Well, I got two prompts out of three done. So feeling proud of myself cause I had writer's block all week and didn't think I'd be able to write anything. So here's my submission for the Injury prompt.
Part One Sacrifice Part Two Submit
The Value of a Ruined Man Pt 3
"You are a guest in my home, but act as if you are the master. Lording your rule over me."
Eric glared at Jason, who only grinned at his complaint. It had been a week since he had taken residency in his home. In that time Eric had worked himself ragged to meet the false god's demands.
"If the house were not lacking one and in such disarray. I would not have take command. Though you must admit. I do make a fine master."
Anger bubbled up in Eric and spilled over. Jason's playful insults were too much for him today.
"Why not spit in my face? I would prefer that to your mockery."
Jason's hands stilled mid-cut of a potato and he cocked his head to the side. A arch brow told Eric that his words had taken him aback.
"Your anger has become a rarity. So what truly brings it out today? My words are not enough to draw it forth so lie not."
Eric sat down with a groan. His marred leg drew his attention. Throbbing painfully from overuse. Biting his tongue, he glared at Jason as he did his best to calmed his anger before answering.
"Pain. Pain is what draws my anger forth and makes me lash out at your mockery."
Laying the knife down, Jason wiped his hands on a rag. Eric watched him make his way over to him. He startled as Jason knelt before him as a knight would do for his king. His surprised grew as Jason ran his hands along his leg. Eric's breath hitched and he flinched as the touch soothed the pain instantly.
"So much pain. Why did you not voice your discomfort sooner?"
Eric gulped, he turned from Jason. Shame. Shame of how weak he was. Shame of his limitations. Shame of making another take care of him. Though Jason had been taken care of him all week. He still wanted to pretend that he was not the burden he truly was.
"Holding your tongue will not keep me from asking for an answer. My stubbornness matches yours."
Jason's hands continued to rub his leg and send sparks of pleasure to the rest of Eric's body. Loosing his resolve to keep his thoughts to himself. Eric answered.
"Shame."
The defeat in his voice caused the other's hands to still. Silence grew thick and Eric was afraid to be the first to shatter it with his bitterness. A soft gasp escaped him and broke it. Jason had pressed his lips to his leg.
"Give me your shame and I will give you pleasure in return."
Eric felt his face burn. Jason indeed needed shame for he had none when it came to offering Eric pleasure or asking for it in return. Though Eric was weak, he had yet to give in.
"I'll give you my shame, but I want my title as master of the house restored."
Jason smirked.
"Clever, but I want more than your shame for that title."
"Does your greed know no limits?"
"I am not greedy, I only ask for what is fair. And what is fair is your shame and a kiss."
Eric huffed. Perhaps it would be unwise to give Jason his shame. If he had it not, he would give into Jason's demands for affection and pleasure.
"You called me clever, so I will continue to be clever. I will give you nothing."
Jason's smirk dropped and he frowned.
"Fine. As master I command you to rest till I call you for supper."
The annoyance and care the command was given with made Eric smile. Standing, he made his way to his room. Sleep came easy to him as his leg no longer pained him. He dreamt of Jason. In the dream, Jason asked for a kiss. Eric easily gave it to him. He was less reserved and less concerned of the consequences of such a action.
When he awake, Jason greeted him with a smug grin.
"Your smile tells of how sweet your dream was."
Eric blushed. Had Jason slipped into his dreams to steal a kiss from him. Could he do such a thing?
"You presume too much."
"Tell me then of what you dreamed of. So I presume nothing."
"Is the stew done?"
Jason chuckled as Eric avoided answering him and gave a quick nod. Eric followed silently behind Jason and ate his meal in silence. His eyes could not keep from finding their way to Jason's lips. He thought of the kiss from the dream and his embarrassment grew. Perhaps he should have give Jason his shame.
