A Small Piece of Heaven

Heaven 09





Thanks to all of those rewieving my story. To those of you who wanted Phillips killed after the last chapter I have to
say: I'm afraid you don't like him any more after this chapter.


NCS Warning! Nothing graphic
and too explicit though
 
A Small Piece of Heaven – Part 9
"What… what did he do to you?"
"I’m sorry, Master." Milliardo’s voice was thick with tears he was
desperately trying to fight back. He was trembling in the older man’s arms, torn
between wanting to pull away and longing to melt into the tender embrace.
Treize gently stroke the blonde’s back in a soothing, comforting manner.
"It’s okay," he whispered gently. "You can tell
me Milliardo."
:::Begin of Flashback:::
Milliardo handed the guard at the security gate his show ID and the
man slid it through his scanner. From where he was standing the blond couldn’t see
the red warning flashing over the computer screen only seconds later. He didn’t
realize either that the man was taking a little longer as usually to remove the ID and
hand it back tm. Im. In fact he didn’t notice anything was wrong until a second,
uniformed guard approached him, his hand on the stun gun.
"What’s going on?" Milliardo asked.
"You are under arrest."
"Under arrest?" The blond frowned. "On what
grounds?"
"The ID card you are trying to use has been reported
stolen." The officer told him. "Put your arms together behind your back."
"Wait a second," Milliardo objected. "There has to be
some kind of mistake, Sir I can assure you this card is not stolen."
"Is that so?" the man answered. "In that case the
issue should be resolved rather quickly at the station. I suggest you do not resist.&;
;
Milliardo sighed inwardly as he put his hands on his back, allowing
the officer to cuff him. Only a moment later a patrol car arrived to pick him up. The
young man didn’t resist when he was prodded into the back of the car. He didn’t
even look at the driver because he was too busy kicking himself mentally.
Darn it. If Treize has to come to pick me up from the station
I’m going to be in so much trouble.
"Hello, Milliardo! Long time not seen."
Milliardo’s head jerked up at the sound of that voice. He
paled. The officer behind the wheel laughed.
"What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?"
"Commander Phillips?!"
"It’s Lieutenant now," the man corrected him. "I
lost my rank when your master, Treize Khushrenada, got me fired from the S.A.U. Took me
almost 4 months to climb back up to where I am now. – But I want you to know,
Milliardo I don’t blame you for that. It wasn’t your fault."
Milliardo frowned. "It was his fault either. You really
can’t blame anybody but yourself."
Phillips snorted, looking at the blond through the back mirror.
"You have developed quite an attitude, haven’t you? You
would never have dared to talk back at me, or at anybody else for that matter, when you
were still under my control. – But then again, a little attitude can be amusing. Just
don’t get too smart with me, Milliardo."
A few minutes later they stopped in front of a small, bungalow style
building.
Phillips climbed out of the car, walked around and opened the door
for the blond.
"Get out!" he ordered.
"This is not the security office." Milliardo eyes narrowed
suspiciously.
"Of course not. I have other plans than for you to sit in a
cell on such a beautiful afternoon. - Now get out."
When tlondlond hesitated, Phillips’ eyes narrowed in
irritation.
"Don’t make me drag you out of that car, " he
growled.
The young man knew that he couldn’t win this. He was
defenseless with his hands still cuffed behind his back while the Lieutenant was armed
and, as Milliardo knew from experience, not afraid to use his weapons. His shoulders
slumped in defeat as he climbed out of the patrol car.
"Smart kid," Phillips grinned. "Now if you only would
be smart enough mot to make this any harder on yourself than it has to be."
He prodded his captive into the bungalow, gesturing to a couch in
the living room.
"Sit down!"
Milliardo complied, as he fought against a raising feeling of panic.
The Lieutenant started to undress himself, putting the weapons-belt onto the table where
he couldily ily reach it. His uniform jacket landed somewhere on the floor between the
table and a chair.
"I would untie your hands. But I can see it in your eyes that
you have no intention of playing along."
"Whatever you are planning, you might want to reconsider,
Sir," Milliardo suggested quietly. "This time your job might be the least you
have to worry about."
Phillips eyebrows rose in fake surprise. "Was that a
threat?"
"Just a warning, Sir. My master is extremely jealous and he...
"
The Lieutenant snorted in amusement. "You think he is going to
save you again, aren’t you? Not this time, my friend. And let me tell you something,
Milliardo…" He leaned forward, bringing his mouth close to the young man’s
ear and whispered. "After we are finished here, I seriously doubt that he would want
anything more to do with you."
Milliardo shivered, but when Phillips tried to capture his mouth in
a kiss the blond jerked away. He thrashed, pulling up his knees to kick the man away. He
didn’t realize Phillips had reached for his stun gun until he felt the weapon’s
cold steel being pressed against his throat. The pain was blinding, but the charge was not
strong enough to make him loose consciousness. His brain was still working, but he had no
control over his muscles.
"You never learn, do you Milliardo?" the lieutenant said
almost softly as he pushed the blond down onto the couch. He straddled the young
man’s hip, unbuttoned his white shirt and let his hands run over Milliardo’s
chest and abdomen. Phillips pinched one of the pink nibbles hard, grinning evilly.
"You can admit it or not, but I know that you like this,
Milliardo." His hand slipped under the waistband of the blonde’s pants. "I
know that you like it rough and that you love to be dominated. I know you better than you
might think."
Milliardo couldn’t move, couldn’t escape those callous
fingers that were groping his most intimate parts, running over his skin and twisting his
nipples painfully. The feeling of humiliation was almost worse than the pain. And he knew
there was nothing he could do about it. But he also knew the effects of a stun gun
don’t last very long. But unfortunately so did Phillips. The man rose to his feet
walking out of Milliardo’s line of view. When he came back he had a small bottle in
his hand.
Kneeling down next to the couch, Phillips forced the young
man’s lips apart, pouring some of the liquid from the bottle into the blonde’s
mouth. His other hand covered Milliardo’s nose. Unable to breathe, the blond
swallowed instinctively. The Lieutenant repeated the process a couple more times until he
was sure that the young man had enough.
"Don’t worry, it’s only a little love potion
that will help you to relax and loose your inhibition, a mild aphrodisiac, some muscle
relaxant…. " Phillips explained almost softly, as he watched the blond
intensively. "Don’t fight it, it won’t help…that’s it, Milliardo,
just relax."

***
Milliardo had little recollection of what happened next. He
wasn’t sure, but he assumed that was a result of the drugs he had been given.
He woke up in Phillip’s bed, naked. The Lieutenant walked into
the room.
"Get dressed," he ord, to, tossing the young man clothes
onto the bed. Milliardo replied wordlessly.
"Hurry up, I’ve got to get you booked before my shift
ends. But there is something I want to show you before we leave."
The young man followed Phillips into the living room watching as the
man turned on his TV and popped a video on. He frowned, wondering what the Lieutenant was
doing but the moment the film started running he paled.
"Nice little memento, isn’t it? Gives me something to
always remember this afternoon by. – Milliardo has anybody ever told you that you are
an incredible lover?" Phillips grinned. "Come on, don’t give me that look.
You can’t tell me that you didn’t enjoy this as much as I did, not if I have
proof to the contraries of that on disk."
Milliardo felt sick to his stomach. He had never been so disgusted
or ashamed in his life. Not even back at the S. st. station when he had been forced to do
things he’d rather not think about. He had never willingly submitted to the officers,
had always managed to hang on to at least a little piece of dignity and pride. But
Phillips had managed to take even that away from him, by having him participate in his own
rape.
 
Oh my god, he is right. Treize is going to hate me if he finds out
what I have done. And I can’t even blame him.

***
Soon after Phillips had driven the young man to the station and
locked him up.
Milliardo wasn’t sure how come nobody noticed that there was a
nearly 3 hour gap between the time of his arrest and his arrival at the station.
Before leaving the cell the Lieutenant had turned one more time
toward the blond with a devious grin on his face.
"Maybe we should do that again some day, what do you
think?"
:::End of Flashbac

"I’m sorry … I didn’t…" Shivering even
more violently than before Milliardo looked up, searching for any sign of anger or disgust
in his master’s face, but all he found was worry and compassion.
"Shh, it’s alright." Treize whispered soothingly as
he cradled the younger man in his arms. He waited until Milliardo had calmed down somewhat
before he rose to retrieve a towel.
"Do you want me to help you?" he asked gently as he handed
the towel to the blond.
Milliardo shook his head.
The ex-colonel nodded. "I’ll go get your pajamas," he
offered.
A short time later Treize was tucking the younger man into bed. He
let his fingers run gently over Milliardo’s cheek before he rose.
"Master?!"
"I’ll be right back, Angel. I’m going to call a
doctor."
"Please don’t," Milliardo’s hand on his arm
stopped him. "I don’t need a doctor, Master."
Treize nodded understandingly, settling back down on the edge of the
bed. "Alright. But you need to try to sleep now. Close you eyes, I won’t go
anywhere."
Milliardo complied. It didn’t take long until exhaustion took
its toll and he sunk into deep, dreamless sleep.
Treize sighed deeply as he raised his hand to push a few strands of
hair out of the young man’s face, careful not to wake him. Never in his life had he
felt more helpless.
He had sworn that he would never let anybody hurt Milliardo again,
but yet there was nothing he could have done to prevent this.

Author's Note:  Feedback is greatly appreciated,
constructive criticism is welcome :-)
Sorry, this part is a little shorter than usually, but the next part
will be longer.