Friday, April 6, 2012

Luck of the Irish Ch.03

Okay, here's the second to last chapter. Oh, and big news, yes the news I've been talking about but never telling you. I'm glad to announce (and stupid excited!) that I've been working with Kitten2010 on a collaboration project that is finish, and will be posted in the next couple of days. It's gonna be fantastic and I hope you all enjoy it. (I had a ton of fun writing it with her)


Corey sat in bed, late into the day. 

"Still in bed?" Eric walked into the room. 

"No." Corey rolled over into the pillows.

"Oh really..." Eric set down the dirty shirt he was picking up.

"Oh yeah." Corey nodded, not removing his face from the pillow that muffled his voice. Eric chuckled and dropped the other dirty clothes he was holding. He crawled into the bed, lying himself gently on top of Corey. He kissed the back of his neck tenderly, holding himself up with his hands. Corey rolled over so he was face to face with Eric and kissed him.

"You know..." Eric said, rolling over and letting Corey rest against his chest, "Christmas is coming up, and I have some time off." Eric said.

"Really? That would be great! Do you have Christmas off?" Corey sat up.

"I do." Eric smiled at how excited Corey was getting.

"This is fantastic! We'll have a tree, and presents, and we can decorate the house ourselves, and we can have stockings, and I'll make Christmas dinner! What do you want for Christmas? Oh my God it's only a few weeks away and I haven't gone shopping! I don't know what I'm going to get you..." Corey rambled, he continued to talk for a minute longer before sighing and lying back down on Eric's chest with an excited smile. "This will be the best Christmas ever." He smiled into some far off world where Christmas had already reached them.

"Well... We're not doing a tree." Eric said.

"What?" Corey sat up. "But Master, it's one of the best parts about Christmas. Sitting in the living room with the fireplace burning and Christmas music playing, decorating the tree together..." Corey lost some of his smile.

"We're not doing decorations either." Eric said.

"What?" Corey had to stop himself from shouting. "But Master we-"

"And no stockings." 

"Master!" Corey sat away from Eric, sitting on his heels with an adorable pout on his face.

"And no Christmas dinner." Eric added.

"What? How could you-.... You can't have Christmas without-.... Why cant we-.... Maybe just-..." Corey was silent, staring at his Master like he had grown a second head.

"We probably won't be having to many presents, either."

"Master... Why can't we have Christmas? It's my favorite holiday... I-"

"Corey, who am I?" Eric said. Corey sighed and looked down with a destroyed look on his face.

"My Master..."

"And who has final say in this house?"

"You..." Corey mumbled, head down.


"But can't we just-" 

"Corey. I've made my decision and that's final, you will respect that and trust that I know what's best for you and I." Eric said.

"Yes Sir..." Corey said, so meekly he could hardly hear it himself.

"Now, we will NOT be having an elaborate Christmas..." Eric paused and reached into the drawer on his nightstand, pulling something out. Corey refused to look up.

"Because, we will be going to Ireland to visit your family." Eric held up the two tickets to Ireland. Corey snapped his head up so fast he thought he would get whiplash. He took the tickets from Eric's hands slowly. He stared down at them in his lap quietly for a long time.

"Corey? Aren't you happy?" Corey looked up and saw the tears in his eyes.

"Master..." He choked on his tears. He reached out for the comfort Eric provided. Eric took him in his arms, confused.

"What is it?" Eric asked, rubbing Corey's back as he cried.

"Thank you so much, Eric." Corey said, using his Masters name purposely. "You have no idea how much this means to me." Corey sobbed. Eric smiled and pulled Corey away so he could wipe the tears from his face.

"It's been awhile since you've seen them, hasn't it?" Eric asked. Corey nodded, tears still falling from his eyes. 

"Is this good enough to fulfill your Christmas needs?" Eric asked. Corey nodded with a smile quickly and hugged Eric again. "I'm glad you like it, Corey. I thought we could use a break from all the excitement around here." 

"How long are we staying?" Corey asked, once the tears had gone.

"I planned for a week, I hope thats long enough. I wanted to spend actual Christmas day here, together." Eric stroked his leg.

"It's perfect. I love you, Master." 

"I love you too, Corey. More than anything." Eric hugged Corey to his chest. He held the elated man in his arms, and smiled at the thought of getting to meet his lover's family.


"This is beautiful, Corey." Eric looked out the window as they drove through the green fields of Ireland.

"It's been so long since I've been home. I didn't realize how much I missed it." Corey smiled. He looked so at home here. Eric loved the look on his face as he watched the green fields fly by.

"It's so much prettier in the summer." Corey looked up at the gray clouds of winter.

"I'm sure it is, we might have to plan a second trip." Eric smiled at him, brushing his fingers through his Pet's hair.

"Lets get through this one first." Corey laughed. They drove near the edge of the cliff that separated them from the roaring ocean. 

"Look at that, it's so beautiful." Eric smiled. "How much farther?"

"Not long, ten minutes or so." Corey smiled. He pulled his turtleneck a bit further up his neck, catching Eric's eye.

"Don't you think you should tell them what happened, Pet?"

"No." Corey said quickly. He had asked Eric to buy him a few turtlenecks for the trip a few days ago. "I'm sorry Master, but it would darken the holiday. My family doesn't... Deal well with things like this." Corey looked up at Eric almost pleading him to understand.

"Alright, Pet. I won't say anything if you don't." He reached over to Corey and stroked his lover's hair.

"You never told me, how big IS your family?" Eric asked, looking out the window. Corey turned to look at him, smiling with a wicked grin.


"Corey! How you been little brother?" A large red haired man came out from the house before them. 

"Keith!" Corey hugged the man who had to be at least five or six inches taller than Corey's 5'7"." Keith lifted Corey into the air and hugged him tightly, until Eric began to worry Corey couldn't breathe.

"Guys, he's here!" Keith turned around and shouted behind him, into the open door of the home.

"Corey?" A small, also redheaded, woman stepped out of the house and ran up to Corey, hugging him tightly.

"Imogen!" Corey hugged her. She was actually shorter than Corey and couldn't have been more than 5' 4".

Another woman walked out of the house. She was the same height as Corey, her red hair reaching down to her waist. She was thin and hugged Corey tightly.

"Da, I missed you!" He hugged his, what Eric assumed was, his sister. 

"You don't call, you don't write!" She punched him in the arm. An older man walked out from the house, followed by a short woman in a dress and two more members of the family.

"Dad." Corey was crying now and hugged his father. Eric stood by, glad to see Corey so happy.

"It's been too damn long, son." Corey's father was pushed aside by the short round woman with the same hair color as Corey.

"Move it yah fool, let me hug my baby." She was crying just as hard as Corey and squeezed him with a grip that could crush a watermelon.

"Hi, mum." 

"Hi? Hi?! It's been four years and all you can say is hi?!" She smacked him on the back of the head. "The nerve of it. All this time living in America and you forget your family." Another woman, closer to Corey's age, put her hands on her hips and pouted. She was only a few inches shorter than Corey, but much much heavier. She was bubbly and happy and her short hair bounced as she walked.

"I could never forget you, Liann." He smiled and hugged her too. She moved to let the others hug him, but not before swinging her foot behind her and kicking Corey in the ass.

"Hey, Corey." The final brother said.

"Hey, Liam." Corey smiled, but didn't move to hug the man who stood just as high as Eric.

"Are you going to introduce us?" Corey's mother smacked him in the back of the head again.

"Of course, mum." Corey blushed and smiled at Eric.

"Eric this is my family. This is my mum," Corey stood by his mother.

"Sharon." She smiled and pushed aside his hand, giving Eric a gut squishing hug.

"My dad," Corey moved to stand by his father.

"Wilson, but call me Teddy bear." He shook his hand, and then gave Eric a hug, not quite as powerful as his wifes.

"My brother, Keith." Corey put his hands on his brothers shoulders.

"Hey." Eric noticed he had no accent, at least not nearly as strong as Corey's other family members. Eric shook his hand and smiled.

"My Sisters, Amanda, Liann, and Imogen." Corey stood between his sisters who he wrapped his arms around.

"Hi." They smiled warmly and shook his hand.

"My other brother, Liam." Corey made no move to step away from his sisters.

"Hello." Liam nodded in Eric's direction but made no move to hug him or shake his hand. He had the thickest accent of them all.

"Wow, big family." Eric smiled.

"I still have four more brothers and sisters." Corey smiled. Eric went pale.

"Oh God I'm never going to remember all of these names." He gave a weak smile, and was pushed into the old house by many hands and feet.

"So what is that?" Eric asked. "Nine? Nine brothers and sisters?" He asked, astonished.

"Yep. And theres still aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends of the family-"

"Who are really just family." Amanda chimed in. 

"To account for." Corey smiled and pushed her. She nudged him back and he pushed her harder, pushing her against their mother who was bustling around the small kitchen.

"Children." She warned.

"Da started it." 

"Corey started it." They spoke at the same time.

"Da?" Eric raised an eyebrow. Corey was about to speak when Amanda shoved him out of the way.

"When he was little he couldn't pronounce my name, it always just came out Da."

"It stuck." Corey shrugged. Eric nodded.

"So, how do you two know each other?" Amanda asked, flipping her hair and leaning against a table seductively. Eric glanced at Corey who nodded.

"We're dating." Eric smiled. Amanda's face dropped and she wrinkled her nose.

"Well thats no fun." She pouted and stuck her tongue out at Eric. Eric laughed and Corey reached out for his hand.

"Where's Danny and Renee?" Corey asked.

"They're upstairs." Teddy bear spoke.

"More of your siblings?" Eric asked.

"Yeah, there's Danny, Renee, Bree, and Reilly left." Corey smiled.

"We're easy to remember. Amanda is tall and skinny with long hair, I'm shorter and got a lot of chub to spare, Danny has the goatee, Renee smells like to much perfume, Teddy bear doesn't like to talk, Liam is an asshole-"

"Hey." Liam looked up from where he was zoning out.

"Keith is the size of a car, Momma smacks us a lot, Bree has the scar on her chin from when Corey threw a brick at her, and Reilly is all serious-like." Liann counted on her fingers as she spoke.

"You forgot someone." Corey said.

"Did I?" She began counting again.

"That was only ten, there's eleven of us here now." Corey picked at a piece of meat his mother was cooking.

"Imogen." Eric spoke.

"Oh yeah, and Imogen just blends into the background." Liann smiled and picked a piece of meat off the stove. Corey's mother smacked Corey in the back of the head.

"I didn't do it!" He frowned.

"Delayed reaction." She smiled up at her son who pouted. 

"Damn thats a lot to remember."

"You'll get used to it, just thank God the twins aren't here." Keith laughed and picked off a piece of meat.

"That's it, all of you out!" Sharon shooed them all out of the kitchen, forcing them into the living room.

"You're family is quite the entertainment." Eric smiled at Corey. 

"I know, I really missed them." Corey smiled.

"I hope you don't have any problem understanding everyone." Corey said.

"I'll get used to the accents. Yours isn't as strong."

"Well, I was only eighteen when I left home and traveling around the world kind of muddled my accent." Corey smiled.

"Damn right, you sound like a bloody Yankee by now!" Keith ruffled Corey's hair.

"I do not!" Corey said. Eric noticed him settling back into his Irish accent more and more as they were there.

"Say something Irish man!" Amanda shouted. 

"I do what a want, leave me alone damn it." Corey laughed.

"Thats not very Irish of you." Eric smiled at his lover.

"Aye! He's got it!" Keith pointed at Eric.

"See, Aye, thats very Irish. Say something like that." Eric laughed and leaned back on the couch next to Corey.

"You're not helping." Corey nudged him.

"Oh yeah a his!" Keith squeezed between Corey and Eric on the couch, putting his arm around each.

"Don't worry worry, son. We'll get the Irish back in you yet!" Teddy bear smiled and handed Corey a very large cup of ale.

"See, I like this already." Eric said, accepting his own cup. 

"You can't drink." Corey shook his head, smiling. Eric frowned.

"Oh yes I can." He said.

"Not like an Irish man can." Corey slapped Keith on the back as he sipped. his ale.

"Well the lets put that to the test." Eric said, in a mock Irish accent.

"Ooooh!" Several of Corey's brothers and sister said, in a low tone.

"Alright, lets make it interesting then." Corey smiled wickedly.

"What did you have in mind?"

"If I beat you, I get to top you." Corey smiled. Eric raised an eyebrow, leaning back into the couch.

"And if I win?"

"Oh trust me, you won't." Corey winked.

"But if I do?"

"Then... I don't know, what do you want?" Corey laughed.

"If I win... then we go to a body art shop and you let me choose if you get a piercing, or a tattoo." Eric smiled. Corey's eyes got wide.

"Piercing where...?" Corey asked.

"That's for me to know, and for you to find out when I drink you under the table." Eric winked, using the fake accent again.

"Ha, a zebra among horses!" Corey titled his head back and chugged the ale in seconds. 

"One, I'm pretty sure that's not a real saying. And two, you're on." Eric shook Corey's hand.


Eric couldn't stand. He didn't know how Corey was still standing. Sure the small man was soused, but it was clear he could hold his liquor better than men much larger than he was. 

"I think I underestimated you, Pet." Eric felt dizzy.

"Aye, you did." Corey smiled, now speaking in a thick Irish accent, the alcohol working it's magic on his usually controlled voice.

"You know you sound really sexy when you talk like that." Eric kissed his lips.

"You know you sound really sexy all the time, Keith bring us another." Corey waved his hand.

"Oh Jesus, you're going to kill me." Eric laughed. Corey winked. Keith set down two pints of Guinness.

"Bottoms up." He smiled, and walked off. Corey took his and began chugging the dark liquid. Eric shook his head and tilted back to chug the drink with his partner. He got halfway through before he set the glass down, Corey's was drained.

"Give up, yet?" Corey asked, words slurred with the alcohol and the muddled accent.

"Nuh uh." Eric swooned.

"Are you sure?" Corey asked, worried. "I don't want you leaving me cause I gave you alcohol poisoning." He laughed as Eric finish his drink.

"I'm fine I'm fine, I already know what I'm going to have you get, too." Eric winked, waving his hand.

"And what's that?" Corey asked, holding his Master's shoulder.

"Spoilers." Eric put a finger on Corey's lips.

"You're wasted man!" Liann laughed.

"Aye!" Eric raised his empty glass. "Keith!" He called.

"I'm goin' I'm goin'." Keith disappeared into the kitchen. He returned with two more pints of Guinness.

"Eric, are you sure-"

"You scared?" Eric teased.

"Yes, scared that you're going to kill yourself." Corey laughed.

"I'm fine, my sweet Pet. Bottoms up!" He said, with the fake accent. Corey followed suit and tilted his glass back, draining the cup of the dark liquid. Eric got half way through before swooning and passing out.

"Looks like you won the bet then." Sharon smiled.

"Aye, but he's too drunk to even remember." Corey smiled.

"You should get to bed, man. It's gettin' late." Keith laughed.

"Will you do me the honors of carrying my beloved upstairs?" Corey laughed. 

"Aye." Keith lifted Eric over a shoulder.

"Damn." Corey laughed. "I'm getting a picture of this." Corey took out the digital camera Eric had brought and took a picture of his Master, over his brothers shoulder with a glass of Guinness still swinging in his hand, sloshing the drink everywhere.


Eric's head was pounding.

"Oh." He moaned and rolled over. "My first night in Ireland and I'm already having the worst hangover of my entire life." 

"Here, love." Corey's soft voice said. Eric looked up and saw two asprin in his hand. He took them gratefully and accepted the glass.

"This isn't gin, I pray?" Eric looked up over the glass. Corey smiled and shook his head.

"How are you not in pain right now?" Eric turned back to press his face into the pillow.

"Have you already forgotten? I'm Irish, Eric." He kissed his lovers head and stroked his hair.

"So I assume I lost?" 

"Oh yeah." Corey nodded and smiled.

"Oh no." Eric grumbled.

"If you don't want to, I won't." Corey blushed.

"You won the bet fair and square. Take me." Eric wiggled out of his boxers. Corey laughed.

"You're such a drama queen." Corey smiled and walked out of the room. Eric sat in bed for awhile longer before the smell of food drew him away from the warm comfort of his bed.

"Look who's back from the dead!" Keith shouted, as Eric walked back into the house, a glass of Guinness in his hand.

"Oh Jesus, it's like eight how are you already drinking? And no shouting." Eric waved his hand. The family laughed.

"Welcome to Ireland." Corey pushed Eric down into a chair.

"You put on quite the show last night, Eric." Imogen smiled.

"Oh god, what did I do?" Eric put a hand over his face.

"Take a look for yourself." Corey held out the digital camera.

"Jesus is that- Is that Keith?" Eric grabbed the camera and looked closer at the picture. He looked up at Keith who waved.

"Oh man, I am never drinking again." Eric laughed.

"You were really cute, all passed out on the bed and everything." Corey blushed.

"You will tell no one of this." Eric pointed a finger in Corey's face. Corey smiled and nodded, leaning his head on Eric's shoulder.


It had been four days since they had arrived at Corey's old home. Corey spent most of his time with Eric and his siblings, drinking, or just lounging about.

"So, Eric. What do you do for a living?" Teddy bear asked.

"I'm a doctor." Eric smiled.

"Wow, thats impressive." Sharon smiled.

"And hot." Amanda winked at him. 

"Da." Corey glared at her, hugging Eric's arm.

"Sorry." She stood up and walked away. Eric chuckled. 

"So, a doctor. You have a big house?"


"Mom!" Corey blushed.

"What? I just want to make sure you're well taken care of." She shrugged.

"I don't need someone to take care of me." Corey frowned.

"Yes, you do." Sharon, Eric, Keith, and Imogen all said at once. Corey sulked.

"I'm going upstairs." Corey sighed and walked up the steps.

"I'll go talk to him." Eric stood up and followed Corey up the stairs.

"Hey." He said, once he reached the bedroom where Corey was lying down.

"Hey." Eric laid down next to him, arm around his shoulders.

"You know we just care about you, we worry." Eric said.

"I don't want them thinking that I'm still some helpless child." Corey said.

"We know that you're not." Eric hugged him.

"Then why does everyone treat me like one?" Corey frowned, pushing away Eric's arms and sitting on the edge of the bed. Eric sat up and looked at him silently for a minute.

"We don't." 

"You do from where I'm standing." Corey crossed his arms.

"Then maybe you should stand somewhere else. I have a free spot next to me." Eric whispered in his ear. Corey smiled and hugged his Master.

"I'd like that." Corey moved and their mouths came together. Eric kissed Corey roughly, nibbling at his lips. They rolled onto the bed until Eric was above Corey.

"Are you okay?" Eric asked.

"Yes." Corey whispered.

"If you want me to stop, at any time, just tell me, Corey."

"Okay." Corey seemed timid, but headstrong in what he wanted. Eric nipped at his neck and pulled the turtleneck over his head. Corey moaned as Eric attacked his nipples and he reached down for his cock. Corey groaned in frustration when Eric pushed his hand away.

"Eric please I-"

"Master." Eric said with full authority in his voice.

"Yes, Sir." Corey automatically knew his place and put his hands above his head, grabbing the smooth wood of the headboard.

"Good boy, I think you've earned a reward." Eric licked down his stomach and pulled down his briefs, exposing the hard aching erection. He licked at the head and Corey shuddered.

"Oh God." He gasped. He was panting and wiggling under Eric, which only made him hornier.

"So sexy." Eric muttered and ripped the briefs all the way off his legs.

"Those were your favorites." Corey muttered.

"We'll go shopping when we get home." Eric attacked his mouth so Corey couldn't speak anymore. He slipped his hand between Corey's legs and searched with his fingers to find his asshole. He found the tiny rosebud and pressed in with his middle finger.

"Oh God!" Corey cried out loudly. Eric covered Corey's mouth with his again, worried someone would hear them in the crowded house. He kissed Corey furiously while fingering his ass with the long digit. 

"More, please Master I need more." Corey begged. Eric lined up another finger with his hole and began pumping in and out. Corey shuddered again and wiggled his ass on Eric's fingers.

"So good..." Corey moaned. Eric pulled his fingers out and Corey nearly screamed in protest.

"Please, Master I-"

"Shhhh." Eric shushed him and stroked his hair. He pulled off his pants quickly, leaving Corey on the bed alone, trying so hard to obey his Master. He gripped the headboard so hard his knuckles were white. He wiggled his hips on the bed, trying to get some release. Eric stood naked and was about to climb back onto the bed when he froze, staring at the beautiful man.

"You're so gorgeous." He whispered. Corey opened his eyes and stared at his master with pleading, begging eyes. His lips were in a begging pout and he was panting softly.

"Come here." Eric dived down onto the bed again and kissed Corey passionately.

"Please, Master." Corey could hardly speak he was filled with so much want.

"I know Pet." Eric lined his cock up with Corey's tight hole. "Are you sure?" Eric asked one last time, praying that the answer was yes.

"Yes." Corey made solid eye contact with Eric and Eric saw the complete trust in Corey's eyes, the trust was what he craved most, it was why he was a Master. Eric pushed his swollen cock into Corey's tight tunnel. Corey moaned as Eric slid in. Eric worried that he was going to fast but Corey suddenly wiggled down so that Eric was all the way inside him.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, please Master please I need you!" Corey begged. 

"God you're so tight." Eric kissed his neck lovingly.

"You're so big. Please Master, make me yours." Corey begged. Eric began pumping in and out of his smaller lover, kissing and licking at all of his sensitive spots. He nibbled at his ears and lips, licking and sucking on his throat and shoulders. He placed his hands on top of Corey's on the headboard. He thrusted into Corey's tight opening until they were soon in the steady rhythm of sex. Corey moved his hips against Eric, pushing his cock into his ass as deep as it would go. He hungered for the warmth of the cum that would soon fill him.

"I can't last much longer, Master." Corey whimpered.

"Hold on, Corey. Wait for me pet." Eric was nearing climax. Corey cried out as he tried to keep from cumming. Eric was panting just as hard as Corey now and the room was filled with the smell of sex.

"Master..." Corey trailed off. "I can't..." He gasped as he felt his balls tighten.

"Cum for me pet." Eric thrusted into him once more and groaned loudly as he exploded deep inside Corey's ass. Corey whimpered and their chests were covered with Corey's own release. Eric grunted as he emptied the last of his cum into Corey's ass and collapsed above his lover. They panted and sat in the blissfulness of their orgasms. Corey felt Eric's large cock shrinking inside of him, and soon it slipped out of his hole. He grunted as Eric's cock slipped out and he felt a flow of cum spill from his ass. He wished it would have stayed in him, he liked the feeling of it inside. Eric pressed his fingers between Corey's ass cheeks and scooped up some of the still warm cum from Corey's sore hole. He brought his fingers up and Corey licked them clean, sucking on each digit lovingly until they were clear of any cum. Eric fed him a few more finger fulls before he kissed Corey lovingly.

"That was beautiful, Corey. Thank you." 

"I love you, Master."

"I love you too, Pet." Eric kissed his forehead. "Lets get some sleep, I don't think I could move even if I wanted to after that." Eric smiled. Corey curled up in Eric's arms.

"Hey Master." Corey said, after a minute had passed quietly.


"What is your family like?" Corey asked.

"I don't have much family left pet." Eric said.

"What about that guy you told me about? Your last slave."

"I told you, he has a new Master now who doesn't want me to see him." 

"You're letting that stop you?"

"What would I need him for? He's happy where he is." Eric looked down at Corey, and kissed his temple softly. "And I'm happy where I am." He smiled. Corey smiled back and rested his head on Eric's chest again.

"Corey, what's up with Liam? I feel like I'm missing something every time he's in the room." Eric said. Corey was silent.


"Liam and I don't really get along." Corey said softly.

"Why? What happened?"

"It was a long time ago, can we just go to sleep?" Corey asked, eyes already closed.

"Sure." Eric mumbled, rubbing Corey's back as they both fell asleep.


Corey ran down the stairs, Eric hot on his heels.

"Don't do it!" Corey shouted between laughs as he reached the steps and jumped over the couch. He turned so that the couch was between him and Eric, who had just reached the bottom of the steps.

"Come here." Eric curled his finger towards him.

"No way in hell." Corey said, Eric hardly understanding him through the accent.

"Damn that accent of yours is sexy." Corey turned around and wiggled his ass. Eric took the opportunity to jump over the couch. Corey squealed and ran out the front door, into the yard where the rest of his family was lounging about.

"Keith!" Corey shouted, hiding behind his big brother.

"Cheater." Eric stuck his tongue out.

"You trying to take advantage of my lil brother?" Keith asked, with a smile.

"I would say yes, but you're like four inches taller than me." Eric laughed. Keith smiled wider and walked away, leaving Corey vulnerable. Eric charged forward and wrapped his hands around Corey's waist.

"Ah! Traitor! My own brother!" He laughed as Eric dragged him down to the ground. Eric attacked his throat, nibbling at the tender flesh as Corey squirmed beneath him.

"Grrr! You wicked American!" Corey was laughing so hard he was crying, trying to wiggle away from Eric.

"Oh jeez. I can see so many wrong role playing fantasies you two do in bed now." Liann shook her head, covering her face with her hand.

"Oh you have NO idea." Eric winked. Corey pushed his face away with a hand.

"Shush you." He stood up and began dusting himself off when Eric pulled him back down into the dirt.

"Eric!" Corey laughed. A car pulled up and Liam stepped out. The joy of the day was gone and it was quite. Corey stood up silently, no longer playing, and dusted himself off. Liam glanced at them before carrying a brown paper bag into the house. Corey stepped back towards Eric, who was just standing up, away from from Liam. The door shut behind him and the rest of the family began talking again.

"What the hell was that about?" Eric asked Corey.

"Nothing, forget it." Corey shook his head, looking back towards the front door of the house.

"What's up with your brother Corey?" Eric followed Corey as he went to feed the small cluster of chickens.

"Nothing." Corey shrugged. Eric spun him around after he threw one handful of feed to the ground.

"Tell me." He said, making eye contact. Corey sighed and turned back towards the chickens.

"Liam has always been really...weird." Corey shrugged.

"Details?" Eric asked. "Everyone seems afraid of him." Eric followed Corey as he walked through a dirt path in the fields.

"They are....we are. Liam is just....Evil." Corey said simply.

"Evil? That's it?" Eric laughed.

"You don't understand, Eric. He's so...." Corey looked up to the house.

"Tell me then." Eric hugged him to his hide as they walked.

"When he was little, he used to kill animals." 

"That's gross, but not too weird, my own brother used to bring home dead squirrels." Eric shrugged. "They grow out of it."

"Well he didn't. And it wasn't squirrels. He would bring home sheep, lambs even. He would kill them for no reason, leave their bodies lying around. Or even put them in my bed to freak me out." Corey said.

"Okay, thats a little twisted... But it doesn't make him evil." Eric furrowed his brow and cringed at the thought.

"He used to hit my mom." Corey said.


"You know how small she is, he's a lot bigger. Even if he's not as big as Keith, he's bigger than anyone else. He hit her so bad sometimes that she would have bruises or cuts. And if Keith wasn't around there was nothing any of us could do." Corey shrugged.

"Did you ever think to call the cops?" Eric asked like Corey was stupid.

"No shit, what were we supposed to say? 'Excuse me, po po, my son hits me.'?" Corey said sarcastically.

"Maybe not the po po part but..." Eric joked.

"We tried Eric, they wouldn't do anything. They just assumed Mom was a bad parent cause she couldn't control her kids." Corey shook his head.

"Okay, even still. Keith lives here so he cant do anything right?"

"He lives here because were worried if he leaves Liam will do something worse."

"Surely he wouldn't-"

"He was arrested for murder four years ago." Corey said. "He was only fourteen." 


"He was a minor, and they said it was self defense." Corey said.

"You don't think so?"

"I know it wasn't. I knew the guy he killed. It was his math teacher. He said he tried to rape him." Corey rolled his eyes. "He used to threaten me when we were younger. With knives and such, he even got his hands on a gun once. He never did anything, but the whole family is terrified of him." Corey explained.

"He what? I'll kill him." Eric was suddenly very serious and turned back towards the house.

"Eric, don't please." Corey pulled on his hand until he stopped. "It's been years since then, and Keith said he hasn't done anything in years, too." 

"Okay, so he's just a tad evil." Eric admitted. Corey pulled him back on their walk.

"Isn't there something you guys can do?" Eric asked.

"Mom said he's moving to Rome. After that Keith is moving out, he's going to college in America." Corey smiled. "He wants to be a doctor." 

"Wow, good for him." Eric smiled, glad to hear some good news.

"Yeah, I'm proud of him. And Liann and Amanda are going to stay here, but probably move out. Amanda has been dating this guy for awhile and wants to move in with him." Corey said.

"And Imogen?" Eric asked.

"I don't know... she's so.... Imogeny." Corey shrugged. Eric laughed and they reached the cliff side.

"You know we're going home in two days." Eric said.

"I know, and to be honest I'm glad." Corey said.

"Really? I was worried you wouldn't want to come back with me." Eric said honestly. Corey looked at him, grabbing his hand.

"Of course I do." Corey smiled. "I love my family, but you're my family too. Plus I can only handle so much of them at a time." Corey grimaced.


"Mum, stop crying." Corey smiled weakly as his mother hugged him for the fourteenth time.

"You bring my son back to me soon, you hear me?!" She waved a finger at Eric.

"Yes, Ma'am." Eric saluted.

"And you take good care of yourself, you're too thin." She tugged on Corey's sweater.

"Mum, you're not Italian." She slapped him in the back of the head, making Eric chuckle.

"Don't laugh at your partner." She slapped Eric on the back of the head.

"Hey..." Eric pouted.

"It's official, you're part of the family." Liann hugged Eric and Corey.

"Uh, cool... I guess?" Eric frowned, and then broke into laughed before Keith picked him up and crushed him with a rib breaking hug.

"Oh jeez, big guy. Excuse me, Dr. Big-guy." Eric winked when Keith set him down. Keiths only response was tussling Eric's hair.

"You all come back soon, okay?" Teddy bear stood by his wife and waved.

"Bye." Corey waved. They climbed into the car and drove off, it was five minutes later when Corey started crying. Eric put a hand on his knee.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just gonna miss them." Corey smiled weakly.

"I know, maybe we can come back next year." Eric smiled.

"That would be nice.... or we could go visit your family." Corey hinted, wiping tears from his eyes.

"I told you, I don't have that much family left... and we don't get along." Eric said.

"You never said you didn't get along... I told you about my family..." Corey said the last part quietly. Eric sighed.

"My mother was abusive." Eric said. Corey looked up.


"I had one brother, and he was never treated the way I was. My dad was a pussy and didn't do anything about it." Eric said. Corey stared ahead of him for a moment.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. Everything up until I was ten was great. A perfect happy family. Both my parents loved me, my brother and I got along. Took family trips to Disneyland and all that jazz. Then when I turned eleven something changed in her. She started using drugs, my dad started drinking more, my brother was fifteen and started getting more into kids his own age and didn't want to hang around with his younger brother. I was put into the foster system when I was sixteen. I only stayed there two years when I aged out of the system. I ended up on the streets, worked my way into college and made it to where I am today." Eric shrugged like it was no big deal. Corey stared blankly down into his lap. Eric glanced over at him.


"I guess I just never really appreciated how great my family is... I'm sorry it was like that for you." Corey said.

"It's alright, my foster parents were nice. They were hippies, but nice." Eric laughed.

"What happened to your family?" Corey asked.

"My brother died a few years back in a car accident. We didn't hate each other. We were just never close after he kind of forgot about me when we were kids. I think he always felt guilty because he didn't stop what was happening, or even notice really. My mother overdosed the year before my brother died. The last time I talked to him was at her funeral. My father is still around somewhere. Last I heard he was still living in our old house and had given up drinking." Eric said. Corey nodded.

"Have you ever reached out to him?" 

"No." Eric said simply.

"Are you mad at him, for not helping you?" Eric was silent for a moment.

"I don't know... I don't think so." He sounded unsure.

"I think he punished himself enough for it." Eric decided. 

"That doesn't mean that you can't be mad at him." Corey said.

"I guess." Eric seemed to be thinking about something.

"What was your last slaves name?" Corey asked.


"Do you think that you became a Master because of what happened when you were a kid?" Corey asked.

"What do you mean?" Eric glanced at him, with a furrowed brow.

"I just mean... maybe because you felt like you had no control over what happened to you, like others were controlling your life, you feel the need to control someone." Corey shrugged.

"Are you complaining?" Eric seemed annoyed.

"No, not at all." Corey said quickly. "I just mean...You became a doctor, where you control almost every aspect of your environment, and at home you choose what we eat and when, and what I wear, when we sleep, what we do in our free time...." Corey trailed off. Eric was silent.

"I didn't mean to upset you... I was just wondering...." Corey turned his eyes forward again.

"You didn't upset me... I never thought about it like that." Eric said. They were silent for a minute.

"Maybe when we get back, after Christmas, you could talk to Henstridge about what happened." Corey said.

"I think I'd like that." Eric smiled at Corey, who smiled back.


"Merry Christmas, sweetheart." Eric kissed Corey firmly.

"Merry Christmas, Master." Corey hugged Eric tightly.

"I'm going to go up and shower, then we'll open the few presents we got." Eric kissed his temple and jogged upstairs. Corey waited until he heard water running to get moving. He pulled the coffee table into the left corner of the room. He pushed the couch back out of the way so the floor in front of the fireplace was open with the soft white carpet on the floor. He started the fire in the fireplace and ran to the closet underneath the stairs. He opened it and pulled out the small, fake Christmas tree he had bought before they had left. He dangled a few small ornaments from it and put on a small stream of lights. He set it on the table in the corner and turned it on, lighting up the otherwise dark room with the warmth of Christmas, and the heat of the fire. 

Corey heard the doorbell ring and he ran quickly to the door. The bored kid stood there with the box of pizza in his hand.

"Six eighteen." He sighed.

"Keep the change, Merry Christmas." Corey handed him a fifty. His eyes lit up and he smiled.

"Thanks!" He handed Corey the pizza and walked down the street. Corey smiled after him and heard the shower upstairs stop. He heard Eric jogging down the steps. He saw his Master appear with his hair wet and shining.

"Dominoes?" Corey held up the box. Eric looked around the room.

"Did you do all this?" Eric smiled. Corey nodded. Eric walked down the rest of the steps and kissed him.

"Merry Christmas, lover.'"Eric pulled him over to the fire by his waist. They sat, curled up in front of the fireplace with a half empty pizza box. They had opened presents and now sat in the warmth of each others arms, and the fire, with a glass of wine each and a slice of pizza.

"You know, I think this is the best Christmas I've ever had." Eric looked over at Corey.

"Me too. Merry Christmas, Master." Corey kissed him. They made out for awhile like horny teenagers before falling asleep on the soft carpet of the living room.


Corey woke up. The flames in the fireplace had died down and his Master was lying on the floor, passed out in a wine and love induced stupor. Corey sat up and put his empty wine glass down, after it had been in his hand for the past few hours. He stretched and looked around, before kissing Eric and standing up. He walked upstairs and found Eric's laptop on the bed. He glanced down the steps before walking over to the bed. He opened the laptop and found the computer locked. He thought for a moment.

He typed in a few words before he sat back on the bed and sighed.

"Password Password...." He mumbled. He looked down at the laptop and sat up again. He typed in 'Corey' quickly. The computer desktop opened.

"Romantic sap." Corey smiled. He opened up Eric's email. He scrolled through emails and found most of them work related or junk. He reached the end of the short list and found what he had been looking for:


I'm sorry I left so suddenly, and that we haven't gotten to talk since I left. But I thought you would want to know that I found someone. He's really nice and I think you would like him. But he's the jealous type, and doesn't want me talking to you... so I'm afraid this is the last you'll hear of me. But I want you to know that I'll never stop loving you. Take care of yourself and find someone new.


Corey thought for a moment before opening up a new email and began typing.


Cliffhanger!!! Don't hate me :) I have a surprise for you guys and the next thing I post will be the big surprise I've been talking about for the past couple of weeks ;)

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'll try to get Revolution done and what not. Also, I'll have two stories coming out for Christmas (I know long ways away but It's the most wonderful time of the year afterall, at least thats what I've heard, and thats when the Doctor Who Christmas specials come on which makes it the most wonderful in my book) Rate and Comment cause I love hearing from you guys! Thanks to my editor Gbc5452 cause he's fantastic when it comes to helping me with my stories and I would be nothing without him *bow down bow down* (that's right, bow to me, your editing God.)

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