade that rivaled those pretty red locks. He had fallen silent and still. "Set me down already I can walk." he just about squeaked after some good time.

[Malk]

"Not until we are finished with this, Xaeron," Rokai said, ignoring the sounds made for the boy until they reached the assassins' headquarters. It was a quite picturesque place, where many assassins, all Rokai's former students, lived. There, whenever it was necessary, the emperor would send his best warriors in order to turn them into assassins. After that, many of those warriors chose to stay there and live near their former tutor, as a form to thank him for their training. Besides, many of them stayed there because the assassin's life demanded many sacrifices of them, not allowing them to live among common demons and humans any more. As they arrived in the headquarters gate, the assassin said: "Open up, it's me. I have new flesh for us."

[Passionate Shadow]

Xearon sighed, he had more then a few hard objects pressing in to himself he could rather do with out. He struggled to be able to look back over his shoulder at the large gate and shook his head trying to get his red bangs out of his eyes just enough to see. "Flesh? What are you going to do feed me to the dogs?!" He asked and gave another squirm of discomfort atop Rokai's shoulder. His long ears fell backwards a good deal.

[Malk]

"Not the dogs. I'm gonna use you to feed other demon's eyes. It's worse than being eaten alive for a war dog," the raven haired young man said. "Now hold still. We are almost reaching your new room," Rokai said as he walked forward. "Lylith, Tallan, follow me," he ordered as passed near the kitchen, where his most dear assassin former disciples were. "I need you upstairs," he said as he made the way to Xaeron's room. It was a well decorated place, with bed and a some fancy furniture. There, Rokai hoped his new tutoree would, at least for a while, fell at home. As Lylith, a female assassin, opened the bedroom's door, the azure eyed assassin put Xaeron down, letting him take a look at his new place. "It's yours from now on," Rokai said. "We still have unfinised business, though," he said, looking at the red haired demon's eyes. Turning to the other assassins, he just bowed, asking them to stay near, but now inside the room. He needed to talk to his new student. "Xaeron, I must admit you are a rather strong and agile young demon," he started, turning his face back to the green eyed boy. "I wonder, however, why you use it in a rather disrespectful way. You could be a great assassin already should you focus your talent in other things. Anyways," the assassin paused, letting a long sigh escape from his mouth, "I can not let such things happen again, if I want you to be the best. And believe me: I do want it. So that, I must punish you as an example to the consequences you might suffer should you do that again. Be aware, though, that in real fighting contexts, a single step out of the line, would mean you or your partner's death, and I assume you don't want that. So, here it is: I can punish you here, inside your room and no one would see or know that, for I understand that being carried over my shoulder was embarrassing already. After that, I can be gone for a while or stay with you if you chose to. It's your choice, though. Should you try to turn this into a fight - what I desire the less - I would be ready, too. But, as I said before, it's up to you," the assassin finished, deeply looking into the second prince's eyes.

[Passionate Shadow]

Xearon was glad to be finally set on his feet. He removed all the heavy weapon from his frame and dropped them in a pile on the ground near the wall. He removed the small bag which was now pretty soaked and set that a side to before stripping out of his jacket and Hakama like pants. He sighed listening to the lecturer and rang out his long red mess of hair before tugging the tie from his locks.
He took off his shirt, baring his pale chest to the elder, and rung that out too before pulling the damp cloth back on. He sighed and dropped down the the floor and removed his shoes and socks. It appeared as though Xearon was ignoring every last word Rokai spewed to him. How ever this was not true. "I don't respect my elders because I feel that respect should be earned-not given." he shot coldly.

"So what pointless task do you want me to do? A few hundred push ups? Some laps around the wall? What ever it is I can take what you dish out, no , sweat, at all." he said with a smirk as he rose to stand once again.

[Malk]

"Fair enough," Rokai said, feeling that the boy would be resistant to his punishment. "I understand, however, that a way of earning respect is caring for others. And should I did not care for you, I would have left you alone there in the river," the elder continued, more in a concerning tone of voice than a lecturing one. Taking his wet shirt off as well, the raven haired demon watched Xaeron's body very closely. Any physical task would be too easy for the well-built boy to do. So, he said: "And, no, I don't want you to take any 'pointless task' as you say. I am pretty aware that your body is already well-built, so none of those things you mentioned would have a purpose. I'm more inclined to ask something more painful - and fraternal - of you: a spanking," Rokai said, getting ready to fight should it be necessary.

[Passionate Shadow]

Xearon's smirk dissipated at that word. His long slender ears fell downwards and a light blush started to paint it's way on to his face. He remained silent for a few long moments. Xearon could remember the last time he was over some one's lap. It was his guardian who had last Taken him and that was when he was thirteen. It had been quite a while. "That's just straight humiliating." he stated leering at the elder.

[Malk]

"However humiliating you may find this, that's the only thing that will make you stop and think about what you have been done so far," Rokai said, sitting on the boy's new bed. "Think of it as an act of caring, as I told you before. And because I care about you I don't want you to be more embarrassed that you already is. Should you take it like this smart young demon that you are, it'll remain between us and us only."

[Passionate Shadow]

Xearon stood there a good deal hesitant. He had almost never submitted to any one with out having been dragged over forcefully. Well he had once and seemed to like his guardian a good deal more afterwards. Xearon took a deep breath and held it for some time before letting out a heavy pent up sigh. Slowly he started over. The act of submitting wasn't something quite so easy for him. Just this step alone tore him up on the inside. "You tell any one..." Xearon trailed before setting a knee on the bed beside the elder. His long ears twitching with uneasyness as he moved to set his hands down on the other side of the mattress and settled down in to position gently.

[Malk]

"I won't," Rokai said, recognizing the difficulty of submission in Xaeron's movements. "Especially now, I won't. To me, the ones who recognize they have been wrong are the ones worth respect. From now on, you are an adult to me. And will be treated like one," the assassin said, genlty removing the boy's hakamas as well as the leather thongs he wore underneath it. "Take a breath now. You are gonna need it," the assassin said, as he kneelled down beside the red haired demon and place his left hand on his back. Then, placing his right hand on Xaeron's exposed buttocks, the assassin rubbed them a little before starting the punishment. As soon as he noticed the boy to calm down a bit , Rokai raised his hand and strongly landed it on the second prince's right butt cheek.