Whips 'n' Chains

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Hurray, I've written another PiersxFelix fic. I love this pairing. Of course, that means slash, so don't like, don't need to read.

Camelot owns Golden Sun.

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Felix stood in front of the door, gazing at it in curiosity. Ever since they got onto the ship, he had wondered what was behind this particular door for a simple reason. It was locked. In fact, he had even asked Piers what was behind the door, but Piers had been rather evasive about it and quickly changed the subject. This had simply inflamed Felix's curiosity even more.

Just what was behind this door? Felix reached out and put a hand on the solid wood, his imagination running wild as he wondered what secrets it held. Could there be a stash of bodies hidden in there? He quickly dismissed that notion. There was no smell, and anyway, why would Piers have a ship with dead bodies on it?

As Felix frantically wondered, it then occurred to him. He would just have to find the key to the door and get in himself. This mystery had to be solved. But then where was the key to the door? Should he just use Psynergy instead and hope it didn't do too much damage? The ship was probably over several hundred years old anyway and in great shape, it could handle a little Psynergy.

Felix stepped back, looking around furtively and listening for anyone who might be coming. Nope, it was absolutely quiet. Not even a mouse was stirring anywhere. His dark brown eyes sparkled in excitement as he daringly prepared to use his Psynergy. His body flashed with light as he quickly cast Gaia, almost blasting the door right off its hinges. Fortunately, it was only the lock that broke.

"All right!" the triumphant Venus Adept exclaimed, punching the air with a fist. He stepped over to the open doorway and looked down a dark, winding flight of steps. Felix carefully reached out and felt the wall as he began making his way down the steps, holding his breath. It smelled awfully strange and musty down here, and the further he went, the warmer it was getting.

Eventually, he came to the bottom step and looked ahead to see a large room. It didn't look terribly suspicious to him on first sight; there wasn't much in there after all. Felix walked through the room, wondering why Piers bothered to keep it a secret. There were handcuffs hanging from the wall on chains and a box containing what looked like whips. Maybe it was supposed to be a prison or dungeon, something strange like that.

Felix kneeled down, peering inside the box. There were other things in there beside whips. He reached in and pulled out a round ball with straps attached to it. Felix turned it over in his hands, raising an eyebrow in confusion. What was it? Some kind of odd looking gag, he supposed, judging by the straps.

As he dug deeper into the box, he found a container of chocolate sauce. Felix brushed the dust off it in disgust. There was no way he was going to try it. It could have been sitting in that box for years. But why chocolate sauce? Did the Lemurians like to give their prisoners chocolate sauce or something? Well, if the Lemurians were all like Piers, it didn't surprise him.

Not only was there chocolate sauce, but there was whipped cream as well. It was most definitely expired as well. Felix tossed aside the bottles, feeling even more confused. Maybe there was something not so innocent about this mysterious room after all. As he pulled out a small pair of furry handcuffs, he was beginning to feel quite sure of it.

A footstep on the first stair alerted Felix to danger. Someone was coming. He hurriedly stuffed everything back into the box, looking around for somewhere to hide. If Piers found him down here, he was going to be in trouble. As the mysterious feet descended down the stairs, Felix threw himself underneath a red, velvet rug. Well, he was desperate. There was nowhere else to hide.

Now the person was coming into the room. Felix silently prayed that it was just Jenna, or Sheba, or even Kraden, but he hoped it was not Kraden as well. Kraden would spend hours down here, rambling to himself and examining every little thing there was. That would be sheer torture.

"Well, well," Piers's voice echoed throughout the room. "I see someone has found my mysterious love dungeon. I do wonder who it could be. Perhaps they are still in here. Why, I should look for them, shouldn't I?"

Felix shrank underneath the rug, shivering. He did not want to know what Piers would do to him, not at all. And, wait? Had Piers just called this room his love dungeon? Now that was just too much information.

"There aren't a lot of places to hide," Piers said, approaching the red velvet rug lying in a heap in the corner of the room. "Why, I think that rug is definitely the best place to hide, but it just doesn't work, does it?"

Felix felt the rug be lifted from him and promptly let out a girlish scream. He then clamped his mouth shut, feeling embarassed. Great, Piers had now heard him scream like a girl. This was just so embarassing. He wanted to curl up and die of shame right now, but Piers probably wouldn't let that happen. Felix tentatively looked up, to see that Piers was actually smiling. What the heck?

"Oh, Fe. Dear Fe," Piers was speaking in a strangely warm voice, kneeling in front of him, with that frighteningly huge smile on his face. He didn't even seem annoyed at all. "Has nobody told you that curiosity killed the cat, so to speak?"

"Don't call me a cat!" Felix yelled in annoyance. For some reason, he was highly sensitive to the mention of cats and was also deathly afraid of them, but nobody knew why and assumed that Felix was just a bit nuts.

"Oh, calm down. It's just a saying." Piers chuckled. "So, I guess you decided to find out for yourself what was in this room. I never actually said you couldn't come down here after all, I just didn't feel like telling you what was in here."

Felix realised that he was right. Piers had never actually forbade him from coming down here, so maybe that was why he didn't seem to mind. "But why didn't you just tell me what was down here? It doesn't look very suspicious or anything."

"Oh, dear innocent Fe." Piers sighed, shaking his head. "Did you even look inside that box?"

"Yeah, I did," Felix admitted. "But why is there chocolate sauce and whipped cream in the box? I bet it's gone off now."

"I suppose it has. It's been a while since I've used this room last," Piers replied. "Oh, okay, I've never actually used it. Would you like to be my first guest? I'll show you what's so special about this room."

Felix had the distinct feeling that he should refuse and then run out of the room before Piers trapped him or something, but before he could do or say anything, Piers had already dragged him to the wall and was now chaining him up.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Felix asked anxiously, pulling at the chains. "This isn't funny! If you chain me up here, who's going to steer the ship? Huh?"

"I'm not keeping you down here, silly!" Piers reached into the box and pulled out a whip. He turned to Felix, with an even bigger smile on his face. "This might hurt a little, Fe."

"Huh? Ow!" Felix exclaimed, as Piers started whipping him. "Hey, that hurts! Stop it!"

"Don't you find it a little... exciting?" Piers enquired slyly. "How about if I use this too?" He reached into the box and pulled out the ball gag.

"I want to get out of here!" Felix yelled, pulling on the chains again. "I don't want to find out about your stupid love dungeon!"

"But I was hoping to have a regular visitor," Piers said, feigning disappointment as he dropped the whip and gag back into the box. "Wouldn't you like to come down here again, Fe? We can have fun in here."

Felix was silent now, giving him a sulky look.

"Aw, did I frighten you?" Piers stepped up and reached out to touch Felix's silky brown hair, running his fingers through the loose strands. "I'm sorry. Maybe you really are horribly innocent for a man your age. What are you, eighteen? How is this even possible?"

"Mom and Dad never had time to give me the talk considering they were hostages and I was rarely allowed to spend time with them!" Felix snapped. "And I don't know why they hadn't even given it to me by the time I was fifteen!"

"Never mind, Felix. I can educate you," Piers whispered, leaning over to kiss him on the lips. Felix froze, his face flushing scarlet. Piers smiled and stroked his cheek. "Okay?"

"Okay," Felix squeaked, his eyes widening. Maybe it didn't sound so bad after all. He just hoped Piers wouldn't use that whip too much.