Mercy (ManxBoy)

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Oh baby don't you know I suffer,

Oh baby can't you hear me moan?

Z A I R E:

I found myself shifting nervously beside Sykes as we waited for his friend to get to Lambardies. I'd only ever met two of Master Sykes friends, and that was Slater and that one douche bag that tried to come onto me and get me to betray my master.

I was worried. What if he doesn't like me? What if I'm not rich enough for him? What if he thinks I'm some kind of sugar baby when I'm not?

All these worries were floating around inside my head and I couldn't help but feel slightly nauseous. I didn't want his friends to dislike me. I'd never really thought about my masters friends before, but I really wanted Sykes and I to work out, and I've always heard that if a mans friends don't like you, you're a goner. I didn't want to be a goner.

I want to be his.

I sighed and looked down at Masters hand on my thigh. Just feeling the weight of his hand against my leather jeans had my entire body tingling. I've never felt this way before. I've loved men before, but this is so much deeper than just that.

I found myself yearning to be in his presence every moment of the day, yearning to be held in his warm arms all night. I wanted to be on my knees for him, serving him, pleasing him, no matter what. I wanted him to claim me as his, without hesitation. I didn't care if anyone judged me for it, I didn't care if it was taboo or wrong. The age difference wasn't a problem, I liked it. I liked knowing he was older than me, knowing he was set in his ways, and knowing that he'd protect me. I liked how experienced he was, and I liked that he didn't hesitate in guiding me how I needed him to. And most of all, I just liked him.

He was fun, he had this air of maturity about him that was so hot, I couldn't resist giving everything and more to him. Sykes made me feel giddy in a way that I'd never felt before. He made my heart race, my stomach tie in knots, and my brain comprehension very, very slow. My mind goes in seventy directions all at once, and I can't get a coherent thought to stay straight in my head.

"Hey man!" I heard, and looked up to see a handsome man, roughly about the same age as Sykes, with blonde hair and blue eyes, with tan skin. His lips were quirked up in a cocky little smirk.

"Hey David." Sykes said, standing up, and I followed him obediently without even being told to. "Hello Prince," He said softly. The boy glanced up at David, and then looked at me, and then to Sykes.

"Hello, Sykes." He said respectfully, and I looked over him curiously. He was thin, like me, with skin the color of a mocha latte, deep brown eyes and his brown hair hung down to the tips of his ears.

"David, this is Zaire. Zaire, this is David, and his boy, Prince." Sykes introduced. I waved shyly, and looked up at Sykes for permission to speak. He nodded, and I blushed lightly, unsure of what to say to them. I glanced down at Sykes hand, and clutched it tightly, letting it give me the strength to keep me steady.

"Hello." I said, my voice surprisingly strong for the level of uneasiness flopping around in my stomach, acting like pterodactyls, trying to get me to fumble over my words.

"Lets go get seated." David suggested, and we all began towards the restaurant. When the hostess asked us for reservations, Sykes popped up and said Bennett. His thumb ran over the back of my hand comfortingly, and I couldn't help but relax some. When we were seated at a table, Prince and I were looking eye to eye, and Sykes was beside me, holding my hand.

I wasn't scared of Prince, I just... didn't want him to not like me. Which is strange, considering I've never been even the slightest bit self-conscious. Sykes leaned over and kissed my ear lightly, "Calm down, love. They don't bite." He whispered into my ear, and I nodded and took a deep breath.