He lay awake, even long after his brother had fallen asleep.  His eyes stared fixedly at the painted ceiling - the figures of cherubs dancing through the clouds.  It was the room that the twins would have been given, if Dante had been sent to the estate with his brother, Vergil explained.  It was a room that he had slept in alone for years, before he had been adopted and given a new identity.  Vergil had lain down on the bed with him, pressing his face against Dante's neck.

    "I just want to breathe in what your scent," Vergil said, his arms wrapped around him and gathered Dante's nude body against his.  "I want to remember...."

    He didn't remember it, when Remus had come.  The smell of cigarettes in the air lingered long after he had come and gone.  When Dante looked at the clock, it was nearly 7 AM.  The slightest hint of the rising sun peeked through the curtains that were not completely closed.  Vergil still lay close to him, their naked bodies entwined - sharing heat to warm the bitterly cold morning.

    Dante pressed the back of his hand over his eyes.  The thoughts of running away came again, although he was not certain how.  He didn't have to peel back the curtains to know there would be metal bars running through the windows.  He didn't know the terrain.  He certainly didn't know what he could do once he would manage to leave the mansion.  There was no place for him to go.  Anger boiled up in him - working its way from the pit of his belly and up through his throat...until he had to force himself to hold back the screams that wanted to come.  Instead - frustration worked itself out of him in tears.

    "It doesn't have to be like this," he heard Vergil say.  "I know you don't believe it now, but he does love us.  More so than father ever did."

    Dante pushed himself away from Vergil and curled up to the side.

    "Father sold us," Vergil said as he pushed himself up.

    "Is he a better person for taking children as payment?" Dante roared.  "Is he better than father?"

    Vergil ran his fingers through Dante's hair then leaned down to kiss him on the temple.

    "Yes," Vergil whispered and slid off the bed.  "Unlike father, he wanted us."

    Vergil snatched the silk bathrobe that had been laid over the back of the chair beside the bed.  He slipped it on as he spoke.

    "Father made a conscious decision to collateral us --"

    "If he didn't want us," Dante said softly.  "Then --"

    Vergil picked up the second bathrobe beneath his and tossed it onto the bed.

    "You're right," Vergil said.  "He didn't want me.  Take a shower and get dressed.  One of the servants will come for you."

    "I don't want to be here."

    "Just as I had no choice over twenty years ago," Vergil said.  "You don't have a choice now.  Live with the consequences of father's mistake."

    

    Dante stepped out of the bathroom to find an elderly servant in a black tuxedo busily making up the bed.  The old man bowed down slightly and gestured toward a blue dress bag that had been laid carefully over the arm chair.  Dante walked over to it and unzipped it.  He was surprised to find a black three piece suit in it.

    "Master Remus expects you downstairs for breakfast in fifteen minutes," the old man said.  "Please hurry.  He does not like to be kept waiting."

    Dante held back a sarcastic remark and nodded, taking the dress bag with him back into the bathroom.  As he slipped into the suit - he realized how expensive the fabrics were.  Tailored perfectly as if he had been fitted for the suit.  After he dressed, he followed the old man down three flights of stairs and down a long corridor and into the courtyard.  Remus sat at one end of a table reading papers from a manila folder while stirring coffee absently.  Vergil nodded at the empty seat opposite him and to the left of Remus.

    "Rested up for a new day?" Remus said as he put the folder down.  Dante said nothing and sat down on the table.  Another servant walked up and poured a cup of coffee for him.

    "I don't want to be here."

    Vergil sighed and took a sip of the coffee.

    "I'm sure you don't," Remus said.  "But that's not my concern."

    "I don't care what pact my father had with your father," Dante said, his voice had turned venomous.  He looked over to Vergil.  "And I don't care what you have accepted...but I am not property."

    Remus picked up his cup and took a tentative sip from it.  

    "I was going to take you to the meeting in Paris today," Remus said.  "But the plans can change.  Lower your voice."

    Dante's fists curled and uncurled at his sides.

    "Dante --" Vergil said warningly.

    "Does it please you to have me like this?"

    Remus shrugged.

    "It certainly does," he said.  "You've just gotten a promotion.  You are now my personal secretary.  I am sure you would do your best to fulfill your obligations."

    "I have no obligations to you."

    "I think it's too soon," Vergil said.  "I know you want to show him off, but -- "

    Remus leaned back in his chair, a satisfying smile brooked over his face.

    "He'll be fine," Remus said and shoved the manila folder toward Dante.  "Look at it."

    Dante carefully leafed open the thin cover and looked in.   For awhile, he couldn't understand what he was staring at.  Until he saw the name of his father's company in the corner of the paper, the numbers along the columns made little sense to him.

    "That's what you are worth, darling," Remus said and took another sip from his cup.  "Or rather, the price of your freedom."

    "Five Hundred Million...." Dante whispered, reading the circled number on the last sheet of the thick stack of paper.

    "Want to talk numbers?" Remus said and placed the cup back down the saucer.  "We can do that.  You being here is simply a matter of a business transaction.  You want out? I can give you options."

    "You expect me to come up with this kind of money?"

    Remus laughed softly.

    "Of course not," he said.  "You are only responsible for two hundred and fifty million.  Vergil's taken care of the other half."

    "You expect me to give you 250 Million?"

    Remus' smile grew.

    "Of course not," he said.  "I expect you to earn it."

    Vergil pushed his chair back and stood up, straightening his suit as he did so.

    "You two can discuss your terms," he said and picked up his cup.  "I have a meeting in an hour."

    He took another sip from the cup and replaced it on the pale saucer carefully.  Without another word, he stepped away from the table and walked through the open French doors.  Dante stared after his twin - his heart felt as if it had sunk deeper and deeper - following Vergil out of the courtyard.

    "Do you expect me to forgive your debt?" Remus said after awhile.

    "I don't expect much from you," Dante hissed - his voice full of venom.

    "That's what I like about you," Remus said and pushed his chair back and rose.  "So full of piss and vinegar."

    He skirted around the table until he was standing behind Dante.  He pressed his two hands over Dante's shoulders firmly.

    "You will receive the salary of $200,000 a year, per executive secretary's pay.  That means, I expect you to work.  Only for myself and Vergil.  As for the rest of the fee...."

    Hands moved up to cup Dante's chin, the thumb stroking the lower lip slowly.

    "Bonuses are negotiable."

    Dante's fists curled around the top sheet of the folder and the paper crinkled in his hands.

    "Everything is as easy as you willfully make it," Remus whispered.  "And with as much pleasure and pain as you like."

    A hand hooked under his arm and pulled him up and out of the chair.

    "I am not due at the office until noon," Remus said, dragging Dante alone behind him.  "Let's make something of that time, shall we?"

 

    He was shoved into Remus' master bedroom and the door slammed shut behind him.  

    "If you are not sleeping with Vergil," Remus said as he loosened his tie.  "You will be spending time here."

    "I...."

    "New rule," Remus said as he pulled up a chair and sat down.  "If you hesitate, you are costing ME time.  It'll cost you."

    Dante stared at him in silence, rage obvious in his eyes.

    "Take off the suit," Remus said and took out a silver cigarette case.  "I don't want you to stain it."

    It took Dante a few seconds longer to begin, his hands shaking as he did so.

    Remus smiled and tapped out a cigarette.  

    "Good boy, you are learning fast."

    The jacket and tie came off first and were thrown over the seat of the chair next to the bed, then the shirt and the pants.  It took a little bit of effort for him to make himself move when Remus gestured for him to come toward where he sat.

    "Nothing has to be difficult," Remus said softly and discarded the cigarette into the crystal ashtray next to him before gathering Dante closer to him.  "You are, after all, where you belong."

    Dante said nothing as he was maneuvered over Remus' knee -  his thighs separated by the left knee he was straddling on.  Fingers moved over the cleft of his ass but barely moving in as tip of the tongue teased his nipples.  Dante found himself shaking - not from arousal but for reasons unknown to him, fear.  Remus laughed.

    "What are you afraid of?"

    A finger drilled into him - the dryness of it made him tense.

    "Relax...you can take it...even without being wet."

    The finger moved in a small circle as it moved in. Teeth scraped against his nipples.  He held onto the frame of the chair hard -his body in a flurry of sensations that he did not know were pain or pleasure.

    "First day of a new job is always the most difficult," Remus said softly.  "But you will be fine..."

    "Sh...shit..." Dante grimaced -- his body wanting to pull away and he was fighting hard to stay as he was. 

    "Move your ass," Remus said.  "Fuck the finger..."

    Tears rose to his eyes and blurred his vision for a bit as he lifted himself up slightly then back down.  Even after several times, he didn't think he felt any better.  His right hand was then taken from where it had been gripping the chair and pressed over Remus' erection that was jutting up through the open zipper.

    "If you don't want to me to fuck you with this dry ....wet it."

    Dante slid down and knelt between Remus' knees.  He ran his tongue along the underside of the cock, tracing the thick vein that was outlined against the thin skin.  Remus lit another cigarette as Dante pressed the thick reddened head into his mouth and drew the shaft in.  He couldn't get more than half of the thickness into his mouth and Remus didn't seemed to care.  He let Dante work his tongue and mouth over his cock until he finished his cigarette.

    "Get up."

    Dante wiped at the corners of his mouth and stood up.  

    "Turn around."

    As soon as Dante did so, he felt Remus' hands on his hips pulling him backwards until he felt the blunt head of the wet cock against his still dry hole.  He cringed but Remus continued to pull him back until the thick head was pushed through the mouth and through the first ring of the muscle.  He screamed -- the invasion was fire to his body.

    "Don't tense up," Remus said in a heavy, near breathless voice.  "Relax your muscles and it will take it."

    He controlled his want to pull himself away and let himself be shoved onto Remus' cock but he couldn't stop the screaming.  It felt like a knife slitting him open from the inside.

    "Just so you know," Remus said into his ear when he finally seated Dante onto his cock.  "I like to dry fuck.... I like it when I know you can feel everything."

    He was pushed away from the cock slightly and pulled back down, wringing another scream from him.

    "...and I like to hear the screams..."

    The hands on his hips gripped harder and he was slammed hard - up and down until he felt certain that he must have been ripped open and bleeding.  Then the hands left him - but the cock was still fully planted inside.

    "Move on your own," Remus said, his hand circled around front to hold his semi-hard cock.  

    "I..."

    "MOVE."

    His legs were shaking as he did so - lifting himself off until he felt the length of the cock leave him, hanging to him by its thick head. Then he pushed himself back down.  It hurt at first ... but the pain slowly dissipated; disappearing into his belly. Soon, he felt a distinct flick of electricity course through him whenever he seated himself down fully on the cock and the hard tip of it strike that spot inside him.

    "Feel it now?" Remus whispered, his hand stroked Dante's cock harder but with a slow pace.

    "Y...yes..."

    "Don't clench up and the cock will find that spot sooner next time..."

    Dante threw his head back until he was leaning against Remus' shoulder.  The head of the cock rested against that spot ... he moved his hips slightly to ground against it.  He wanted to cum then but Remus' hand was firm around his now-hard shaft, not allowing him to.

    "You are not allowed to cum until I give you permission to...and you are definitely not allowed to cum before I do."

    "Please...let me..."

    "Shhh..."

    Dante felt himself picked up - carefully Remus moved him to the bed, his cock still deep inside.  He was shoved onto the bed, his face against the pillow.  He heard Remus rummage through the drawers in the nightstand but he couldn't see.  He was dizzy from arousal as Remus moved his hips in a slow circle, stroking that sweet spot inside him.

    "Almost...." Remus told him.  Then the movement changed to fast and furious - the pain and pleasure was great in equal mix and he thought he was about to pass out when Remus suddenly stopped.  Dante clenched the sheet and screamed into the pillow as he felt the hot cum spill into him.  It felt good - as the warmth spread through him.  He nearly protested when the cock was drawn out of him - but then, something else ... something cold took its place.

    "You are going to carry my cum all day today...if you undo this yourself, I'll plug in gallons of cum in there...." Remus said as he secured the small plug he had inserted into Dante's reddened hole.  He looped straps around Dante's waist that held the plug in place.  "If you had been a woman, I would have made sure you would be pregnant with my baby this way.... but we do what we can."

    After sliding in the final strap - Remus turned Dante over on his belly.

    "You want to cum?"

    Red-faced from exertion and embarrassment, Dante nodded.

    "Do it," Remus said.  "Use your own hand and relieve yourself."

    With great reluctance, Dante moved his hand over his own erection.  It took little time for him to forget Remus was watching him as he worked himself toward his climax -- pulling at his cock until he spilled cum over his belly.

    "I hope you remember how to do this," Remus said softly as he licked at the spilled cum and fed it to Dante's mouth.  

    "...because I expect you to put on shows like this for some of my more important clients at some meetings."

    Dante's mind was still spinning - the words not fully registered in his head.  Remus slid off the bed.

    "Someone will come in and clean you up. Be ready in half an hour. We have an important meeting to go to this afternoon."

    Then he was left alone. His eyes stared fixedly into the ceiling.  He was still unmoved and mindless, even when the servant came for him.