Captive V

Dante's strong arms carried Andrew into the kitchen, holding the shivering naked body close to him. "Easy…shh…" He whispered, carrying the other into the bedroom and setting him down on the sheets.

Andrew's wide eyes roamed the bedroom, his hands touching the sheets. His pleading eyes looked up at Dante, who smiled.

"Go ahead." He said with a smile. "I'm going to get a bath ready, alright?" He said, and turned, putting up a barrier to keep Rowan out.

Andrew whimpered softly, and dove into the covers, smiling so hard his face hurt as he rolled himself up in as many blankets he could. He giggled and laughed until tears rolled down his face. He curled up in the warm sheets until he looked like a human burrito, and got stuck. He laughed as he cried, curled up in so many blankets on the bed.

When Dante came back in, he laughed. "Look at you." He said softly, smiling and gently petting the others hair. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He said softly, helping the other unroll.

Andrew still couldn't walk, so Dante carried him into the bathroom, and helped the angel get into the warm tub full of water. He looked over the small angel that had helped him almost two weeks ago with a sad smile. The other's light blue hair was still stained with wine from Rowan's outburst. His body was small and frail, clearly underfed. There was what looked like a burn mark over Andrew's ass, a tramp stamp of sorts. Rowan's mark. Dante shook his head, his touches gentle as he washed the other's hair and frail body. His hands paused at the others chest, blushing.

"Andrew…what are these?" He asked softly, seeing the metal on the other.

Andrew looked down, happily enjoying the warm water and the nice touches…and he suddenly got quiet again. "Those are for master's pleasure." He whispered softly. All he knew was that they hurt. He didn't like it when Rowan pulled on the nipple rings.

Dante shook his head. "Andrew, how old are you?" He asked softly, as his hands went up, gently touching the rings, and pulling them out, freeing the others nipples.

Andrew thought about it for a while, his hands playing in the water. "I don't know." He said softly, his words halting. He hadn't had a real conversation like this in a while. He'd been with Blaze for around 10 years, and with Rowan for at least six…but he couldn't remember how old he was when he was caught.

Dante sighed softly. Andrew couldn't be more than thirty years old, for an angel. He still looked barely 16 in human years. "It's alright." He said softly, helping Andrew dry off and wrapping the other in a towel.

Dante worked for the rest of the day taking care of Andrew. He got him fed and clothed, and finally sleeping in his bed as he waited for Iggy to get home.

Meanwhile, Rowan had woken up pissed. Andrew was gone. He knew that weak little thing couldn't have broken out of his house. Someone had taken him. But he didn't know who. He sighed, eating. He missed his morning blow job…whoever had taken the angel made sure they weren't caught…so it would be too much of a pain to try and track Andrew down.

Hm. He needed another angel. Another whimpering, scared little whore to suck on his dick…but where could he find one? He sat up, grinning. Ezekiel. Blaze's pet. Surely Blaze wouldn't mind if he borrowed Ezekiel for a few days?

After all, Blaze had been with Ezekiel for a few years now…hell, Blaze was the one who had given Andrew to Rowan in the first place…so borrowing another one shouldn't be a big deal. He would wait until Blaze was sleeping though, just in case.