Don’t Forget It
Fraxus Week Day 1
Prompt: he likes guys
Freed jerked away from his captor’s touch. He had walked straight into a strategically-placed trap set by a few of the runaway members of the dark guild he had taken down. Said trap used magic-sealing ribbons that strapped his wrists and ankles together, rendering his hands nearly useless in defense.
“You’ll sell for a fat wad of cash for sure,” the woman mused, gripping his cheeks in her hand. The blue haired woman who captured him licked her lips. “You know, I happen to know a lot of famous women who would pay a pretty penny for such a handsome face. I’ve had a few just yesterday who were fighting over you when I told them my plans to capture you. Maybe I’ll just loan you out, make you a spectacle? I’d make so much coin I’d never have to work again!”
Freed rolled his eyes dramatically. Her guild was known for a number of awful crimes, including kidnapping and sex trafficking. This particular woman was one of the most successful members of the guild, not only due to her shrewdness, cunningness, and spying abilities, but also for her state of dress (or lack thereof). This woman wore the bare minimum of a swimsuit top, combined with thong bottoms and lace thigh-high boots. She might as well just go naked, Freed thought with annoyance.
The rune wizard cringed as the woman turned his face from side to side, eyes trained on him in a hungry gaze. He remembered a conversation he had with Laxus once about why women ogling him made him uncomfortable.
It was from a traumatic event from his teen years. They had come to help a town with a beast problem. The Thunder Legion and Laxus met with the mayor and his wife. The lady had insisted they stay in the mansion, since it was late and more than spacious enough to house them all. Freed had followed her to his room. It was on the opposite side of the mansion, away from the rest of his team. He thought nothing of it. Later that night, while he was awake and reading a book, she had come to his chamber. She was sobbing, claiming her husband was horrible and mean. Not knowing what else to do, he had hugged her gently, trying to offer words of comfort. Mere seconds later, she had pushed him on the bed, climbed on top of him, and forcefully kissed him. He remembered the cold shock of fear down his spine, the creeping sensation of discomfort. She had pulled back with an insatiable, hungry gaze. Had begged him to take her to bed, thrown herself at him again, touching, kissing, groping whatever she could reach. Freed couldn’t lay a hand on the woman; not only was she born without magic, but she was their host, and he didn’t want to risk hurting her and losing their housing. Eventually, after minutes of pleading and telling her “no,” he had gently flipped her off of him. He grabbed his bags, getting ready to teleport just as she had gotten to her feet next to the bed. The last thing he remembered was the brush of her finger tips and the hungry, pleading look in her eyes as the runes whisked him to Laxus’s room, where the dragon slayer was already sleeping.
He had hidden the events from that night for a long time. The shame had consumed him. From the bottom of his heart, he had known for a while he wasn’t into women. That made the assault feel dirtier, like he had let himself down by letting it happen. It took years to finally overcome the guilt, and talking to Laxus about it had finally erased the cloud that had lingered after the fact. However, there were still moments that brought back those bad memories, and his captor’s gaze had done just that.
“I suggest you stay back,” Freed warned as he felt the woman press herself against him. “If you continue what you’re doing, be warned; I will not hold back just because you’re a woman.”
The lady laughed, pressing closer. “You’re funny, kid. No one can resist the charms of a beautiful, sexy woman. All men are weak for this body.”
“How blissful ignorance is,” Freed laughed, his right eye glowing with magic. “These bindings don’t work on dark magic, miss.” With a single head butt, the woman staggered back. Freed snapped the magic ribbons with ease, writing his runes for “Darkness.” The woman looked on in horror as the demon took over Freed’s body. He let the demon play for a bit, swinging his captor around; punching, kicking, a relentless beatdown that left her in a crumpled heap on the forest floor. The demon cackled, feeling the tug of Freed reigning its power back in.
“Before I leave,” Darkness growled, a smug smirk on the shaggy monster’s face, “I’ll leave you with a final statement; he likes guys.” The demon relinquished control, allowing Freed to return to his normal state once again. The rune wizard turned back to the woman again, gaze hard and piercing.
“And don’t you forget it.”
