The rooms were in utter chaos. Clothes were everywhere and things were strewn about. Duo
had been digging through stuff, trying to get at a decent weapon, but nothing useful was
ANYWHERE. Just when he was about to give up and start cursing, his darting eyes found just
the thing he could use. With great effort, he managed to secure that special little
something suitable for his purposes. With a grim smile, he settled down to eat the meal
they had laid out before him earlier.
He forced himself to calm down, eyes glittering with rage, "They HAVE to be as vulnerable as everyone else." He stuffed more food into his mouth. He figured that the kitsune used some kind of mental control to use the collars. Fine. There was a small bag at his side, packed with the things he might need in his flight. "Give him a headache and once he's down, it should be safe to leave the room." Unconsciously rubbing his neck, he stared balefully at the door.
When he'd tried to leave before, and it had felt like a powerful shock rocketing through his body. He still ached all over. "Don't leave, you'll regret it." he said mocking Heero's deep and slightly nasal tones, "Sawed off no dick asshole," he muttered. There was no way in the universe he'd let him use him as a plaything. He didn't know what had stopped Heero last night. In fact, he hadn't even come back until that morning, ordering in a breakfast tray. After a terse explanation of the room's facilities, he was gone again.
He would NOT be a plaything He'd cut it OFF the bastard first
* * *
Another batch of humans was being gathered to serve in the house for the new year. Tonight there would be feasting and parties to welcome them into their new lives. Fresh faces, full of vitality turned up to him as he passed. In three years time these would be dead or worse. Then more would come.
Heero snarled. Why had he taken in that whining little child? Child he was too. Just barely seventeen... the little imp. He was due a reckoning for that lie later tonight. If he had to be disciplined every night, Duo would learn to obey him without question and with complete honesty. Actually, the idea of cupping that firm, rounded ass as he smacked his bottom rosy was a pleasant thought that he held for a few more moments as he walked.
A few of the humans, the less attractive ones, were being discreetly picked out and drawn out of the group below. The young ones would be taken to the barracks and put in cages with last years rejects. There they would endure the attentions of the guard until they either lost their attractiveness or their lives.
Heero raked a hand through his hair and sighed. Duo was a lively little thing when his temper was up. Perhaps he wouldn't beat all the spirit out of his little companion. It might be interesting to see just how smart he was. He seemed to be knowledgeable about some things, but his eyes were that of an innocent. A tiny smirk kicked up the corner of Heero's mouth. From his little one's reactions the other day, Heero knew that he would be a passionate and responsive lover once he'd been trained properly. No, it was good Heero had found him last night. He didn't know what had Hilde in such a snit, but she'd practically torn the whole palace down searching for slaves.
One thing he did know, Duo didn't deserve to end in the barracks or wherever she might have tossed him. She wouldn't have included him in the night's festivities for the new year. Heero frowned as he imagined Duo lying limp and battered down in the darkness he feared so much. Strapped to a thin pallet stained with his own blood...
Heero snorted and tossed his wild mane over his shoulder. Why should he care? Because Duo was HIS now, that's why...! But why did he CARE? The sensation was entirely new.
The group below was stirring just as he passed out of the great hall and it was lost from sight. They did need to clean out the human's frequently. Otherwise there would be too many. Picking were usually light at year's end because everyone had already checked out the "talents" and separated them from the chaff. Only the gladiator handlers went down to the lower levels to clear out those who'd been unworthy of higher status. After all, they were of no use to anyone.
That's what the party was for. The good ones were scooped up quickly. Kitsune would wander through the festivities and take the ones they had a liking to. The rest were herded to work sections. Heero paused and looked down into the crowd, not really seeing anything. He'd left Duo alone last night, let him get used to his situation. "He's probably still curled up in a ball someplace."
He'd checked on him that morning and he been sitting there, despondently staring at the wall. He'd actually been perturbed to think that his room was without windows. His rooms were deep in the Palace. Perhaps he should change rooms. Maybe the sight of the sky would wake him. He wouldn't be much of a companion if he didn't snap out of it. Contrary to some, he did prefer life in those he took to his bed. Sighing, he turned the knob and stepped into his room.
Warrior's instinct made him look up just in time to see the tiny little baggage standing on a chair with a thick piece of wood in his hands. The next thing he saw were glittering stars. Through watery eyes, he saw Duo lift that thing over his head again. Before he could form a protest, Duo whapped him again with all his strength. Managing not to fall over, Heero slumped in the doorway. The whisper of silk on his arm and a hint of mulberry touching his nose and he knew Duo had darted past him out of the room. His grab was too slow to stop him.
"Sorry!" Heero dimly heard his mumble, almost sincere, "You'll still be pretty."
Duo's momentum carried him a few steps forward before he came to a dead stop. Heero grimaced as Duo cried out in pain and doubled over. Fumbling clumsily, the boy tore at the slender band around his neck as he went down, fingers jerking convulsively. He lay there, desperately trying to make the pain stop and failing.
Grumbling, ignoring the shocked stares and the smothered laughter, Heero stood up straight, blood running down the side of his face, and walked out to collect his `companion'. He kept his steps even and slowly measured. Not *too* fast. Little brat.
"Heero ignores the humans for I have no clue how long, then he picks up a savage!" cried a nearby vixen. Ignoring Duo's mewling cries, Hilde took the boy by the hair and pulled him up to his knees. Her screech made several people wince and a lot more leave as her piercing voice climbed the octave scale. "You!" she shook Duo like a wet rat, "You pathetic little slut! You're the one I've been LOOKING for!" Her hand fisted in his hair, her nails clawing his scalp. "Stupid, stupid little tramp, how did you get out of the kitchen!?"
"That little slip of a thing is why you dumped me out of my bed last night, Hilde?" Mueller grumbled somewhere in the crowd, "I told you I didn't have him! That must be the dirty little thing I caught by the stairs last night. Heero took him." His voice had the distinct `I'm telling' sound.
Hilde fixed her golden gaze on Heero and her eyes narrowed when she saw the blood on his face and his slightly out of focus glare. She sneered down at Duo and shook him again. "You're going to pay," she whispered venomously. "Oh yes you are." She ran a long, slender finger down the curve of Duo's cheek, a delighted smile turning up her rosebud lips. Her sharp fingernail rested over the pulse in the boy's throat threateningly, before the pad of the finger traced a line down to his collar bone.
Now there was a small audience as Hilde dragged Duo up to his feet. Several kitsune stood by either alone or accompanied by slaves. There was a lot of quiet conversation on how to improve such a slave as who would let his voice be heard.
"I know a good way to keep them silent," a brown haired one said, leering. A red headed female snorted and shrugged delicately. She couldn't have been more than two hundred, rather young to be entrusted with a human. "Remove his tongue, Alex. There, problem solved." She said.
"There are other uses for a slave's tongue, Mariemia." An older kitsune replied, smiling. "And that little human has a nice one I'm sure. With training, he'd be--"
"I'd prefer a tongue with all that much potential cut out, Dekim." the female said angrily. She flicked her wrist and the human male attached to it scurried to her side. His head was bowed low and his eyes were hollow and dead. Nasty red puckered scars from repeated whippings ran across his ghostly pale skin. A walking corpse. She jerked her head toward him, as if making her point, before stalking off, flipping her hair.
Heero watched the scene and listened silently to the comments. Mostly, his eyes were fixed on Duo's face. The boy's eyes were screwed shut and his teeth bared. Heero's anger was at a slow boil. He was afraid that if he touched the child right now, that he'd snap his neck. Just as soon as he could TRUST himself, he was going to snatch him away from his grasping little sister and then beat him within an inch of his life!
Duo had never felt such pain before! The horrible convulsing agony up and down his cramping spine. His muscles spasmed uncontrollably. The pain from his scalp was minimal really, compared to the... it was indescribable! He had to get away. The vixen cruelly pulled at his hair.
~Vicious stupid cunt!~ Duo flailed with renewed anger. If he could only get the pain to stop long enough, he'd pound that sneering face and then snatch her bald. If he could only stop screaming so he could tell them all what he thought of them and their great and high positions! Animals!
Unable to resist the malicious pulling, Duo felt the vixen press her soft red lips over his. The bottom fell out for Duo and he completely lost all touch with reality and with it, all his strength. He slumped in defeat, revulsion making bile rise in his throat. A hand tore away a chunk of the thin silk slave garment he wore and smoothed itself over his thighs. Squirming did no good. The hand lingered, caressing firmly as it slid upwards. Duo opened his eyes and frantically searched.
~Heero! Why is he just standing there?~ He squeezed his eyes shut again, ~No better than the rest!~ With that thought, the pain at last drove him under and he passed out, falling into merciful, cool darkness.
Heero realized his error when Duo sagged in Hide's arms. Swearing, he decided that the beating would have to wait for another day. Duo wouldn't even be able to appreciate it in his current state. Really, it was his own fault. Duo's life force was so strong, that Heero had set the safe guards to the door on high. Of course, a body as tiny as Duo's wouldn't be able to handle the stress for long, but anything less and he would have been able to escape. The fact that Hilde didn't seem to care that he had passed out confirmed some of the stories he'd heard about HER. Duo had deserved pain, all right, but he would be the one to deal it out as *needed*, not for his own pleasure.
~Then why did you stand there and watch him suffer, if not for your own gratification?~ an inner voice mocked him. Heero shook his head and scowled. It wasn't like him to have second and third thoughts like this. Hilde had lowered Duo to the floor, the others who seemed to enjoy this kind of sport urging her on.
He shoved Hilde aside. "That's enough, little sister." he said, gathering Duo in his arms.
Hilde growled low in her throat.
"I want him," She snarled. Her black tail lashed behind her, her ears spiked upwards challengingly.
"You can't have him." He dead panned. Duo was clutching at the torn fabric of his gown, briefly awake. His mouth fell open in a moan, his voice was so weak that no sound came out.
"Well at least someone finally shut her up. I swear She has a voice like chalk on a blackboard," Someone from the group said softly. There was laughter.
Heero stared down at Duo's face as the boy clutched at him desperately. He could feel the pain his little body and felt a bit sorry. His head throbbed. Well maybe not *that* sorry!
"I'll trade you one of my pets, ne?" Hilde insisted, putting a proprietary hand on Duo's arm. "You'll enjoy a trained human more than a wild one, as long as you've been out of the game."
Heero inclined his head ironically, noticing that Duo's tremors were decreasing, "Thank you Hilde, however, your *pets* are known to take up your...habits. As long as I've been on hiatus, it might be too...rigorous for my tastes."
Ignoring Hide's shocked stare, he pulled Duo away and strode into his room. As he kicked the door shut, he heard something crash on the wood outside. Probably a fireball. Heero sighed. Now he needed new paneling.
What a day!
* * *
Hilde stalked into her room and stood in the center, glaring at everything. Her servants, heads bowed and eyes lowered, flowed to their feet, ready to perform her slightest request. Naked, oiled and glistening, docile, beautiful, graceful. So many to choose from. Of so many cultures and shades of skin and hair and eye. She had marked that little slut out herself, in the kitchen. She had so many that until recently, she'd been forbidden from taking anymore and forbidden from killing any of them herself so she could take him in. Now that there were more slaves, she'd sent down most of hers and had gone to collect him. Now HEERO...
She shook her head and rid herself of the thought. Hilde snapped her fingers and two of her pets jumped up and embraced. She watched their playful antics for a while, trying to calm herself down. Thing was, what they were doing just made her angrier.
"Useless!" she howled, unleashing a coil of energy from his fingertips. Every collar in her room sent ripples of pain through the wearer and they toppled. As one, her pretty, vacuous slaves slammed to their knees and pressed their faces into the carpet. Their snivels and whimpers did little for her temper. Stroking the bloodstone embedded over the pulse in her throat, she glared at nothing in particular. As irritating as it was to admit, Heero was right. They were all jaded to her tastes. Little known as it was outside these walls, she loved to hear human voices. Shrieking, howling, begging for mercy. It was like a drug.
Now that they had tasted of her dark pleasures, they were eager for punishment. They cringed in anticipation as she stalked closer. Hilde snatched up a small slave. Her newest acquisition. The girl trembled in her grip, unresisting. Hilde dragged her up until her feet dangled off the floor and kissed the girl soundly on his lips. The human turned her face up to receive the kiss and eagerly returned it. Hilde tossed her down in disgust.
That pretty little slave Heero had. His mouth was sweet and innocent. His lips trembled so slightly, his breath caught so perfectly. She imagined again the delicate feel of the slave. The vitality and life within him. He reacted so wonderfully to pain. Hilde had been able to feel it travel up and down his body in luscious little waves. The boy was ideal.
"I want him!" Hilde shouted. She snatched a leather device off her wall and stalked back over to the line of waiting slaves. It was a primitive Earth device. The cat of nine tails, she recalled it being named. Quaint.
The little one screamed as Hilde slashed downward with the whip, the metal tips digging into his skin. "You don't deserve him, Heero," Hilde muttered grimly, flailing wildly at the girl who now was trying to scramble away, blood running down her back. Alternating her stroke, Hilde beat the girl into a corner and continued to unleash her anger. Little hands reached up for mercy and were slapped back, metal gouging bleeding gashes into the unprotected flesh. The thighs... Her arms... Her breasts... Thick whip weals spread across her belly and the girl was shrieking for help.
"I deserve him! He's mine!" Hilde was beyond reaching, beyond hearing, "I'll get him! YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM! I WON'T LET YOU! I'LL KILL YOU FIRST!" She stopped. She had her answer. Hilde growled ferally.
Scattered sobs woke Hilde to the present. She realized that she had long ago dropped the whip and was tearing at the girl with her claws. Looking down at her bloody clothing, Hilde forced herself to release the girl. The body slumped over onto the floor, neck snapped and the throat torn out. Hilde wiped her mouth with the back of her sleeve and sighed vexedly. Now she needed a replacement. A smile curved her lips.
She knew just where to get it.
* * *
Duo whimpered as Heero carefully carried him into the bedroom and deposit him on the bed. He almost tripped on a bag that Duo had dropped by the door and barely managed not to fall over. Duo squeaked at the falling sensation and clutched at him, dazed. Heero took in the sorry state of his room and a sweatdrop slid down the back of his head. What *had* Duo done?
Duo burrowed into his arm, murmuring incoherently. He made an ironic face. "Yes, you must be delirious to look to me for comfort, little one," he cocked his right ear down at him and flinched, "Little bitch. Nearly caved my head in."
Just when he started to get angry again, Duo lifted his head and nuzzled at Heero's neck, lips moving softly against his heated skin. He couldn't make out what the little one was saying, but it sent a warm flush through him. Strange child.
Setting him down on his bed, Heero arranged the covers around him as he sank into the fluffy layers. A murmur of distress escaped Duo's parted lips and Heero quickly reached out to cup a hand over his cheek soothingly. Eyes still closed, Duo took his hand in both of his and nuzzled into the coolness of his palm. Heero examined those tiny, slender fingers as they held his hand. So small.
Bending closer, Heero touched the bloodstone embedded in the collar on Duo's throat. Pressing a large hand to a soft hip, he gave Duo an irritated look when the boy heaved a deep sigh of relief. And so went a great deal of time as Heero slowly drew off the excess energy. The collars poured it into an erring slave until they went into shock. Death followed if the case wasn't remedied. The little fool had obviously thought that Heero was consciously holding up the barrier. Not so. Good for him that he had a thick skull.
As Duo's trembling lessened, Heero swept his gaze over the slender form. Such tender, soft, warm skin! Heero allowed himself a happy, contented nuzzle against Duo's chest. What a heady, intoxicating scent! Mixed with mulberries! Heero chortled to himself in satisfaction and drew his hand across Duo's belly. Firm stomach muscles tensed and relaxed in the wake of his fingers. Duo's smile was wide and almost feverish in his intense relief. His pain must have been great. Heero shook his head. He'd never seen anyone react so negatively to an escape attempt. He honestly thought that if the baka gotten any farther, he'd be cradling his dead body.
Duo's pained hiss startled him. Heero realized that he'd scooped him up and clutched him to his chest protectively. Golden eyes taking in Duo's flushed face, he examined him more closely. He had an elven face, almost. He'd killed enough of them to know. A few of them were being tested in this years batch to see if they'd make good house slaves. Right now, they were working the fields on their home world to supply the kitsune with food. Another likely member of the Intergalactic Council plucked right out from between it's fingers. It was amusing to think that humans didn't believe elves existed. All the better. No one to plead their case.
His attention turned back to Duo. His head had tilted back, his lips just barely parted, eyes straining to open. His ears weren't pointed though, nor were his eyebrows so sharply inclined as theirs. The elves unearthly beauty was in his face. Heero gently sifted a handful of his chestnut hair through his fingers. Such unusual hair. Different in it's color and impossibly soft texture. He bent his head and examined it. Several different shades of brown liberally streaked with red and highlighted with blonde. How strange. Heero stroked his face again. Duo looked like an angel.
~He's not that~ he told himself. His hand went to support the small of Duo's back, pressing him along the length of his body. ~But he is lovely spirited little thing~ He turned on the bed so that he was on his knees.
Duo gave up another breathless noise and Heero made shushing sounds. Reaching down, he bunched up the material of the slave garment, exposing those silky thighs. Gently, he pushed them apart. Settling Duo upright in his lap, he wrapped those long legs around his waist, fingers still stroking their sleek smoothness. Heero's blood warmed and heat settled down around his groin area. He felt that part of him beginning to grow heavy and full with need. An answering growl rose in his throat, a smile lighting his stormy features. Admiring the silken texture of Duo's fragrant skin, he lifted his hips and thrusted gently against Duo's still covered crotch.
Duo stirred slightly, his sweet breath whispering across his face. His tender lips were mere inches away. Heero's gaze rested there for a while, imagining the feel of them. Dipping his head, he claimed that tempting mouth in a kiss. His tongue slowly savored the sweetness, testing. Duo reflexively pulled his tongue back from the contact, body stiffening. Heero pursued relentlessly, hand going to the back of his head. A tiny muted noise escaped Duo's throat and Heero thought he would die with longing. His other hand began to bunch up the material of the gown, baring more of his firm thighs. When the cloth became too much of a hindrance, Heero laid him back on the bed. Duo stirred restlessly, plucking at the almost confining coverlets.
"Duo..." he mumbled against the slightly bruised lips just below his. Wondering at himself, he fanned his hands across Duo's chest, fingers tingling with the heat coming off his body. Heero skimmed his hands over his body from the top of his head to the toes of his dainty feet, feeling the warmth he gave off. It was so damned nuts! Why was he acting this way of a sudden? WHY wasn't he just taking him?!
Duo tossed his head suddenly and began to struggle up onto his elbows, tiny face twisting up in confusion, "What's going on?" he asked in a slurred, tired voice. Sleepily blinking his plum colored eyes open, it took him a few moments to fully grasp why Heero was kneeling between his thighs. When he did, he almost had a panic attack, "No! Leggo of me!" Heero, grabbed hold of his waist and pressed him down into the bed, securing both his wrists with his other hand. Channeling into the collar again, Heero drained more energy until Duo was almost unconscious. Moaning softly, Duo settled back on the bed.
Scowling down at the boy, he released his hands. The demon in him was stirring, becoming impatient. Here he had a beautiful human in front of him and all he could think about was how the little one would feel if he were taken against his will.
He snorted. What else were humans good for but to serve kitsune needs? He should be grateful he was taking an active interest in him. He could have his chained to the bed or hanging from the wall like an ornament. Eyes glinting, he looked him over again. He'd never really gotten a good look at him in that tub. He hadn't had time.
Grabbing hold of the gown, he tore it down the middle, shredding it easily with his claws. Warm chestnut and and honey gold, Duo lay there, stirring softly, the firelight making his skin glow. His lips were rosy red from his first kisses, his cheeks flushed. Heero eased himself down on top of him, closing his eyes in bliss, just cuddling him.
Lowering his head, he lapped at a dusky pink nipple. Softening his claws back into digits, he cupped the boy's hips and lifted them to grind lightly into his own, kneading the flesh of his firm rear as he laved his throat and shoulders with his tongue. Duo cooed softly, starting to come awake again and fidgeted beneath him.
Feeling a strange pang, was this what they called conscience?, Heero slid a hand down Duo's belly, teasing his hardening cock. His fingers grew damp as he fondled him, thumb rubbing over the sensitive head, teasing the tiny slit that wept pearly fluid. Fire raced along his veins urging him to make himself one with him. The demon in him demanded it. Whatever a conscience was, and he sincerely hoped he wasn't being afflicted, he couldn't do anything with him unless he woke. Touching the stone in the collar again, Heero fed some of the collected energy back into the little body. Not too much, but enough for him to be awake and aware.
Duo slowly opened his eyes. The larger part of the pain he'd felt had fled, leaving him feeling warm and soft inside. As he came more to himself, he realized what was happening and gasped in surprise. The predatory look in Heero's eyes frightened him and he felt vulnerable in his position, Heero's large hand cupping his rear and pressing him close. Golden eyes glowed at him in the dark, hard and determined. Duo shivered at their cold intensity. He lifted his hand to push him away, only to have Heero grasp his wrist, fingers strong as iron, and push it down to his side.
Heero's hair fell around their faces like a black curtain. His eyes became more gentle, a light of warmth kindling within. The harsh lines of his face softened and his mouth relaxed. He stared at him almost anxiously, his expression open and full of need. Impulsively, Duo lifted his free hand and allowed himself to brush the bangs out of his strange eyes. More confidently, his fingers lightly traced his cheeks, smoothing over the scowl lines. Thumb brushing across his eyebrows, he turned his wrist and traced the bridge of his fine, delicate nose. A laugh rumbled deep inside Heero's chest and Duo smiled up at him shyly. He was so beautiful.
~Why do I feel so...I don't know. As if being with him were so...right?~ he asked himself. ~Even when I'm angry, there's something about him that maybe... I think I could reach if I just...~ The thought made his frown. Heero's stare turned inquisitive. He didn't respond, sorting out his feelings. Heero smiled at him again and lowered his lips to his. The rush of pleasure was startling and threatened to wash Duo under in a wave of... lust? A tiny noise of protest escaped his throat and he shook his head, utterly flustered. He didn't like men like that... did he?
* * *
It was nothing Duo had ever experienced before, these feelings. He stroked Heero's arm where it rested beside his head keeping the kitsune's larger body from crushing him. His fingers traced the powerful muscle under the soft cloth of his jacket.
Heero's hips began grinding into his in small circles. Involuntarily, Duo arched his back, gasping aloud. Flopping back down, he blinked, shocked. ~Whoa! What was THAT?!~ Duo bit his lip and closed his eyes as Heero leaned back and gripped his hips with both hands. Duo could feel Heero's hot erection grinding into his bottom thorough the rough fabric of his pants. Such strong hands, easily lifting and holding him close. Closing his eyes, Heero began humping his small love urgently, enjoying to the hilt his plaintive little gasps and sobs, loving the power he felt, fondling his helpless little angel. Duo reached for his hands, clasping them, helping with the rhythm.
Arching his back so that his balance shifted to press his shoulders to the sheets, he tightened his legs around the youko's waist and rolled his hips against the large bulge in Heero's pants.
"Duo..." Heero moaned into his mouth, blowing his warm breath across his neck and chest.
The sultry vibrations of his growl ran through Duo's whole body and he giggled as it tickled his belly. His mouth became more demanding, the feel of Duo naked and willing body writhing beneath his was sending him to new heights of lust.
Duo, for his part, was trying to return the almost punishing kisses, the animal savagery enough to bruise. How could he have known it would feel this good? He had pictured it and dreamed about it, but the reality was far from the sweet gentle images his innocent mind had conjured up. It was like fire, coursing along his veins, rendering him senseless and at the same time, more aware of everything around him.
One of Heero's hands left his hip and slid over to grasp his plump erection firmly. Duo screamed silently, shaking his head back and forth on the covers. Heero's hand moved in a steady counter to his dry thrusts. Settling Duo down, he pushed his legs wide apart, fingers dancing across his thighs.
Reaching over on his nightstand, he picked up a small jar and releasing Duo completely, he pulled out the cork. A sable eyebrow rose almost to his hairline when Duo snarled and tried to re-capture his hand. Chuckling contentedly, he straddled one of Duo's legs, pinning the boy to the bed and shoved his other leg aside, leaving him completely spread. A hot flush of embarrassment colored Duo's face and he tried to scramble up again. Heero grasped Duo's erection almost roughly and laughed again when Duo yelped and involuntarily bucked his hips. Dipping his fingers in the jar of white cream, he wiggled his moist fingers in front of Duo's face.
"Heero?" Duo gasped, clasping the youko's hand where it gripped his arousal. He was completely unable to decide whether he wanted to stop, Oh Gods!, if he WANTED to stop that incredible sensation or save himself from the hunger he read in his eyes.
"Shhhhhh..." Heero replied, still making that sexy chortling sound in his chest. Duo opened his mouth again, but was distracted by Heero's bushy tail trailing over his chest. The tip danced across his collarbone, the baby soft hairs tickling him deliciously.
He sucked in his breath, "Ooooohhhhh!" Vaguely he felt Heero's fingers lightly massaging his balls, rubbing against his perineum. One coated finger slid between the cheeks of his ass, stroking his hidden entrance. Leaning back, Duo moaned, supporting his weight on the heels of his hands. The finger pressed for entrance, moving in slow circles. Sweat broke out over Duo's brow and he began shaking his head, trembling. "I can't, I can't! Please, Heero, I-"
Heero sank his finger inside his small lover up to the second knuckle. Duo yelped at the sudden discomfort, unable to dislodge the intruding digit. Easing his tight hold on Duo's erection, he listened avidly to his tiny whimpers and protests, dragging his fingers lightly over the swollen flesh.
"So sexy," He purred, bending slightly to lap at the boy's lips. He moved his finger around inside Duo's tight passage, "So tight," Sharp teeth nipped at Duo's ear just as Heero located his prostate with the tip of his finger. "So warm," Heero smirked evilly and began to slide his finger in and out, taking extra care to press and massage that spongy bump each time he thrust his long finger in.
Duo was unable to sit still, squirming under Heero's powerful body, hands shoving at his broad shoulders. It took almost all of his concentration just to remember to breathe. "Oh Gods, Heero! That feels... I don't... goodgoodgoodgood..."
Heero laughed, flinging him onto his back, stretching him gently. Duo spread his legs wider, rocking and thrusting against Heero's hand, gasping as another finger relentlessly forced itself in his body. "My good little slut," Heero breathed softly.
"Heero," he whispered, moaning his name over and over again. The sound of his name, without hatred or accusation tumbling from those soft lips made him slump back down on top of his, feeling as if his chest would explode. He wanted more. Needed more. Redoubling his efforts, he roughly stroked and squeezed Duo's cock, fucking him with his fingers.
As for Duo, he was flinging his head from side to side, "Gods!" he wailed, his cries of passion growing louder.
Pressing the heel of his hand to his mouth, he felt suddenly overcome as the feelings inside of him built. He knew that something wasn't quite right, but he didn't care anymore so long as he didn't stop! Something warm glowed just out of his reach, something fierce and burning and bright. Like a flame. As his orgasm drew near, so closer came that perfect luminescence. A sob welled up in his throat as he longed to touch it. Be one with it. What--?
Heero pressed his face into his line of sight, obscuring the vision. Duo blinked in confusion. The light, the glow, it was there, in Heero's eyes. Violet eyes glazed over, his body tensing, "Heero?" he gasped, "I...I can't..."
"Shhh," he said, "Come for me." Heero bent his elbow, lowering his weight gently on top of him, locking Duo in place as the first orgasmic contractions rippled through his body. Screaming at the top of his voice, Duo released his seed all over Heero's hand, his come splattering over his shirt and on his own naked chest. Heero continued to stroke him from the inside. Breathy, passionate whispers on his lips, he rode the wave of his first orgasm. Heero stared at him in awe, it was such a sexy sight. Duo convulsed, his eyes sliding closed as he caught his breath. A thin line of drool escaped the corner of his mouth.
"Heero.... please..." he whispered. Heero smiled, he sounded so sweet and perfect! One thing Duo was sure of now was that he didn't want it to stop, ever. "I need... need..." his hands made clenching and unclenching gestures and his body was now shivering with intensity.
Slowly, Heero licked his fingers clean of Duo's come, his tongue darting out to catch every salty drop. "Mmmmmm..." he murmured down into Duo's flushed face. His hands slowly pushed his legs up until they rested on his shoulders and he kissed his way down each one before falling to his center. Duo wailed at the sensation of hot breath on his manhood, delighting in the feel of Heero's face nuzzling against the downy hair at the juncture of his thighs. When Heero took the head of his penis in his mouth, Duo made a grab for his head to hold him in place. Flinching, Heero pulled away with a pained cry.
Gulping for breath, bewildered, Duo slowly pushed himself up onto his elbows, slowly struggling back into conscious thought. Heero was clutching at his bloody ear, having forgotten his injuries in the heat of the moment. Duo stared at him, not comprehending for all of a few more seconds. Then he stiffened and sat bolt upright hand flying to his mouth. HOW could he have forgotten? One look down at himself and he felt tears of shame burning behind his eyes. He'd...He'd... But he'd *let* him... Trembling fingers touched the collar at his neck. How could he have been so stupid? He'd almost let him....
"Kisama..." he mumbled. Gripping bundles of sheets in his hands, he wrapped them around his body. Self loathing made his voice drip with hatred, "Bastard! How the fuck dare you!?"
"How dare *I*?" Heero asked in shock, anger flaring.
"How dare you touch me!" he yelled, voice picking up volume with every word, "YOU DON'T HAVE ANY RIGHT!"
"I HAVE EVERY RIGHT!" Heero shot back. He flinched and touched his head. "You *hit* me." He grumbled in disbelief. He fingered the growing lump on his head and grimaced. His fingers came away bloody.
"You deserved it," Duo panted, snarling. "What did you think, raping me would make up for a knot on the head?!"
Heero regarded him in surprise. "Raping you?" he laughed harshly. The ugly sound rocked Duo back as if he'd been hit physically. "I wouldn't call what we were doing rape." Duo's face suddenly drained of color and he looked ready to faint. Heero scowled at his, shoving away the disturbing feelings of regret and shock at his own words, "I treat you with nothing but kindness and you're telling me I deserved to be bashed senseless with a wooden club?" he shouted. He abruptly stood up in alarm, eyes wide. Golden eyes regarded Duo with cold suspicion, "I don't have any clubs!"
Duo grimaced as the enraged kitsune stalked out of his line of sight. The wretched curtains draped over the top of the bed obscured his vision. Right now, being drowned in the fluffy layers felt suffocating and painful. He felt as if someone had beat him with hot nettles. His skin burned painfully. This, however, was preferable to the wrenching agony of a few moments before. Or the... lu...lust of a little while after, so he sat there disconsolately, noting that his clothing was in shreds on the floor.
"Animal," he mouthed, not daring to even breathe the word.
Heero's cry of rage made him flinch. There was a loud crash. He decided that apologizing, however distasteful, might be prudent, "Um...Sorry!" he yelled. Clenching his teeth, he scrambled up despite the pain. So what if he'd broken the leg off a chair? His freedom was at stake here! Her eyes flew upwards, "Oh SHIT..."
Now Heero was coming *right for him*, offending chair in hand. His eyebrows shot up almost to his hairline. That chair was *heavy* and he lifted it as if it were a toy model! Duo's attempt to dive to the side was thwarted when Heero dropped the chair and easily leaped over the bed landing in front of him.
Snatching Duo up, Heero took him by the shoulders and shook him until his teeth rattled. "That was a family heirloom!" he bellowed, "Do you know how old that chair was? I could buy and sell you a hundred times and still not have made up for the loss!"
Duo screamed and clutched at Heero's shoulders to support himself. Gods above! He was like an infant in the youko's hands. If he didn't him calm down, Heero could end up KILLING him, "Stop!" he yelled, kicking at Heero's legs. He forgot himself and kicked him with his right foot. It had been feeling so much better that the sprain quite slipped his mind. His shouts changed in tone from fright to torment. Immediately Heero calmed down and flung Duo back down on the bed.
Duo grabbed at his ankle and cradled it gently. Completely overcome and frustrated, Duo opened his mouth and howled with rage. He didn't know when it happened, but soon he was sobbing and blubbering. Shame turned his face crimson, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. "Fuck you! Motherfucking son of a goddamned BITCH!"
Still crying, he tried to push Heero's hands away. He'd been moving about the bed quietly, grumbling to himself. Through the haze of tears he couldn't see what he'd been doing, but when Heero took his wrist away from his face and snapped a silver cuff over it, he flinched away only to discover that he was bound.
Shock cut off his misery and he stared for a few seconds. At the metal link. Then he lost it again. Heero had obviously anticipated this, because he threw himself over his flailing body and forced his other arm above his head to fasten another cuff on his small wrist.
"Get off me!" Duo tried to knee him in the crotch, but Heero evaded his attempts and slipped off the bed. "Pig fucker!" Heero's full armed slap made his head ring. Duo lay there, eyes almost crossing from the blow. When his vision cleared, Heero was sitting at the foot of the bed, staring at him. His eyes shone in the light from the fire, unreadable. Duo protectively hunched in on himself, valiantly ignoring his pain so that he could focus on him.
"Why do you do this?" he whispered quietly. Heero's ears twitched forward to catch his almost inaudible question and he flinched again. The oddest feeling swept over Duo then, making his face heat up and his eyes drop. Anger burned inside of him. How could he feel guilty for smashing him in the head? He'd chained him... had him chained now! Like an animal. Worse than an animal. He was a sentient, thinking person! Then he'd tried to *rape* him...
The facts of that matter pissed him off even more. *Had* it been rape? Had Heero used some kind of mind control? Or was he so twisted inside that he'd willingly lie down and spread his legs to... He screamed inwardly, shaking his head at him. His puzzled look sent him over the line of anger to rage. His lips peeled back in a snarl, "Asshole!" he shouted, "No words are bad enough for what you are! You guys are rich, so why do you keep people here and do such horrible things to them...us... *me*?"
"I've treated you with nothing but respect and care since I brought you here." Heero growled.
"Ha!" he barked, "Is this what your people call respect and care?!" he rattled his chains.
"I could have just taken you if I wanted." he loomed over his suddenly, his hand gripping Duo's uninjured leg and pulling it out toward him. His other hand slid up and down his inner thigh despite his protests. "I could have buried myself deep inside you and ridden you long and hard until I'd had my fill of your lovely body," Duo was pressing his hands to his ears, yanking at his leg. Heero reached forward, snatching his hands away, "I could have had you any way I wanted to. But I didn't. I still could." he frowned menacingly, "I should."
Duo stared up at him, once again frightened at the ugly snarl in his voice. "Don't you have the slightest feeling?" his eyes were wet and spilled over with fresh tears. "All you do is stare at me with those cold eyes and say such horrible things." He moved the fingers of one hand and touched his cheek. Heero paused. Strangest feeling... Inside him. It almost physically hurt him to see the livid red bruise his hand had left across the boy's face. Duo was staring at him, "Don't you know anything about *feeling* you cold monst...jerk." he flinched at his near slip and hunched his shoulders.
Guilt! That was the emotion he was feeling. A slight shudder ran through him to think that he might have actually shook Duo to death if he hadn't managed the barest hold on control. He'd killed before. Kitsune as well as humans and elves. ~Kitsune, of course being of more consequence than mere human or elves!~ he amended forcefully.
His eyes were down, staring at the silver links connecting his wrists to the bed posts. He'd shown him more care, he was sure than any of his kind had ever offered a mere mortal. What did Duo want? He scowled. ~If I just fuck him and get it over with, all the stupid questions and sensations his presence caused would go away.~ Heero decided, ~He just seems to be so innocent... even if he has a mouth like a drunk sailor.~ Heero sighed inwardly. ~If I take him, make him mine, I will know him down to the core of his being and drink of the brightness in his soul.~ That's what attracted him. That someone so small could have such light an vibrance inside him. HOW had he escaped detection during the Searches? It defied all reason.
One thing was for sure. Once he had him then all the distractions would go away. He'd prefer Duo's hands free, but if he was going to be wild, then chained he would remain. Heero reached out toward him. Duo twisted away from him, huddling near the head of the bed. Without thinking, Heero brought his hand up to strike him again for insolence. He flinched and lifted his hands to fend off the blow, chains rattling. Real fear shone in his eyes. Heero was defeated again as he took in his little one's tousled hair, bruised lips, the reddish marks on his tender skin... Was he the monster Duo named him?
Filled with confusion, Heero wrenched himself off the bed and turned to walk towards the fire. He stood there for a long time staring at the flames. What did it take?
Duo peeked over his arms and when he saw where Heero was, lowered them cautiously. The youko's back was tense and his shoulders hunched. He looked nothing but extremely angry. "Tell me, please." he whispered again.
"Tell you what?" Heero snarled.
"Why you do this. Why I'm here."
"This is the way." Heero turned to face him, face obscured by shadow. "We don't get much out of your people. Entertainment, I suppose. Gladiators. Public executions."
"Public--?" Duo whispered.
Heero's eyes glinted with unholy glee, "They take boys like you, strap your arms above your head and make you scream. The louder the screams, the more coins the crowd throws you see." His eyes were glowing as he was stepping closer. Duo's eyes grew wide as saucers and he got into a more defensive position on his knees. "Mostly, they throw pretty boys like you into the barracks for the guard's pleasure." Duo's lips pulled back from his teeth furiously and Heero hid a smile. At least he wasn't acting like a beaten puppy anymore. "You all die too easily for you to remain here very long."
"Why not let us go?" he demanded.
Heero laughed. "Not that they would do very much, but the Intergalactic Council would object if they knew what went on here. All involved parties are exterminated."
Duo stared at him in silence a few moments, a nasty suspicion forming, "Involved parties?"
"Anyone who knows that someone is coming here. No legal trouble that way." He shrugged. He frowned when Duo failed to respond.
"Duo." he said flatly, getting angry again.
"Heero, is my family dead?" All the emotion had gone out of his voice and the music in his tone had gone flat. The fire shone off his eyes strangely and the light behind them had dimmed.
Heero flicked his tail, "Yes."
"Yes?" Duo repeated dumbly.
"You've been here three months." Heero said uncaringly, "It doesn't take that long to kill a few humans."
"Please, Heero," Duo whispered softly, bangs obscuring his eyes, "Could you find out for me...? For certain..?"
"No."
"Please?" Duo's voice almost broke. "PLEASE?"
"Why should I?" Heero demanded, "You should forget your past. You're never going back there. Even if by some small miracle they are alive, you'll never lay eyes on them again."
Duo flushed and turned his head away. "I'll do anything you want from now on, I swear. I just...need to know."
Heero crossed the room and took Duo's chin in his fingers. Duo's eyes were wide and pleading. Holding his face firmly, Heero slapped him, not very hard, but enough to make Duo gasp. "You've lied to me in the past and you're lying now."
"NO!" Duo cried, shaking his head frantically. Heero's face hardened, "Okay, I know I may have lied to you before, but I'll never say another false word to you again!" Heero backhanded him across the other cheek and this time Duo sprawled across the covers. Pain exploded in his head and he moaned softly. "I'll never lie to you again..." he whimpered, face in the sheets.
"No," Heero murmured, almost to himself, "You won't." The blows didn't come hard, Heero kept his hands open and not fisted, but they rained down on Duo's small body despite his feeble attempts to break free. "You will never lie to me again." He concentrated on Duo's flanks, leaving the print of his hand on his bottom and back. "Not by an inch, not by a hair."
He punctuated his words with a particularly loud slap across Duo's face that made his head spin. "You will always tell me the whole and complete truth," Duo yelped and fought as he was pinned down for a series of hard spanks across his ass and upper thighs. "Without question, without delay." Heero picked Duo up, studying his reddened and tear streaked face. "YOU. ARE. MINE." He shook him hard a few times and forced Duo to look in his eyes, "Do you understand me?"
Duo nodded quickly, still sobbing, his whole body aching.
"Good," Heero purred, "Because next time I use my belt." He pushed Duo back on the bed and unlocked the silver cuffs, releasing him. "Clean up these rooms. I expect everything to be in order when I get back." the threat in his voice was crystal clear. Duo nodded again.
Heero turned on his heel and strode for the door. As his hand touched the handle, he looked over his shoulder and smiled ferally. "Have brandy sent up." Then he left.
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Duo stared at the closed door for what seemed a long while before he shook himself and began to move. His ankle hurt more than anything else, though he knew he'd be bruised over almost every inch of his body. His heart felt like a lump of iron in his chest, squeezing and constricting. Dead? His whole family dead?
He couldn't even get up enough emotion to cry. That felt like a betrayal somehow. He should be storming and raging at the world, howling this unforgivable sin to the heavens. Instead, he pressed the intercom and called for a serving platter with brandy and then quickly moved about the room, cleaning everything and putting things back in their place. He didn't put on any clothes because the only bit of clothing he had was so torn it had to be tossed out.
Everything was in order by the time the chime on the dumbwaiter rang. He reached into the tiny compartment and dragged out the heavy silver settings, placing them on the table as more came up from the kitchens below. Finally, when everything was in readiness for Heero's return, he stood staring into the dark liquid in the glass bottle, as if he could read his bleak future in it's dark amber depths. The door opened behind him, but he didn't move. Too tired emotionally to care.
Heero's presence behind him stirred him enough to pour brandy into a glass. Heero took the offering and pressed it to Duo's mouth.
Automatically swallowing, Duo almost choked, startled. While the brandy was smooth and sweet, it was still alcohol and he'd never had much experience with it. Heero forced him to down the whole glass before setting it aside.
Scooping Duo up in his arms, Heero carried him into the bedroom and laid him down on the bed. As Heero stripped off all his clothes, Duo took absent note of the perfect symmetry and proportion to his large, powerful frame. It was also quite obvious from the size of Heero's partially hardened cock that he was a little above average compared to a human. And how was he supposed to deal with that? It looked like it was WAY too big to fit inside him. Not that he had a choice. He wondered how much it was going to hurt.
Leaning over, Heero grabbed the back of his head and forced a slow, deep kiss on the boy, dragging his tongue over the roof of his mouth and sucking on his tongue to savor the taste of the brandy. Then, lying almost on top of him, he pressed a knee between Duo's thighs spreading them. Duo jerked a little, trying to hold himself still and not struggle. Heero's eyes glinted at him in amusement before he draped himself over Duo and went to sleep.
Duo lay there for a long time, staring at the ceiling, listening to Heero's heartbeat. It was a bit difficult to draw breath with Heero laying on him, but every time he tried to shift the larger man, Heero made sleepy sounds of contentment and ground their hips together in ways that even then, in that situation, made Duo's body feel warm. The dam broke and Duo found himself silently sobbing into Heero's shoulder, hand pressed against his lips to stifle his wounded cries. After a while that seemed like an eternity of hopelessness and loss, they day caught up with him and he slid into the oblivion of sleep.
Heero lifted his head and stared down at Duo's flushed, miserable face. He spent the entire night, studying his little one, unable to close his eyes or rest.
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