Devil's Paramour: Bonus II

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Bonus Chapter II: Lay's POV

Lay and Tao use to be cage fighters.

They'd been purchased as children and trained in martial arts and street fighting. They were first referred to as pups and when they were older as dogs. When the old men talked of dog fights, they meant young men like Lay and Tao going at it in a walled off arena or metal cage. Whatever filthy underground place they arrived at was the place the match would go down.

Lay and Tao had belonged to the same owner, they were his most prized dogs. Sometimes they tag-teamed and were unstoppable. When they fought individually Tao always came out on top and Lay placed second. And once the fight was over, they were chained and put back in their actual dog cages they called home.

Kris had rescued them from that life.

One ordinary day, during a usual fight where Lay and Tao were a team against some Thai dogs, Kris had showed up unnoticed. That day in particular the Chinese men had received intense beatings from both their owner and his lackeys to get them revved up for the fight. That's what their owner always did; he and his servants beat the shit out of the dogs and made them enraged animals that were released in to the cage to destroy whoever was in their path. Kris watched quietly, watched Lay snap one mans neck instantly and Tao slowly torture the other. When the massacre was over and they were wrapped back in their chains back at their garage was when Kris approached with a smirk and stack of cash.

Tao noticed Kris first. He banged on the walls of his cage so it would rattle against Lay's. The two dogs peeked out of their prisons, watching the tall and clean man walk across the damp and greasy garage till he was face to face with their owner. The dogs shared looks of confusion. Lay scratched at the metal brace around his neck and Tao cracked his knuckles as they watched.

Kris asked how much for the two men who'd just fought and won. Lay swallowed. No one had ever referred to Tao and him as 'men'. The tall man and clean man offered a few rolled up bundles of cash, a few million dollars right there. Tao seemed to tense with anticipation.

Of course their owner had refused at first. Lay and Tao were far too valuable to just give up for a few million. So Kris offered up billions.

They were yanked out of their cages by their metal leashes and tossed over with their keys to Kris quickly, still grimy and half naked and still bruised on the inside and outside. Lay would never forget the words Kris said to both of them. He kneeled down to their level and gently pushed their ragged hair out of their dirty faces. Lay didn't understand this man's gentle touch.

“Hello Lay. Hello Tao. I am Kris.” when he inched closer they both flinched back. For a split second Kris showed compassion for them and pity. Then his eyes flashed with a new emotion that seemed to match rage. Not rage targeted at them, but rage for them.

“I am not like him. I am not going to be your master and you will no longer be dogs in my care.”

Lay and Tao shared a look of caution. When the older of them nodded, the younger nodded back. They couldn't sense a lie there.

“I am not going to own you as he did.”

Tao huffed and his wrists clenched around his chains. He wanted to be unbound then.

“I am going to set you free from this life.”

Lay let out a shaky breath, his constraints suddenly feeling like a thousand pounds. The taste of freedom was right on the tip of his tongue.

“I will give you whatever you wish, even if it includes blood. ” the hunger for revenge pumped through their half naked bodies. They could all hear their previous owner and his friends laughing and drinking behind them. All the times they'd been whipped, been smacked around and tugged along by chains wrapped around their throats was because of those men. They'd gone days with out food, been bloodied up and then thrown in to a cage to fight. They'd lived in the confines of a dog basket. They'd been treated as wild animals with out a real care. Revenge sounded so sweet it made their mouths water.

“All I ask for is your loyalty and trust until death.” both of their eyes seemed to widen with anticipation. That was easy enough. Kris glanced behind them, and they both knew he was eyeing their previous owner.

“Do you accept?” he asked. Eagerly the Chinese men nodded and immediately offered up their cuffed hands. The sweet click of the chains unlocking made Lay's breath stutter. Kris stood up, so did they.

They quickly stripped off the rest of their metal keepers; Lay pulled off the neck chain, Tao kicked off the ones on his legs. Kris seemed to be dusting off whatever filth had gotten on his expensive suit and then started to walk away. But he stopped and gave them a simple nod,

“Do as you wish.” and they knew what that meant, “I'll be waiting outside. Don't come dressed in those rags though.”

The pair watched him and his shiny black shoes step out of the deep garage. Leaving them with only their owners and the men who'd spent a majority of their time whipping and smacking them around.

The pigs were too immersed in their moneygrubbing that they didn't see the dogs approaching with hungry eyes and clenched fists. Tao was swinging his loose chain around, whipping it back and forth as if it didn't weigh a couple hundred pounds. Lay simply picked up a lead pipe. The same one that had caused the bruise going up his leg. They crept up on them slowly. They didn't give them a chance to run or beg, they pounded down on to skin liked they'd done a hundred times in the cage. But this was so much more satisfying. The sound of their strangled cries was what they'd fantasized about, watching them wheeze for air was their dreams come true. Things were finally going their way. And they had their revenge, slowly.

And when they were done, the screams had died down earlier, Lay and Tao walked away slowly and freely. Taking the time to strip the men of their clothes before they'd gone to work. Dressed in semi-clean jeans and shirts they left the garage and their prison to meet their new owner outside.

“Gentlemen!” Kris greeted with a happy smile as they stepped out of the garage. It seemed the blood staining their hands made him even happier because he clapped and laughed at the sight.
“Had some fun?” he quipped. He turned around to open the door to a black limo, and motioning for them to get in.

And really, what could be worse then the life they'd lived? So they got in willingly.

Kris saved them, changed them, and not only did Tao and Lay owe him their loyalty, they adored him and were eager to serve him.

So Lay had taken it upon himself to become Kris' personal assistant. He organized everything before Kris had to touch it, he made sure Kris had anything and everything he ever wanted in his presence before he could even ask for it.
And Tao took the role of Kris' personal bodyguard. He was always watching over his owner's shoulder and was ready to kill anyone who meant harm to Kris.

Kris did as he'd promised. He gave them whatever they wished. It didn't include much. They were able to sleep in more then comfortable beds, eat plentiful meals, and were never whipped again. He cleaned them up, taught them the value of education and looking like you owned the world. He dressed them and groomed them. And when he was done they were just as he'd greeted them, gentlemen.

Gentlemen with a dark twist of course.

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“I want to strangle that fucking brat's throat!” Kris seethed while sitting behind his desk. Lay didn't flinch at the tone, it was something he heard quite often. He continued with his task of picking out a whiskey bottle from the liquor cabinet and bringing it over to his owner's desk.

He waited for a moment to see if Kris would reach for the glass bottle himself, and when he didn't the butler knew his owner was expecting the whiskey to be poured for him. Which is exactly what he did. He filled it to about a third full, just the way Kris liked. And after putting the bottle back in its place he stood idle near the desk to wait for further instructions, questions, or rants that Kris had to say.

“Lay.” Kris sighed.

“Sir?” Lay answered and waited. Kris closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“How long has Mins-Xiumin, been here?” his owner asked. Lay realized earlier that it irritated Kris to call his lover by his alias name. But it made the butler curious as to why Kris went along with it.

He briefly calculated, “Five months, one week and two days sir.”

Kris grunted, “How long since he began to willingly have sex with me?”

Lay's brow creased, “I believe about two months sir plus a few days.”

His owner sighed and ran his finger through his slicked back hair, leaving a few strands out of place. Lay already predicted what his owner was going to ask next. He'd of course noticed the stress levels of his owner rising after every sexual encounter he'd had with Mr. Kim. And Lay knew why, technically he was the cause of it. He'd been the one to advice Mr. Kim to give up completely, to lay there willingly and take it. And now his owner was frustrated.

“I'm supposed to be happy about that yes? That he'd just given up right?” Lay could sense the glaring eyes of Kris even if he wasn't looking directly at him.

Lay answered his question with a question, “Are you unhappy sir?”

and when Kris sighed and sank down in to his chair, that was all the answer needed.
The butler took a moment to tidy up some askew work papers on the edge of the large desk. Kris sat still with a frown. When he was done, Lay turned his attention back to his owner and asked him,

“What is it that makes you so unhappy sir?”

and Kris let the rant begin.

“He just fucking...he doesn't fight. And in the beginning yes I wanted that, I'll give him credit for that part. But now he doesn't show any fucking emotion either! He just lays there completely still, like a fucking doll. He doesn't make a sound, he waits and looks off in to the fucking distance emotionless. It annoys the shit out of me! When we were younger he used to make the sweetest sounds, Lay he'd thrash under me and he'd moan my name over and over again. He was the one who left me out of the blue, he dumped me out of nowhere. I was pissed. I'm still pissed! I wanted revenge on him, I wanted those years he'd robbed me of. So yeah, I was angry with him, yeah I might have approached the whole keeping my lover captive thing wrong. But when he gave up I thought he finally got it. Apparently not! At least when he was fighting with me there was some-some fucking emotion. I feel terribly guilty now that he just takes it like a lifeless robot. He won't even look me in the eye! I'm supposed to be happy that he gave up right? Why am I so upset?”

And Kris was done with his rant.

Now he waited for Lay's advice. His most trusted butler, his personal assistant. Lay was supposed to fix all of this, he'd been fixing whatever problem Kris couldn't handle on his own for over four years now.

“Sir, you're upset because you want him to...act like your lover am I correct?” he questioned. With a slight nod of Kris' head he continued.

“You wish to...have his passion back. You want him, to want you.” another curt nod and Lay had honestly been waiting for this conversation to come to light for a few weeks now.

“Sir I think it's quite simple.” he shrugged slightly and ignored the glare Kris sent him.

Because it really was simple wasn't it?

“May I refer to the golden rule sir? I'm sure you learned it as a child.” there were times when Lay was aloud to get a little snappy with Kris, because sometimes his owner acted like an infant. This was one of those times. Kris gave his butler a confused look and waited.

Lay sighed, “Do unto others as you would have done unto you.”

It was simple wasn't it?

And yet for all that was holy Kris continued to look like a fish out of water that left its brain behind in the ocean. Moments like these made Lay forget that this was the great man who'd waltzed in to his life and save him. Lay honeslty wondered sometimes if his previous life had been a dream. Had he always been serving Kris, the rich brat, since birth? It felt like it sometimes.

“The fuck are you talking about Lay?” yes rich brat indeed. But still the brat who'd rescued him, who he admired and respected no matter what.

Lay sighed again and this time rolled his eyes.

“Kris, if you want him to act like your lover, maybe you should treat him like one.” he simplified. The blonde businessman looked like he almost got it. Lay could just see the light bulb above Kris' head flickering slightly.

“Be nice to him, and he'll respond nicely.” and the glow of the light bulb could have lit up the whole room.

Kris sat up in his chair, his fingers intertwining as he went in to thought. Lay assumed his owner was thinking of ways to be nice to Mr. Kim. So while his owner thought about that, Lay took the liberty of collecting folders of paper work Kris had stacked neatly next to his laptops. These folders were probably new contracts with the companies Kris owned and shared small percentages of his profits to. Among them there were probably business plans that Lay needed to email out to share and stock holders for a meeting that would have to take place soon.

“Maybe I should just...buy him things. What if I bought him a new car?”

“To where would he drive it sir?” Lay shot back as he checked through each folder to make sure Kris had signed and initialed in the right places. He heard a long sigh and a muttered 'Right'

“I'll...fucking hell! What am I supposed to do with him? He's my fucking hostage! My captive! He isn't aloud do anything!” the way Kris screamed that time, the tone of voice he used rang an alarm in Lay's mind. He immediately stopped looking over the papers and his eyes wearily looked to see what his owner looked like. And what he saw made Lay sweat, made his shiver.

Kris had developed a very bad anger problem.

Rage was a better word, and Lay wasn't sure what word to use after it to explain the...episodes...that Kris went through. They'd started a year after bringing his best servants in. They were unexplained, they came out of nowhere, and Kris didn't know how to control them. He could only tell them that his vision would go hot red, almost white, and all he wanted to do was bring pain to others. Excruciating pain in anyways possible.

His whole body would go rigid, his pupils would become blown and his knuckles would turn white.

Kris had developed a very bad rage problem, and he was prone to acting out with extreme violence. He wouldn't even speak during these episodes, he would just act. And it was up to Lay and Tao to carefully watch him to see if the string had snapped or not.

The string had definitely snapped.

He walked from behind his desk and began to walk out the door. And Lay could only guess who Kris was about to take his anger out on.

The butler quickly ran after his owner and blocked his path, earning him a sharp slap across the face. The skin burned on his cheek, but he knew this was what he had to do. Because after wards, his boss would feel guilty, and that only made him more angry. Lay used old tactics, ones he'd learned as a dog, and quickly grabbed the arm that had slapped him and tugged Kris to his chest.

He was able to hook his arm under Kris' armpit and wrap across the man's chest and over his neck. This way he'd disabled one arm and his balance. Kris struggled silently, he didn't scream with out loud, but that was normal with these episodes. Lay grabbed the other arm and twisted behind the man's back, and carefully dragged him back in to his office.

None of the other servants knew about these episodes. Yes sometimes they happened in public, resulting in a maid or two being mawled, but they assumed Kris was just an angry person. They didn't know that Kris was...well...

Only Tao and Lay knew that Kris was mentally unstable.

Some of the wires weren't working right in Kris' brain. They'd called a few doctor's and specialists to the house a few years ago, gotten an expert opinion. The mood swings weren't normal, the angry episodes weren't normal, Kris was not normal.

Kris needed to be put on medicine, he needed to be checked in to a hospital to get his brain properly scanned. Kris was mentally sick. But Kris refused to take any pills, hated hospitals and answered all of the experts with a gruff, “I'm perfectly fine.”

Lay struggled to lock the door of the study, feeling a sharp smack to the back of his head. He turned to meet his owner's fist connecting firmly with his cheek. The butler bit back a groan and faced the man again. He blocked the next few blows, he put Kris in a hold and disabled his arms from moving and pinned him to the floor. He waited, and waited, until finally Kris sighed with a shaky voice.

“It's over Lay.” he whispered hoarsely. And the butler quickly released his owner and helped him stand up. Sometimes Kris got so angry that his nose bled.

His owner coughed and wiped at the red trail falling from his right nostril, Lay already had a tissue ready to clean up the mess with. He checked to make sure Kris wasn't having any trouble breathing (sometimes that happened as well) and offered the glass of whiskey he'd poured earlier. The businessman took it thankfully and gulped down a good portion.

“Lay?” Kris addressed him. The butler looked up with his attention focused on the man who'd rescued him, who acted like a rich brat, who really needed him.

“Order some diamond studs with a tracking device installed in them, have them gift wrapped in navy blue and here by tonight. Don't make Xiumin cook tonight either. Just make sure he's there.” he ordered. Kris took the time to check his reflection in one of the glass cabinets. He smoothed his hair back and fixed his suit and tie. Once he breathed in slowly and stably he turned to Lay once more.

“Being nice includes talking nice right?” his eyes pierced with question. Lay almost wanted to smile at his owner's innocence. In some ways he was the most deadliest man alive; more so than he and Tao. And in other ways he was like a child in the mind, he'd after all never had a real childhood as the son of the world's biggest billionaire.

“Yes sir, talking nice is a very good step.” Lay assured.

Kris beamed, “I thought so.”

And he sipped the last of the whiskey and told Lay to follow him to Xiumin's room.

As Lay followed though, he pulled out a large smart phone and tapped away on it, sending a small email to one of the diamond stores Kris owned. He assumed Kris had been serious about the stud earrings, and he assumed they were for Mr. Kim.

Mr. Wu Fan would like a pair of three carat diamond stud earrings made. Make sure the backs are gold. Please have them shipped to his residence no later than 5pm tonight. Thank you.

And then he sent one more message to Tao, the only person he knew could get a tracking device in the amount of time given.

Kris wants a tracking device for mr kim. No more than 5mm, thin and able to stick behind something.

Swiftly he put his phone away as Kris approached Mr. Kim's room on the opposite end of the hall. He knocked loudly. A muffled reply could be heard and his owner quickly entered the room. By the look Kris threw him, Lay knew he wasn't needed inside, he was to wait out in the hall until Kris came back out. Usual protocol when it came to Kris and Mr. Kim interacting.

Mostly because Lay figured their conversations ended with sex anyways. Lay didn't need to see that.

So he smiled lightly and waited patiently outside Mr. Kim's room.

He hoped things turned out for the best.