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"Aishiteru"Written By: t-shirt Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Angst, mention of NCS (brief), fluff,
nondescript lemon, mild language, AU Unbeta’ed Pairings: 1x2, 6xOC "Aishiteru"
Ch 1 He was a knight in training and I marveled at the swift improvements of his skills while he spared with one of the weapons masters in the yard. I was a squire to Sir Charles who commands the bulk of the men who protect Atian Castle so I understood the sword but Hiiro seemed to have been born with a blade in his hand. “Eyes front!” Creole barked nearly taking Hiiro’s ear off when he turned to glance at me but it cost him the match when he spun while sword danced through the air stopping just an inch from his startled opponent’s neck. “Perhaps he has eyes in the back of his head,” Sir Charles laughed where he was kicked back on a chair nearby. “His skills grow sharper by the day,” Creole grinned conceding with a short bow that Hiiro returned but his eyes were on me again before he straightened back up again. I felt the heat of his gaze in the seat of my pants and wondered if he would come find me. The lesson was over but I had chores to attend to in the stable and he was usually expected to hone his blade after a match so I offered him a small smile and went about my duties but I’d barely gotten the oats ready for Sir Charles horse when I heard the tale tell sound of him scurrying around in the shadows. “I do believe there’s a rat in the hay,” I grinned at Marcus but he was too busy munching his oats to pay me any mind. I gasped softly when I felt strong arms encircle me from behind and wished, not for the first time, he would spend more time on his studies instead of practicing. He was already better than anyone with a weapon but he could barely speak a word of our language even after three years of residence in the castle. “Stop,” I pleaded when he went straight for the goods and laid his sultry lips upon the back of my neck while his hands reached for my chest and crotch. My blood raced with his touch but I could see the men in the yard milling about and grew uneasy. “Not here,” I breathed then gasped when he pushed me into the stall and up against a wall where we were relatively hidden. “Unnng,” I moaned as he invaded my trousers with fingers so hungry for their cause I was breathless in an instant. I’ve never had any defense against him and fell to his charms as easily as rain from the sky. I could feel his rising passion pressing firmly into me where he ground his hips hard while he stroked my sanity away. “Hiiro,” I gasped then he turned me just enough to kiss me while he pushed my pants down and thrust his intention into the hallow of my thighs. I groaned desperately and almost sank to my knees as the strength had left my legs but he refused to let me fall. It was all I could do to keep from crying out loud while he thrust into me, his cock sliding along the cleft of my ass and stroking my ever tightening sack while he stroked me and sent titillating shivers all over my skin. I didn’t realize the extent of his need until he relented and I felt the introduction of oil along my ass. “Hiiro!?” I hissed realizing he meant to take it all the way but with the others just outside in the yard I was set ill at ease. “Shhh,” he insisted and I knew by odd quality of the sound he was way past the point of no return. “Unnnng!” I groaned trying hard to keep my voice down when he pressed his fingers inside me but the knowledge of what he would do next was making it difficult to control myself. Even the minimal intrusion of his hand was enough to set sparks off behind my eyes but I think he got off on it because he offered me a strap of leather to bite on and I realized he’d come prepared. Knowing he came in there with the intent to fuck me didn’t stop me from trembling in his arms nor did it dampen my need when he was finally satisfied with his work and took my hips in hand. I glanced once at the men in the yard and took a deep breath just before he forced himself inside me but couldn’t stop a low, guttural growl from escaping my lips. A like sound rumbled in his chest then he pushed me hard into the fence and proceeded to pound me like a rabid beast. I tried to hold myself away from the wall a little so we wouldn’t make so much noise but he just kept slamming into me, humping from below or pivoting his hips for maximum depth until I thought I’d loose my mind. I recalled the first time he’d taken me while he thrust and grunted in a heated rush. It was during his first week with us when we were fourteen and I had just been accepted as Sir Charles squire. I didn’t understand his leering gaze and tried to keep my distance but he followed me everywhere. He didn’t speak any Atianin at all back then so there was no way for him to explain his need and when he came for me I fought like a hell hound to get away. However, he was persistent in the extreme and though the first few weeks were a living hell I soon came to understand there was a great deal of promise to our budding relationship. Benefits such as the searing pleasure he was inflicting on my person that very moment cropped up in my memory and I was more elated than ever that he hadn’t given up on me. I was winded and in need of a towel by the time he let me cum which is always accompanied by his smoldering culmination. He refuses to allow himself release unless I’m ready so we inevitably cum together but it was a little hard to catch my breath after such an energetic romp. “Daijoubu?” he panted holding me steady while I got my feet back under me. “Fine,” I breathed understanding his concern for me though it was frustrating not to be able to readily speak to him. He’d used this word enough over the years I’d come to understand it’s meaning and assured him with a small kiss I was not harmed. He smiled and touched my face then his eyes jerked to the door and he was suddenly gone. “Duo?” I jerked my clothes on straight and stepped forward as if to attend Marcus before Sir Charles saw me but I knew my color wasn’t right yet while I offered a casual, “Yes?” “There you are,” he observed looking around as if he suspected something amiss but everything seemed in order. “Saddle him,” he ordered. “Creole and I are taking Hiiro for a hunt.” “Right away,” I smiled turning to my task so he didn’t see the dopey smile that played upon my lips. As much as I enjoyed humping with Hiiro it wasn’t something we wanted anyone finding out about as the general opinion of two males having sex was frowned upon. If we were discovered he would undoubtedly be cast out but I, being the receiver, would most likely live the rest of my days in a brothel in the lower city. Hiiro was not a native of Atian having been taken from a lot that our soldiers saved from slavery at sea. His uncommonly strong will and talent with a blade eventually brought him to us but he lacked any ambition at all when it came to the written word. I sighed while I thought of the pain and confusion he had first caused me three years prior and wished again he would spend more time learning the fine art of communication. Hiiro and Creole were ready by the time I had Marcus prepared and delivered him to the yard. Creole had come to us at the same time as Hiiro having been captured by slavers from his island home. He didn’t speak our tongue when he arrived just like Hiiro and had been treated so poorly by the slavers because of his resilient need for freedom he refused to even reveal his name so Sir Charles just started calling him Creole after the language of his people. He eventually came to understand his new position and adopted a sort of reverence toward our Lord and his people for having rescued him. He also spent a good deal of time learning our language, customs and fighting techniques which earned him a commission in our army. The only reason he was superior to Hiiro was his diligence in learning to communicate and his advanced age but I didn’t need words to know what Hiiro was thinking when I brought Marcus to Sir Charles side. “There is a storm in the west,” Creole informed us while they mounted and I tried very hard not to look at the hungry smirk playing along Hiiro’s lips. “We should ride east.” “Afraid of a little water?” Sir Charles laughed while I helped him onto Marcus’ back. “You’re the one hefting around sixty pounds of armor,” Creole laughed stepping his gelding in a lively gate. Though Sir Charles didn’t wear his knight’s armor on a daily basis he often donned heavy leather plating in its stead so I understood his concern when he looked to the west and frowned. “Perhaps an attendant would be wise,” he said bringing an excitement to my heart. “Grab a mount and accompany us,” he told me and I was unable to stop myself from flashing Hiiro a brilliant smile. “You should grant that one a hood,” Creole laughed while I led the black colt I often rode from his stall. “Before someone spirits him away in the hope of acquiring a wife.” I was used to his teasing but it had gotten worse as I grew older. Still, I blushed at the recent memory of how good it felt to be treated as Hiiro’s woman while I hid a covert smile in the corner of my mouth. “There is no doubt his beauty is uncommon,” Sir Charles agreed. “But his skills are as sharp as his blade,” he boasted offering me a smile that made my chest swell a little. “A contest then,” Creole suggested while I finished saddling the colt whom had been named Kunai, which was a weapon used in Hiiro’s homeland, in my mind. “I’ll take Hiiro and we’ll see who brings in the most resplendent game.” “All right,” Sir Charles agreed offering me a wink while I recalled our last hunt and the massive buck I’d brought down for him. “You’ll oversee the feast when we win,” he bargained while Marcus stepped lively in response to my mounting Kunai. Creole said something in his tongue to Hiiro as he had picked up more of it than our language because of their frequently working together and Hiiro leered at me just before he bolted out the gate and headed east. “We’ll meet at Solar Rock at sundown!” Sir Charles shouted then let Marcus go. I was hard pressed to keep up with the large, war horse but Kunai is a swift companion and managed well enough. We headed southeast where there just happened to be a stretch of woods Sir Charles enjoyed hunting in as it yielded large game of many different species. The river Bri ran along the edge of the foothills and meandered along the forest floor drawing any number of animals to its shore. “Head north!” Sir Charles shouted when we approached the river. “Look for large game unless you’re willing to watch me serve our company at dinner!” His tone was light but I understood his meaning only too well. If we lost the bet it was he who would suffer for it most as my performance is always considered a reflection of his tutelage so I spurred Kunai northward and eased away from the bank. There were many deer of reasonable size in that part of the forest but my opponent in this game was Hiiro so I wasn’t going to get away with the usual snack. He was fiercely competitive on any day but when pitted against me his determination seemed to double for some reason. I took it to mean I was in some way special in his heart and smiled indulgently just before a sound caught my ear. I couldn’t see any movement but there was definitely something in the trees and I didn’t want to scare it off so I dismounted and left Kunai to fend for himself while I investigated. My excitement grew when I found a trail that didn’t belong to the deer. It was shorter but wider and had the mark of a bores hoof in the soft dirt. I couldn’t tell the size of the beasts as they tend to run in packs and the prints were a jumble but one large boar would beat a deer any day. They grew massive in those parts so I held out hope that the day might be glorious after all until a twig snapped in the bush behind me and I spun only to find myself tackled by a young man who was intent on crawling right inside me. “S…stop,” I stammered unable to crawl from beneath him where we’d tumbled to the ground. “Hiiro?” But he wasn’t listening as he moved over top of me and gnawed upon my neck. I had to swallow the rising heat when his hands started removing my clothes and reeled in the chaotic emotions swarming around in my head. It was such a thrill to have him want me so badly but if the others found out… “Hiiro…please,” I begged though it did little but get me kissed so deeply the need inside me flared dangerously then his hand came between us long enough to wet his palm but I didn’t realize his intention quickly enough to prepare. “Unng!” I groaned when he wet my ass and pushed inside me all at once lighting my mind and body on fire. I had no will to resist no matter how dangerous it was to engage in such things. I knew the consequences of our actions but couldn’t stop my arms from holding him, my hips from begging for his affection or my heart from beating so fiercely in the heat. He was so desperate to have me we slowly inched across the ground while he tried repeatedly to shove himself completely inside me. He is rather blessed in manly prowess so it felt very much like he might succeed at times but all I wanted was more of him, more of his light, more of his strength and he gave it to me in waves of unbridled passion until the forest echoed with our cries and our skin was wet with exertion. I could feel it in him, his need to ultimately possess, to dominate and control and was thrilled beyond measure when he held me fast and forced the bubbling fire from within me. I felt him shake and shudder above me while my vision faded away and breathed in the heady hunger of his kiss, then the mire spread and left me with an acute sense of awareness that revealed the spiritual quality of the sun rays that meandered through the canopy while dust motes danced like fairies in the air. Once the euphoria started to fade I felt his lips on my neck and jaw and the giddy elation of satisfaction well achieved rose up in my throat. He chuckled and looked down at me while I laughed but then he kissed me and I settled. I wanted to speak with him but as always our inability to communicate barred the way. He understood some words but not nearly enough to convey my curiosity over his behavior and I wondered again over the cause of his need. He seemed to feel something for me but we rarely got to spend any time together so our relationship consisted mostly of these impromptu couplings which typically only happened because he broke the rules. A fact that became evident when he tensed at a sound in the brush not far away. His lips curled a moment later and I realized before he rose that his attention was back on the game. “Hey!” I shouted when I saw him dart through the trees in search of his quarry but he paid me no heed. “Damn it!” I swore rushing to put my clothes on right then took off after him only to discover he’d cornered a large sow in a meadow. I got the feeling he was waiting for me to catch up because his bow was drawn and he glanced at me with a smirk on his lips when I arrived just before letting fly and bringing the beast down with one deadly shot. I was quite put out as she was a large hog and left me with no recourse but to find better game if we were to win the wager. He tossed me a cocky grin before heading for his kill but all I could muster was a sulky pout before wandering off into the trees. However, I’d known the taste of him twice that day which left me feeling somewhat invincible so there was a smile on my face when I went to join them at Solar Rock late in the evening. It is a plateau that stands five hundred feet tall, a pillar of rock jutting from the ground with walls as sheer as a waterfall. The top is indented and in the rainy season water gathers in the concave reflecting the night sky while fireflies dance about the misty surface giving the impression that the stars have rested upon its apex. “So you haven’t been spirited away by a nymph,” Sir Charles laughed when I wandered in leading Kunai behind me. “Perhaps they took him for one of their own,” Creole teased. There was a makeshift rack erected beside the small fire they had built where the hoof of the sow Hiiro had killed hung. Beside it were the antlers of a young buck of moderate size and another slightly larger rack that bore the mark of Sir Charles fletching. Hiiro was sitting off to the side smirking sideways at me while he sharpened his dagger until I grinned and dropped the eighteen inch tusk of the bore I’d taken by the fire. They stared at it a moment before Sir Charles let go a raucous laugh and clapped me on the shoulder. “It would seem the feast will have to wait until tomorrow,” he grinned. “We won’t be able to bring in this much meat today. I’ll send a detail to collect it in the morning.” “Where is the carcass?” Creole asked having picked up the tusk to marvel at it but I was busy smirking at the blank expression on Hiiro’s face. “I’m sure it’s safe,” Sir Charles insisted. “That skinny boy?” Creole gaffed. “There’s no way he handle a beast this size. We should return and see that it is properly…” “It’s hanging in a tree three miles southeast,” I explained. “But,” Creole stammered glaring at the large tusk then looking my thin frame over. “How…?” “Not all great deeds are accomplished through brute strength,” Sir Charles beamed and I blushed but it didn’t reach dangerous proportions until I noticed the affectionate smile on Hiiro’s lips. He kept grinning at me covertly on the trip home until I started feeling the heat of his gaze in the seat of my pants and wondered if I might somehow be blessed with another scorching rendezvous before the night was out but when we came within sight of the castle it was to discover company had arrived during our absence. “My Lord Marquise,” Sir Charles greeted the tall, platinum blond man who stood upon our stair bending to touch his right knee to the ground. I was unaccustomed to seeing such a thing as Sir Charles was the highest ranking political figure that frequented my days but considering Lord Zechs Marquise was of the royal line the rest of us joined in his show of respect. All save Creole who chose to tend to the horses and simply faded away. It wasn’t the first time the royals had visited our keep but it hadn’t happened in a long time. Hiiro had only just joined us when they last graced our door but it was not his diligence and sharpened skill that caught our Lords eye. “He’s well grown,” Lord Marquise smiled my way making me feel uneasy. “He’s just won a wager,” Sir Charles smiled proudly and I was grateful for his attempt to steer the conversation away from my physical presence. “You should be impressed with the bore he brought down today,” he explained. “We’ll have the game cooked in a feast tomorrow to celebrate your arrival.” “Are you sure you’ve chosen the right career for him?” Lord Marquise asked looking me over in a way that put a scowl on Hiiro’s brow. “It almost seems cruel to expect such a lovely bauble to traipse about the forest.” I saw the indignation in Hiiro’s eyes due to the leering quality of his gaze and there was a flash of discontent in Sir Charles before he countered, “Beauty is hardly an obstacle when ones will to succeed is strong as you yourself, are an exquisite example.” “Indeed,” Lord Marquise agreed arrogantly but followed Sir Charles lead and entered the keep. Hiiro flashed me an odd glance before heading for his quarters which were in the guard’s commons with Creole while I went with our company as was customary. I didn’t see him again until later in the evening after an adequate dinner had been served in the main hall. The entire royal entourage was in attendance revealing the presence of Princess Relena, Lord Marquise’s younger sister, who had taken a liking to Hiiro on their last visit three years prior. The dreamy quality of her gaze had not diminished and sparkled happily when he arrived. It was irritating to watch the servants maneuver him to sit beside her but depression didn’t creep in until I realized Lord Marquise was watching them with an interest that revealed more than a latent interest in my convert lover. It was unclear what their plan was but every time Relena blushed Zechs smiled until my stomach had tied itself in knots and I couldn’t look at them anymore. “Are you ill?” Sir Charles asked softly having leaned close to me so no one else would hear. “I’m fine,” I lied but couldn’t help glancing at where Relena was hovering over Hiiro. His eyes shifted that way and he smiled, “They make a fine couple,” he commented not noticing the suddenly ashen quality of my skin. “It would create highly beneficial ties to the monarchy if a match were to be made.” “He’s not even a citizen of Atain,” I reminded him grumpily. “He is a member of our clan,” he countered. “They can’t even speak to one another,” I scoffed wondering why she kept blushing and talking to him when he obviously couldn’t understand a word. “He’ll have to study harder,” was his reply. “He hates academics,” I reminded him but he carelessly cut my heart unknowingly when he observed… “I doubt her favor is contingent upon articulation when it comes to Hiiro anyway.” I suddenly couldn’t breath when a vision of him lain between her creamy, white thighs invaded my mind and ripped at the fabric of my heart. “Duo?” “May I be excused?” I inquired unable to take my eyes from where Relena was fussing over attending Hiiro’s food. “Alright,” Sir Charles agreed sounding concerned. “Go rest but make sure you’re eager by morning,” he advised. “We’ve important guests to attend to.” “Hai,” I nodded then took my leave. My stomach had settled somewhat by the time I retired but I couldn’t shake the surreal depression at the thought that they might take Hiiro away. It had never entered my mind that we wouldn’t always be together but I realized before my head hit the pillow how ridiculously naïve it was. He was training to be a soldier, which meant eventually he would be called to duty bringing about the possibility that he might not return someday then there was the more immediate reality that he was reaching an age where he would choose a wife. I was so lost in the shadow that had encompassed my heart my skin prickled before I became aware of him. “Duo?” Why was he climbing in my window? The question came with a fierce need to wipe the moisture on my eyelashes away on the pillow but I wasn’t in the mood to smell the presence of his new girlfriend on his skin so I pretended to be asleep. “Duo,” he breathed coming to my bed anyway which was highly uncommon. Sir Charles resided in the next room so it was very dangerous to meet in my quarters but he seemed mostly unconcerned with that fact as he crawled into the bed with me. I knew he was aware I was awake by then but couldn’t bring myself to grant his wish and turn to look at him so he tried to curl up to my back while his hand rounded my hip in search of the delights he had so often embraced in the past three years but a rage swelled inside me and I threw him off. “Go back to your pretty princess!” I snapped fighting back tears while I attempted escape but he grabbed my wrist and buried me in the bed beneath him. “Yameru!” he growled while I struggled against his awesome strength. There wasn’t a man in the castle who could boast more raw power so I had little hope of breaking free but I didn’t care. He grumbled something else but I had no idea what as it was in his native tongue but I got the gist of his meaning when he pinned me so hard my wrists ached and kissed me. The next thing I knew he was working his way under my sleep shirt and forcing his lean body between my thighs but I wasn’t in the mood to patronize him and fought against it while I demanded, “Stop!” “Aishiteru!” he snarled slamming me into the mattress so hard I lost my breath and stared at him in utter shock. He hadn’t been so rough with me since the beginning but it was the meaning of the word that arrested my mind. I’d heard him use it before and once thought it to be a declaration of love. However, I had since learned the correct way of saying I love you in his tongue so the true meaning of it evaded me but from the look in his eyes I got the sinking feeling it had something to do with ownership. “I don’t belong to you,” I told him wishing for the first time I could convince my heart it was true. “Duo,” he breathed then fell on me. I had no will to resist him anymore so I let him do what he pleased. He was going to do it either way so there wasn’t any reason to injure myself in the process. I recalled those first days when he was in such a bestial heat he didn’t care what my opinion was while he took me. It wasn’t so different from those days since I couldn’t accept him so easily into my heart anymore, a fact that obviously angered him as he became more volatile as the night wore on. He’d taken me three times before the early morning surrounded us with each coupling growing more desperate and finally forced me onto my hands and knees where he slammed into me so hard I had to hide my face in the pillow lest we be discovered. It wasn’t a tender position by any means and he usually only used it when he wanted to drown my body with ultimate pleasure but it wasn’t about getting me off anymore. He was punishing me, making me cum over and over, pushing my body so far my mind tried to hide away but he refused to let go until I collapsed and finally lay still. He watched me for a time and though I couldn’t see his face I could feel his shame. It was the same as it was three years prior whenever he lost control and forced me to succumb to his will but the confusion he’d felt then was absent. In its place was an anger that tore at my soul and crawled in my stomach but I was wholly unprepared for the sorrow that filled me up when he growled and disappeared. ~ * ~ tbc... |
