Thralls

Chpater 15

Azal ran as fast as he could to the club. It was the middle of the day so there was no neon lights or partying. Just a single bartender.

"Where is she." Azal demanded as he sat down.
"Where's who?" The bartender asked.
"You know who. The girl-"
"Ah, Irene," the bartender chuckled. "She had quite the boy toy last night. She was very into him-"
"Where's did they go?"
"I think she took him home," the bartender smirked. "Not to his home, obviously."
"Where is her home?" Azal glared, getting impatient.
"How should I know?"

Azal held a knife to the man's throat.
"I think you do know," said Azal. "And you're going to tell me."
"Ok! Ok!" The man cried. He handed Azal a sticky note. "There's her address!"
Azal removed the knife. "Thanks,"

Azal left the club.

...

Azal bolted up the stars of the building, searching for that bitch's room.
Finally he found it and tore down the door.

Inside he saw Irene sitting on a couch, reading a magazine.
"A-Azal!" She gasped. "What a suprise!"
"Where is he." Azal demanded.
"Where's who?" Irene smirked.
"You know who!"
"Oh, Tom?" Irene stood up. "He is such a cutie! And so obedient! Such a perfect little boy."
"Obedient?!"
"Oh yes!" Irene smiled. "Tom, won't you come in?"

A door opened and Tom walked in. He wore a blank expression, along with different clothes. He now wore a nice button down shirt, not his usual hoodies and t-shirts.
He knelt before Irene and took irene's hand.
"How may I serve you master?" He asked

Azal was shocked.
"But he was-"
"Under your thrall?" Irene smirked. "Yes he was, but mine is stronger. And now he's mine to control,"
"He's no no one's to control! Just let him go!"
"Aw but why?" Irene nodded at Tom and he stood up. "You let him go alone, a thralled slave should never be left alone!"
"Please he shouldn't be involved with us demons!" Azal's said.
"He was involved with you!" Irene glared.

Irene suddenly smirked and commanded Tom to stand.
"He's under my thrall now, which means he does as I command," she said. She turned to Tom. "Kiss me slave,"
Tom smashed his lips onto her hers in such an intense way. They moved in sensual rhythm with each other.
Azal had never felt such agony.
"Leave him alone!" Azal cried.
"Alright then," Irene rebased herself from Tom. "We'll fight for him, thrall vs thrall!"
"Wh-what?!" Azal screeched.
"Unless you want him to stay here with me-"
"Ok!" Azal cried.

....

Tom stood in front of Irene and Azal. He stood there, blank faced.
"Tom," Irene smirked. "Come to me."
Tom instantly followed her command, walking to her.
"Very good Tom!" She smiled. "Now go back."

Irene turned to Azal. "Your turn."

Azal concentrated. He thought back to all the times Tom and him sprang together. Every time TOm made him smile. Everything he gave up for Tom and what Tom gave up for him. He took a deep breath..
"Tom, come to me."

All was silent until Tom screamed "AZAL!!!" And ran into his arms.

(YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!)