[** The present **]

The young knight was blushing like crazy and he would swear his body was hurting once more. After all, the next day he was completely useless and Mephiles apologized to him countless time. "So, what it has to do with you running away?" his lover had no idea why one rough sex should make him so scared.

"The next nights I kept having dreams..." he was shaking to the point he hugged himself to prevent his body from vibrating. "... Dreams where I slowly turned you into my personal sex slave. Each was more savage than the last one until you couldn't live without it. You were begging me to touch you, but I only kept hurting you more and more, keeping you chained until you almost collapsed. And even if I touched you I never cared if you liked it or not!" He hid his face, covering his tears and slid slowly down. "Now you know! I'm reverting back to my dominant nature! I'm scared I'll hurt you!"

Galahad was speechless. The vision must have scared him so much. "But you won't do that. I know it."

He shook his head. "No, I... I have tortured the same way my previous lovers before I abandoned them. I love you! I don't want you to suffer the same fate!"

"I'm sure we can..."

"No!" he barked, jumping back on his feet, clenching the fluff on Galahad's chest. "You are too kind! You can't dominate me after all!" He pushed him. "Now, go! Return home!" Galahad didn't move. "What are you waiting for?" he angrily asked. "You promised me to leave!"

"I have made no such promise," answered the psychic pouting. "I only said I'll listen to you, that's all. You assumed it was a promise." He was frowning.

"That-That doesn't matter! Please, just leave!" Mephiles begged him and his heart hurt when his lover turned back.

"What a shame," said Galahad, hardly showing any emotion. "And here I even took presents with me, I wanted to show to you one... and give the other to you."

"A present?" Mephiles tilted his head. "What present?"

"Why do you care? You don't want me here."

"Ah... I..." he was at lost. "Then... just a quick... peek," he asked.

Galahad just slightly glanced back, crossing his arms. "Still don't feel like it."

Mephiles came a bit closer, tugging his clothes. "Can I see it, please?"

Galahad, instead of an answer, only cleared his ear. Mephiles got on his knees, hugging his leg.

"Can I see it, my knight?" he begged slightly shivering and even more when a cold amber eye looked down at him. His heart started to beat faster. The same look Galahad had when he had beaten those thugs. Fingers ran thru his dark quills, making him purr in pure bliss.

"Well, I guess you put enough effort to earn a small reward. I'll give you your gift. Close your eyes."

Mephiles did it, letting his leg go, sitting on a cold stone, but his body was burning. He was excited. What is it? What has his love for him? If he could keep it... it would make him happy. It would remind him the happiness he felt... it would deepen his despair more!

A gentle touch brought him back to reality and something was left around his neck. "Now you can open your eyes," a sweet voice whispered in his ear. He opened them seeing a thin cord in Galahad's hand leading to his neck. He touched it realizing there is a collar. "You are mine!" Mephiles lifted his head, surprised by the strength of his voice. "How do you like it? It's a collar that's given to dogs so they will listen. It's a proof you are mine alone!" He tugged the leash. "Sit boy!" he ordered. "And stay put!" he let the cord fall down, leaving his lover on the ground.

He walked around the corner and silent fluttering was heard. Mephiles' ears were glued to that direction to not miss anything. He was excited to the point he wanted to jerk himself. A silent... and a soft step was heard... He stretched his neck to get a better view, his eyes glued to his lover.

He was wearing a dress... and what dress! It was black and white. There was a white ruffled headpiece. The upper part of the dress had deep V-neck and his fluff was neatly brushed to fill the space, the sleeves were nonexistent and his hands were in long black fingerless gloves. The skirt... he never thought a skirt could be so short almost revealing his crotch and the white apron... what meaning it had... aside to arouse him so much? And his legs... were they always so slender and sexy or was it the work of long stocking with garters and simple shoes with higher heels?

He was eyeing him, almost eating him and once he reached his face he saw crimson blush he was trying to hide with one slightly clenched fist. Mephiles' ears dropped, he on all fours came closer. Sniffing the sweet aroma coming from his lovable lover. He always thought he is cute, but right now... his cuteness could kill... melt the ice and vanquish the millennium-old hatred.

He sniffed him more, sticking his nose in his crotch. SMACK! A hit landed on his head.