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Lately, I've noticed my stories had mostly been of the light, funny, and romance type. I don't mind writing stories like that but I think it's been awhile since I wrote a dark theme story for a fanfic. I like psychological thriller and things of that nature because it's fun to read about it. So, I went in a deep search though my massive folder thing in search of this fic that is below these bold words. Of course, my writing was awful way back when so I spruced it up, added some more depth (I think) and here's the end result. I wrote it after reading the third book in the Artemis Fowl series.

So, here we go.

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Artemis wasn't far from Fowl manor. Just a mile or so away but in any case he wasn't worried. He had Butler with him. He looked up at the night sky, recognizing various stars and planets. There was a reason why Artemis was out late at night with Butler in the field. Simply put, he had noticed someone hanging around his property during certain nights. On those nights, the stranger was sometimes seen with an acorn in its hand and Artemis was sure he had seen translucent and vibrant wings on the creature. In short, Artemis was about to capture another fairy folk.

"Are you ready Butler?" Artemis asked. Butler nodded and peered through the night vision binoculars. Beside him laid a rifle, able to shoot at a far distance without a noise. The pair hid behind a bush, Artemis kneeling while Butler lay on his stomach. They were a few yards away from a particularly old tree. If Artemis guessed right, which he always did, the stranger would appear soon. He grabbed his own binoculars and scanned the area. A few minutes later the stranger appeared. Artemis could clearly see its wings. He had no doubt now as to what he was seeing.

"Butler." Butler nodded once more and placed his binocular down, replacing it with night vision goggles. He picked up his rifle and carefully aimed. The stranger wasn't moving, looking up at the moon instead. The aim was perfect. Butler squeezed the trigger and a dart shot out with tremendous force and not a single blast was heard. Artemis watched as the figure crumpled and fell. They waited a minute to make sure before Butler nodded. Artemis stood to his feet and started walking towards the fallen figure. Aided by the clear night sky and moon, Artemis was able to see the body as he neared it. He stopped five feet away from the body with Butler beside him.

The body proportion was all wrong though he could clearly see the wings on the body. They weren't fake wings. The body belonged to a boy, a sixteen year old like Artemis. His black hair seemed to glisten and the body's pale skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. Butler looked at Artemis, a bit confused as to what they had caught. Artemis stood still for a moment before he looked at Butler.

"Use the rope." He said. Butler nodded and took a step towards the body. At once the body suddenly stood up. Butler tensed and quickly stood in front of Artemis. Artemis moved aside and stared at the stranger. He had his back to them yet made no move. The stranger looked up at the night sky once more before he turned around. He smiled gently at the pair and held up his right hand. In it he held the dart Butler had fired. Still smiling, the stranger dropped it on the grass.

"Nice night isn't it." The stranger said. Artemis hid his shock well. The stranger before him was a classmate of his. He didn't know him personally but Artemis recognized his face. The translucent wing on his classmate's back shimmered.

"Amos Maverick." Artemis said. Amos grinned and bowed.

"This must be the strangest coincidence." Amos said. He looked at Artemis, smiling a cat's grin. It was clear he was enjoying their slight confusion.

"It's not a coincidence. I wanted to find out who was prowling around my property." Artemis said. Amos mockingly gasped, pressing his hand gently against his bare chest.

"This is your land?" Amos said in a voice that told them he knew it was Artemis's land. "Well, I didn't know."

"What are you doing here?"

"I could say sleep-walking but you, being the genius that you are, wouldn't believe that. So…can I say moon-gazing?" He was toying with them. Artemis glared at Amos, not amused at all. Still, he wondered.

"Alright. Then, what are you?" Artemis asked. Amos smiled and clapped his hand once, stepping back a bit.

"I'm human." He said.

"No you're not."

"I am," Amos said, nodding. "But, I'm also a number of other things. Call me the Loch Ness monster…but, then again, I hate swimming. How about Frankenstein? No, I wouldn't like pins sticking from the side of my neck." Amos paced around as he rambled on. Artemis watched, unsure what to make of him. Amos never stuck out in school though Artemis couldn't be too sure seeing as how he made a point of ignoring everyone at his school. Still, from what he knew, Amos was a model student. To see him like this, in the middle of the night without a shirt on and wings was surreal. "…there we go! I'm a mutt."

Artemis sighed, slowly becoming frustrated. "Why are you dancing around my questions?"

"Dancing? I'm answering them as honestly as I want to. I think it's my go." Amos said and he stopped pacing about. "Why did your meat man there try to dart me?"

"I told him too." Artemis said.

"Well, why did you tell him to dart me? I'm quite innocent…I believe."

"I thought you were a sprite."

Amos stood still as he quickly smiled. "A sprite? I'm too tall to be a sprite."

"You have wings," stated Artemis. Amos looked behind him, as if he was noticing them for the first time.

"I guess I do. Well damn!" Amos chuckled and just as quickly he stopped laughing. He sternly stared at Artemis with his dark smoldering eyes. "Even though I have no contact with Haven I know who you are, Artemis; public enemy number one of the People." Amos looked away, his eyes going to the tree behind him. Butler caught on and whipped out a gun from his jacket. Amos glared the gun before he softened his gaze and looked at Artemis. "Tell him to put that away. He's gonna scare the poor guy."

"There's some else here?"

"Of course. Did you think I like taking walks in the field by myself?" He incredulously said.

"Tell him to come out with his hands up." Butler said, pointing his gun at the tree. Amos sighed.

"He wouldn't hurt a fly but alright. Eric, you heard the man. Come out with your hands in the air." Amos raised his hand towards the tree. The trunk shimmered and rippled and suddenly there stood someone else. A small blond haired teen with bright blue eyes appeared. Like Amos, he was partially naked; his shirt unbuttoned and hung off his shoulder. Artemis recognized him from his school as well. Eric slowly stepped forward, his eyes on Butler and his gun.

"He's…"

"Don't worry your pretty little head, Artemis. He's completely human." Amos said. Eric slowly lowered his arms as he reached Amos. Amos turned to Butler. "See, completely harmless."

"I'm tired of your games, Amos. Tell me what you were doing here and what you are." Artemis sternly said. Amos stopped smiling, his dark eyes staring into Artemis's pale blue eyes. It would be easy to lie and leave but that would suck the fun out of everything. Amos knew he had piqued Artemis curiosity. Now it was just figuring out how he should approach the infamous teen genius.

"Artemis," Amos began his voice whimsical sounding. "I think I know what you want to know. I mean, by nature's law, I shouldn't be alive yet I am. I have to give thanks to someone, whom you will know later on if things go right, but now, I want compensation."

"Why?" Artemis asked. This time, Amos slyly grinned. He grabbed Eric and pulled him close.

"Here I was, having my fun with him," Amos grabbed Eric's hand. "Then I was being shot at by that meat man over there. My fun was interrupted. So, I want compensation."

"I don't think you need it."

"I'll let you study me. I'll tell you my reason for existing; the reason why I'm alive. I'll even let you use my magic, which you just seen, if you can just give me a room." Amos said. Artemis was stunned. He thought Amos meant money but all he wanted was a room. He found everything to be too easy. Artemis narrowed his eyes.

"What will that get you?" He asked.

"Don't be so suspicious. I need a place to stay until the week is over. His parents think we're in Hawaii so I can't go to his manor."

"Why won't he talk?" Butler asked. Amos looked a Butler, forgetting that he was even there.

"He can talk, meat man. I'm just not letting him." Eric glanced over at Butler, his blue eyes staring hatred at the bodyguard. "So, do we have a deal? You can use me all you want and all I ask is for a nice room. I'm sure you have one to spare in that behemoth of a manor." Amos waited as he gazed at the moon above Artemis's head. It seemed like he was the only person not staring at Artemis. The others were. Artemis thought about it. Curiosity did beckon to him because Amos was just so strange and he appeared to be wrapped in several mysteries. Plus, to be able to use Amos's magic would be an added bonus. He slowly closed his eyes and breathed out before opening them and setting his gaze on Amos.

"Alright. It's a deal."

"What!?" Eric finally spoke out. He ignored the others and turned to face Amos. "Why are we staying there?" Amos sighed and glanced at Eric. Immediately Eric gulped and closed his mouth but it was too late. Amos grabbed a fistful of Eric's soft hair and roughly pulled back, causing Eric to yelp. He leaned close to Eric's ear.

"Who said you can talk?" Amos said in a low malicious growl so unlike his whimsical tone. Amos yanked again, making Eric cry out. "Well?"

"N…no one," whispered Eric. Amos smiled cruelly. He released Eric's hair and smiled peacefully, turning Eric around.

"Apologize." He commanded.

Eric bowed, "I'm sorry." He straightened and returned to Amos side. Amos patted Eric's head and continued to smile at Artemis and Butler. The sudden change in his character had caught them off guard. It seemed like Amos was a completely different person from the rambling person Artemis saw before.

"Well, then! Let's go." Amos began walking towards the direction of Fowl Manor. Butler stepped closer to Artemis as they passed by.

"Be careful around him Artemis." He said. Artemis nodded. He didn't need the warning because he had seen and felt it. Artemis felt like he'd seen the real Amos. Butler gathered his things and began walking, keeping his eyes on Amos in front of them. Up ahead, Eric looked at Amos.

"What are you planning, Amos?" He asked. Amos smiled and slipped an arm around Eric's waist as they walked.

"Just wait. In a week or less, I will have Artemis." Eric looked at the ground, knowing exactly what Amos meant.

At Fowl Manor, Butler showed them one of the guest rooms. For all it was worth, it could've been a regular grand bedroom. There was a large mahogany canopy bed by a large window. Everything was in shades of light brown, white, and burgundy. Even the carpet felt like angel's feathers as Amos walked around the spacious room. The guest room even had its own bathroom and walk-in closet. Amos smiled and collapsed onto one the loveseats in the room. Butler and Artemis watched. Purring like a cat, Amos curled up on the loveseat and immediately sat up.

"This is perfect." He said. Amos raised his hand. Blue sparkled danced along his fingers and palm as a suitcase materialized on the bed. He turned to look at Artemis. "You can start tomorrow, Artemis." Amos said with finality. Artemis became a bit offended being talked to in such a tone. He was about to retort when Eric suddenly straddled Amos and kissed him passionately. At that point Butler was gone only Artemis remained, watching on in a befuddled state.

"Get out," growled Eric, turning his head slightly to the side to glare at Artemis. Amos chuckled and began caressing Eric's neck.

"Behave Eric," he said, watching Eric shudder under his touch. "He can watch…if he wants to." At this point Artemis left, slamming the door behind him and brusquely began walking to his room. His heart thumped loudly enough and to distract himself he began preparing for tomorrow. In the guest room, Amos smirked as he tore Eric's shirt off.

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In the morning, Amos crawled out of bed. Eric was soundlessly sleeping, the covers barely covering his naked body. Amos yawned and stared around at the room for a few blank seconds. For a moment he considered waking Eric up but decided against it. He would do it later. For now, Amos smiled to himself and walked over to the bathroom. Just like the guest room, the colors used in the bathroom were all subtle hints of light brown and burgundy. The tub was actually a small Jacuzzi big enough to hold three people in it. Amos now grinned, imaging the fun he could have with it. He turned it on and waited for the water to heat up before stepping in. Amos had to get ready for Artemis.

After his long bath, Amos was dressed and groomed. He wore an open neck button down shirt and tight fitting black pants. Eric, already awake, was brushing his own hair while admiring Amos. He sat silently on the bed as he watched Amos pace back on forth, whispering to himself. Eric didn't dare say anything. He learned long ago not to disrupt Amos when he was talking to himself. So he waited, until Amos finally stopped.

"You'll behave while we're here, understand." Amos said, gazing at Eric with his dark eyes. Eric nodded though he hated the idea. A second later the door opened. Artemis stood at the threshold, dressed in formal attire. Eric gazed at him for a moment before he turned his head away and began chuckling. If Amos got his way, Artemis wouldn't need those layers of clothes.

"Good morning, Artemis! Did you sleep well?" Amos asked, greeting him warmly. Artemis took in the situation, his eyes lingering on Eric for a moment before he looked at Amos.

"Let's go." Artemis said and left. Eric clenched his fist. At the moment, he hated Artemis with his entire being for taking that tone with Amos. Amos didn't mind as he followed Artemis. Artemis took him down the hallway, past the grand staircase that lead to the foyer, to the other side of the house. Butler was waiting outside a door. Amos smiled.

"Good morning, meat man." Amos said as he walked into the room. The room reminded him of a living room only bedroom size. There was a long couch on one side and a plush armchair on the opposite the couch. An elegant wicker table was set in between them. Amos looked around the room, he couldn't see it but he could hear the whiz of hidden machines running. He took a seat on the couch, curling his feet underneath him as Artemis took his seat on the armchair. Butler closed the door and stood beside the chair.

"Start explaining." Artemis said. Amos pouted.

"You really want to know, don't you? I was hoping we could have a nice chat." He said.

"This can be considered as the chat. Tell me what you are." Artemis said. Amos chuckled as he took in Artemis chilling gaze. He could easily intimidate others with that stare but not Amos.

"I'm human."

"Yet you have sprite wings."

Amos nodded, "I guess I do. But I'm not entirely a sprite. They're about three feet tall with green skin. I personally would hate having green skin and last time I checked I was 5 feet 9. You should know how one looks like."

"You use magic." Artemis pressed on.

"Yea, that's true too." Amos nodded, "If you had to guess, what do you think I am?"

"If I knew I wouldn't be asking you." Artemis said. For some reason Amos was entirely good at avoiding questions. It frustrated Artemis but he held on to his patience.

"Good point," Amos said. "Well, to put it this way, just as people have different nationalities I have different genes." Something clicked in Artemis and he realized he had been asking the wrong question.

"How were you born?" He asked. Amos grinned.

"I knew I liked you," said Amos. "I wasn't born a natural birth. I was created." Several pieces came together as Artemis clued them in. There were still several missing pieces.

"Who created you?" Artemis asked.

"I can't tell you that yet."

"Why not?" Artemis asked. Amos shifted his gaze towards Butler.

"I'll tell you but he has to leave. He can stand right in front of that door." Amos said, waving his hand dismissively at the door. Artemis stared at Amos, his mind coming up with different scenarios as to why Amos wanted to leave. "Don't stare at me like that. I feel hurt. It's a delicate subject for me to recall and I would feel better if meat man wasn't staring at me. I'll even let him check me for weapons, if that pleases him."

Amos stood up and lifted his arms to the side, waiting. Artemis glanced at Butler and nodded. Butler walked over to Amos and patted him down for weapons. Once satisfied Butler nodded an okay to Artemis and he left the room. Then it was just the two of them. Amos grinned and sat back down.

"Alright. I'm about to tell you my tragic little life. You have the tissue box ready?" Amos said in a teasing tone. Artemis rolled his eyes not finding any of this amusing.

"Just start talking." He said.

"Deep in the ground, far below where man hasn't touched, lived a crazed little scientist. I mean she was just mad. On an impulse she decided to create the perfect creature. A perfect creature with intelligence, with strength, and with beauty. It was only for her selfish reason but she wanted to create such a thing. So she began, in secret of course, and thus I was born. I was supposed to be her perfect little creature but there was a mishap." Amos paused and lifted his hand. Blue sparks danced along his hand and landed on the table. They began to multiple until Artemis was staring at an image. He saw a small boy strapped to a steel operating table. Artemis knew it was Amos. The image held as Amos continued.

"I was growing. There was some mishap and now I was beginning to grow at a human rate. She didn't want that. She just wanted the perfect little creature. One of her assistance screwed up. The human gene in me overpowered the other genes. Even the human gene is stubborn," Amos said with a chuckle. "When she realized that, she cut the funding for the plan. She destroyed everything and told them to go dispose of me."

The image changed. Now Artemis was staring at a menacing furnace.

"Who is 'she'?" Artemis asked, his curiosity getting to him. Amos grinned and the image once again changed. They rearranged to a face Artemis recognized.

"Opal Koboi. That vicious little pixie is my creator." The floating image changed again. This time it was of Amos when he was young and a pixie in a lab coat. "She's the reason why I'm alive. I was about to be burned alive when she convinced the other pixies she would dispose of me. Then she took me topsoil. She mesmered a family to take me in believing I was their real child." The image changed again and Amos was being cared for by a family.

"So, you're a failed creation of Opal Koboi." Artemis said. Amos nodded, stopped, then shook his head.

"In a way, I am. But I don't think I'm a failed experiment. She did create her perfect little creature. The genes of a pixie, sprite, and human reside in me. I can wield magic. I have an extended life. It is her loss." Amos gazed at the image. It changed once again to her face and abruptly the image shattered. The blue sparks slowly faded into nothing. Silence fell upon them as Amos recalled his thoughts. He hated her but at the same time he was glad. He was given a life. Amos yawned and slowly stood up, walking around the wicker table. He kneeled in front of Artemis and grabbed his hand.

"What are you doing?" Artemis asked. Amos smirked and pressed his lips against the back of Artemis hand. His skin was soft, just as he had imagined it would be.

"I'm a guy with simple needs. I don't need much seeing as how I can get anything I want." He leaned closer, putting his face so close to Artemis's face. Amos could see the indifference in Artemis's pale blue eyes but he knew it was just a mask. He smirked and slowly ran the back of his hand down Artemis face. "That isn't necessary."

Artemis played clueless, "What is?"

"The reflective contact lenses. I wouldn't dream of putting you under a spell." Amos grabbed Artemis hand and brought it to the side of his face. "Pull my hair back." He said his voice full of authority. Artemis narrowed his eyes and pulled his hand back but Amos stopped him. He brought Artemis hand back and made him pull his hair back. Artemis looked at Amos's exposed ear, noticing it came to a point at the end.

"Let go of my hand." Artemis said.

Amos grinned and slowly loosened his hold around Artemis's wrist. Artemis quickly pulled his hand back, his eyes glaring daggers at Amos. Amos chuckled and leaned closer still, his lips only inches away from Artemis's. He could hear the faint beating of Artemis quickened heart beat and the slight trembling from his body. Amos breathe felt warm against his lips. The space between them seemed so miniscule and the air around them felt heated. Amos licked his lips and leaned in. Involuntary, Artemis closed his eyes. Amos stopped; his lips barely touched the others' lips. He saw Artemis with eyes closed and he smirked as pulled away. The warmth left causing Artemis to open his eyes. Amos was standing in front of him, his dark smoldering eyes light with amusement.

"I'm a tad bit hungry. I'll be seeing you later." Without another word or explanation as to what had just happened, Amos left. Butler walked in as soon as Amos left, noticing the shocked looked on his master's face. Artemis didn't speak as he left the room and went to his room, closing the door behind him. Amos watched Artemis close the door from the foyer and smirked. Stage one had been set. From the kitchen Eric called him over.

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Amos ignored Artemis for the next two days. He only greeted him when he had to but other than that he said nothing else. It didn't take long for the effect to take place though it did take longer than most people. Eric noticed it. He recognized the distant look in Artemis's eyes as he would walk by him. In his mind, he knew it wouldn't take long before Artemis caved but he didn't like the idea. He glared at Artemis at times and when the teen genius caught his attention Eric made sure he could see his hate for him. Artemis still had enough to pride to glare back at Eric with indifference but when it came to Amos he couldn't hold his gaze.

On Wednesday afternoon, Eric when to their room in search of Amos. Amos was lounging on the bed, leisurely reading a thick book. Eric smiled and walked towards Amos, crawling into bed beside him. Amos stopped reading and glanced over at Eric. He smiled and pushed the book away, pulling Eric towards him.

"Is something on your mind?" He asked, running his hand through Eric's soft hair.

"I don't like Artemis." Eric said frankly. Amos chuckled and ran his hand down Eric's neck.

"Why not?"

"Because you're completely captivated by him!" shouted Eric. He pouted and moved away from Amos, sitting at the edge of the bed. Amos smiled a bit and slowly sat upright.

"You're just jealous." Amos said. Eric grumbled and crossed his arm. It was fun to toy with Eric. Eric shrugged and wrapped his arm around himself.

"Am I going to be replaced?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper. Amos gazed at Eric, his dark eyes expressionless. He moved closer to Eric and gently pushed Eric off the bed. He made Eric turn around to face him and noticed the tears in his eyes.

"Why would I do that?"

"You're going after Artemis." He said, looking away.

"You've seen him in school. He's too prideful. I want to knock him off his high horse." Eric sniffed, rubbing his hand against his eyes. Amos grabbed Eric's hand and pulled him down on his knees. He held Eric's face in his hands. "Either way, I wouldn't replace you. I've trained you for all these years. You're too skilled to be thrown away like the others." Eric smiled slyly. He pulled his head away and stared at Amos lap. He unbuttoned the top, leaning in close to pull the zipper down with his teeth.

"Excuse me." They both looked up. Butler was at the threshold of the door. If he was shocked the bodyguard hid it well. Eric glared at the Butler, wishing he could kill him with just his gaze. Amos expression was neutral; his dark eyes an eerie calm. "Artemis wants to talk to you."

At once, Eric hissed and pulled away from Amos. He quickly stood up and stormed out the room. Amos sighed and slowly stood up. He pulled up the zipper but left his pants unbuttoned as he followed Eric. Eric barged into Artemis's room, slamming the door open. Artemis jumped and turned away from the window. His pale blue eyes narrowed at the sight of Eric. Eric fiercely glared at Artemis.

"Why the hell do you want Amos for!?" yelled Eric. He moved a step closer into the room. He didn't care about the repercussions if it meant he could at least hand out one punch to the teen genius. He took another step forward when a hand reached out. Amos grabbed a fistful of Eric's hair roughly brought him to his knees. Eric cried out in pain but didn't fight back. Amos hauled him to his feet and coldly stared at Eric.

"Amos…I…" Amos suddenly slapped him. The sting was heard throughout the room. Eric slowly raised his hand but Amos stopped him, clenching Eric's wrist in a bone crushing grip.

"Go back to the room," Amos said, his voice becoming that malicious tone. "I'll deal with you later." Eric nodded and shuffled out the room, now able to hold his stinging cheek. Artemis stared at Butler and Butler closed the door behind him leaving the two of them alone. Amos sighed and at once that commanding aura was gone. "He gets out of hand at times." He said with a warm smile.

"Why?"

Amos tilted his head to the side. "Why what?"

"Why do you do that to him?" Artemis asked. Amos smile slowly disappeared, his eyes taking in Artemis. In his mind, Amos knew Artemis was close to the breaking point. The smile returned a bit more wicked that usual.

"He's mine and because he is mine I can do what I want with him." Amos said and took a seat on a plush chair.

"You mesmered him." Artemis accused. Amos chuckled, reclining on the chair.

"Just a tad bit," admitted Amos. "He was already infatuated with me from the start. I just had him grow some courage and confront me." The silence between them grew until Amos deemed it ready. "How have you been, Artemis?"

Artemis glared at Amos, knowing what he meant. At once he felt mad and uneasy because Amos had spoken first. He looked out the window, the moon shining clearly as it did two nights ago.

"What did you do to me?" He asked, shifting his weaken gaze to Amos. Amos grinned and slowly stood up. Artemis tensed but he stood still as Amos walked towards him. He was sure Amos had done something to him. Why else would he feel like something was wrong with him? For the past two days, all he thought about was Amos and his sudden dislike for the blonde boy that was always tagging along side Amos. Artemis realized he wasn't his usual self. Amos watched the conflict in Artemis eyes and was thoroughly enjoying it.

"I didn't do anything. Why?" Amos took a step closer to Artemis. "Is anything wrong?" He asked with false innocence. Artemis eyes focused as he tried to glare at Amos but it failed and he avoided Amos's smoldering eyes.

"I know you did something." Artemis said weakly.

"Prove it. Or else I'll go back to Eric and—"

"Don't say his name!" shouted Artemis. He held his clenched hands back. He was losing it, he felt that. Amos turned his back to Artemis, wondering how he should finish it. All Artemis needed was one little push. Amos gazed around Artemis's bedroom, his eyes falling upon the genius's large metal-framed bed. He smiled wickedly and turned around. He walked up to Artemis and pinned him against the wall. He grabbed Artemis's chin and made the genius look at him.

"Are you a virgin?" Amos asked. Artemis eyes widen as his face became heated. He tired to move his head but Amos had a tight grip on him. The answer was obvious. Amos grinned and grabbed Artemis's hand, roughly pushing him towards the bed. He pushed Artemis onto his bed and his eyes scanned over Artemis's body.

"What are you doing?" Artemis asked fixing his shirt. Amos narrowed his eyes. A smile graced his face as Amos took his shirt off with ease. He held his shirt in his hand and tore off a long strip.

"Training." He simply said as he climbed on to the bed. Artemis back away but Amos suddenly grabbed his arm. Artemis, having little physical strength, was quickly over powered. All he could do was watch as Amos bound his hands together with the torn cloth. Amos balanced on his knees as he slowly unbuttoned Artemis's shirt, tearing some of the buttons off. He trailed his hand down Artemis's chest, feeling the body tremble underneath his caressing touch.

"Don't touch me." Growled Artemis.

Amos smirked and stopped his hand on top of Artemis pants. "The best thing for you is to have what you are denying yourself. Besides," Amos leaned over Artemis, his face inches away from his captive genius. "You belong to me now." He leaned back, resting on his knees as he unbuttoned Artemis's pants, pulling down off along with the boxers. Artemis gasped, the sudden cold air making him flinch. He quickly pulled his legs together, hiding himself from Amos piercing eyes but Amos laughed as he grabbed his knees and forced them apart. He ran his hand down Artemis's thigh, watching the effect of his touch. His fingers traveled further, his finger wrapping around the base of Artemis erection.

"See," Amos said, slowly stroking it. "It's not so bad." His fingers quickly became slick with precum, enjoying the faces Artemis was making. He was clearly trying to hold back, his whole body trembling in effort. Amos grinned cruelly; amused that Artemis was still trying to fight back. He stopped his hand, licking his fingers as he stared at the body that lay in front of him.

"On you stomach." Amos said and waited as Artemis breathed in deeply. Slowly he twisted his body around until he was on his stomach. "On you're hands and knees as well." He said and waited as Artemis slowly obeyed. His mind knew that he shouldn't listen to what Amos was saying but Amos had mentally beaten him down. His body just reacted on it's own. Artemis felt Amos press himself against him, the action causing him to shiver. Amos grabbed a handful of Artemis hair and viciously pulled his head to the side, exposing his pale neck.

"Enjoy." Amos whispered, his voice becoming that malicious growl. He quickly entered Artemis, enjoying the scream tearing from Artemis's mouth. It felt like his body was being spilt in two. His arms gave out underneath him as Amos relentlessly thrust into Artemis tight body. His skin crawled and his body burned as he tired to pull his mind away from his body but the pain was too much. After the initial wave of pain passed over him, Amos kept on beating Artemis body. Pinching him whenever Artemis tired to move away, pulling his hair back so he could command Artemis to moan. Even when Artemis had came, he wanted to collapsed and crawl underneath his bed yet Amos wouldn't let him. After Amos came, he kept his thick length in Artemis, running his hand over the many bruises he had given him.

When he finally pulled out was when he finally let Artemis fall. Amos stared at his beaten body. There was blood and semen running down Artemis thighs, dripping onto the white comforter. Artemis shivered and curled up, his eyes shut tight. Amos smiled softly, running a hand through Artemis hair. Artemis flinched underneath his touch, unsure if he was going to hurt him again.

"You passed splendidly." Amos said, still running his hand through Artemis soft hair. "Is the fight all out of you now?" Amos asked.

"…yes," whispered Artemis, his lips barely moving. His whole body hurt. He should have felt disgusted to be touch by Amos after what had just happened but he wasn't. In fact, he was glad that Amos was touching him so soothingly, like he was the only person fit for Amos.

"Good, there are a few rules I need to tell you." Amos said and just as sudden gripped his hand in Artemis's hair. Artemis yelped as Amos lifted him to his knees. "Look at me." He commanded. Artemis did.

"You act out; I punish you. You let any else touch you; I will hurt you. You will only listen to me, no matter what. The rest you will learn later on. We've only just scratched the surface of your training but I think you'll be more valuable than Eric." He said. At the mention of Eric Artemis scowled. Amos chuckled for a second and became serious again. "Understand?" Amos asked. Artemis nodded and he sighed in relief as Amos loosened his grip.

"Alrighty, then. I'll see you later, Artemis." Buttoning his pants, Amos left Artemis's room. Artemis stared at the closed door then down at his body. The blood and semen were drying up on his leg. He should be glad that Amos was gone but his mind had become tainted. Some part of him found it irrational that he still wanted that cruel and vicious Amos to touch him, even if it was that brutal touch.

Back at the guest room, Amos sighed contentedly as he sat on a plush armchair. As punishment, Eric was kneeling beside him on the floor, naked except for a dog collar around his slender neck. Amos felt like everything was right in the world. Eric looked up at Amos, the question he wanted to ask in his eyes.

"Go ahead and ask." Amos said, feeling the gaze of Eric.

"Is Artemis now…" He stopped, unable to finish. Amos chuckled and patted Eric's head.

"His high and mighty arrogance and pride is gone. He finally belongs to me."