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Of Lions and Lambs	By : Whimsy101 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 19547 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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TITLE: Of Lions and Lambs

CHAPTER TITLE: The Descent

CHAPTER WARNING: Descriptions of child abuse/neglect. Descriptions of brainwashing and torture. Descriptions of underage sex and rape.

AUTHOR: WhimsicalBalderdash

SUMMARY: The BWL’d disappears; years later, Micah turns to Anita to save his pard and he brings with him a dark haired traumatized submissive named Cassius, whom is called ‘Lamb’ by most of the pard. The W.W. attempts to interfere...

MAIN PAIRING: Asher/'Cassius' - others to be mentioned as they happen

The squeal of rusted hinges drew his attention; there he’d been, hanging by his wrists so high that even at his height he couldn’t touch the floor with his toes, and someone was interrupting his…enforced solitude. Taking a breath, Merle opened his eyes and fought to pay attention to his surroundings. Part of the punishment was over – it was what he got for refusing a direct order of Chimera. Already forced to grow his hair long for refusing to rape Gina and Violet, he’d also refused to touch Cassius in any way. The boy was drugged so much that he probably wouldn’t have noticed, but to Merle, it was still rape.

The sound of bare feet on wet concrete hit his ears, the sound gentle and cautious, as if the owner of said feet were afraid of his reaction. He hung there, bloody and bound but hardly broken, and waited.

“Come to finish me off then?” Merle said, his voice raspy and hoarse from the treatment of the Snake Men.

“No.”

Merle almost jerked his head up in surprise.

“What are you doing down here, kid?” He asked in furious incredulity. “How did you know I was down here?”

“Master told me…” Cassius said softly, moving closer and holding a thick black furred robe tightly around him; close enough for Merle to realize that there was nothing else under it. “He said to save you I had to free you myself. You’re important, and I have to. You must be brave now, Merle.”

“…What?” Merle said in confusion, not quite understanding.

Cassius didn’t reply immediately; instead, he walked over to the mechanism that held the chains up above Merle’s head and released them. With a loud grunt, Merle came crashing down to the floor. He lay there a moment, attempting to get his bearings. Soon after he felt the lithe little body of Cassius crawl on top of him, warming the older man with his body heat and the fur robe around his shoulders. He could smell the scent of recent blood spilled, an older scent of semen, but mostly pard and the familiar scent of Cassius. There was no lust for the boy, merely comfort, familiarity and affection - despite how attractive the boy was.

Laying there quietly, he felt with startling clarity just how fine Cassius' hair felt. Normally, it was thick and slightly coarse, but his hair felt almost like fairy floss. As they lay there together, he could feel a difference in the flesh pressed against his own as well. It was baby soft, without the calluses that he’d become accustomed to feeling on Cassius’ body when they cuddled like this.

“What do you mean, I need to be brave, Little Lamb?” Merle asked roughly, his throat raw from the screaming he’d been doing mere hours ago.

Puffs of warm air ghosted across his broad, wiry haired chest. For a moment, he wondered if Cassius had fallen asleep.

“Ever feel the wind change, Merle?” Cassius asked, threading his long, thin fingers into the thick fur of Merle’s chest. “When you know things have changed, and you have to adapt or suffer the hurricane coming?”

“So you’re saying that something’s coming, and I need to be strong for it?” Merle asked, his chill fading beneath the light weight of Cassius and his fur robe. “I am the Nimir-raj, Cassius…”

“But if you want to survive, and want us to survive with most of our minds intact, you can’t be.” Cassius whispered softly, leaning up to murmur the forewarning into the soft flesh under his chin in apology.

All movement froze between them – Cassius waiting for his vision to be taken out on him in violence, and Merle waiting for the shock to settle. He’d grown fairly comfortable with Cassius’ visions and dreams. Often enough, he’d go to Micah or Merle whenever the dreams happened; often disjointed, and often in two parts – one where the action occurred, and one where action wasn’t taken. He also had little blurbs about more mundane things such as the current moods of Chimera and intuitions into pard emotions and situations. Merle knew enough and had enough experience with Cassius’ ‘gift’ to understand that this wasn’t a guess or something that could be dismissed as nonsense.

“What do you mea-“

“Don’t you want to know whose fur this is, Merle?” Cassius interrupted, wiggling up so that he straddled Merle’s abdomen and stared down at him from under the top half of the fur.

He frowned at the dark haired leopard, his face mostly shadowed by the fur that covered them. Reaching up, he touched the fur with his fingertips, and frowned again at the familiar texture. Realization dawned on him and he turned his eyes to focus on Cassius’.

“He made me,” Cassius said, and this close, Merle could see dainty fangs in his upper and lower jaws. “He made me stay in my beast form and had a witch spell my fur…so it didn’t change back when I did.”

“How long did it take?” Merle managed to ask, fingering the fur and then touching the bare, healed skin of Cassius’ back in contrast.

“You’ve been here for a month…” Cassius murmured softly, looking up at Merle through thick black lashes.

“…why?” It took forever for him to force the question out of his throat. The idea that Chimera had skinned Cassius, and that Cassius appeared to be whole and healed, was horrifying and terrifying. “Why would you allow him to do that to you??”

“I had to get you out…” He replied, ghosting his fingertips down Merle’s face gently. “You’re important to the pard, Merle. You couldn’t survive down here and we need you.” Fear crossed those young features and he stared down at Merle in terror. “Did I do wrong?”

“No…” Merle rasped out, cuddling the boy to his chest – for he was still a boy – fiercely, tightly, as if by sheer will and his arms he’d protect Cassius from that choice ever again.

Even if he knew that they’d all be forced to make those kinds of decisions over and over again.

“Can you still shift?” Merle asked, threading his fingers through Cassius’ fine hair.

“Yes…but I haven’t tried the moon shift yet…that’s tomorrow.” Cassius snuggled deeper into Merle’s embrace. “Master says my fur is softer now…”

“So is your skin and your hair,” Merle replied, touching each respectively.

They lay there quietly a moment, and then Cassius lifted his head and looked at Merle.

“If you step down…you save as many of us as you possibly can. Master’s reign is faltering; I can feel it in my bones.” As he stared at Merle, his green eyes dilated and his face went slack. It was a chilling, eerie sight. The words that came from his lips now, were in a different tone, bone chilling and deep.

“Blood will run like rivers, but we will trudge through, those loyal to the pard and to the moon. One of the many will falter under our will, and we will see victory; but only when led by the one who brings flesh…” Cassius’ eyes focused as much as they seemed to lately, and he smiled sadly at the white haired man. “I’ve seen what will happen if you continue to lead, Nimir-raj…” He leaned down to nuzzle the older man gently and he sighed. “We all fall down… Stepping down, to let the one who will lead us out, is the brave thing to do…”

As they lay there, the warmth of Cassius’ body seeping into Merle’s, the scent of pard, boy, magic and leopard comforting and easing them both. Soon enough, the raven-haired leopard had eased into a state of slumber, judging by the deep, even breaths that puffed across Merle’s chest. With his arms wrapped around Cassius, Merle lay there a moment and sighed.

“We all fall down indeed.”
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