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"Turn"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, NCS, attempted rape, not so graphic
sex, Hiiro is an arrogant bastard at first, OOC Duo, AU/Barbarian/Slave
fic Pairings: 1x2 Summary: A young soldier finds deliverance in the unlikely acquiescence of his new consort. "Turn" Part 1 War was all I could remember. I was born a warrior in the small kingdom of Yuro, raised for the explicit purpose of furthering the ambitions of the horde which were simple for the most part. Take what you want, give nothing back. We lived like animals traveling the land, killing where we found resistance and taking what we needed. I had never known the comfort of a home nor the embrace of a loved one and like so many of my brothers had become accustomed to taking what comfort was available from those weaker than I. Necessity had made me strong. In my world you either killed or lay in an early grave though I can’t say I regretted any of the members of my troop I had sent to the netherworld. They would have killed me just as easily and had more often than not fallen in defense of either my life or my chastity. I am still young and easily underestimated so my kill count was higher than even some of the seasoned men in my group. The old ones say it’s because of my rare beauty but I couldn’t care less. If they come for me, they die. It’s the only way to stay alive. We had raided a small village on that day. No more than a stand of several small huts that lay on the outskirts of a tiny town along the boarder of Nuling, a kingdom to the south. We often scouted the low lying hills in search of easy prey and though it appeared they had some defensive presence they were pitifully trained and ill equipped. They lay dead ten minutes after our arrival, the huts were in flames and thick columns of smoke rose into the sunset sky. It wouldn’t be long before others came but the excitement of the fight had impassioned some of my associates so they were venting their need on some of the women. I felt the heat that had claimed their sanity but chose to withhold in favor of perhaps finding someone who might serve as more than a hole but there appeared to be nothing but house maids who sobbed piteously while my fellows took turns screwing them. There was little appeal for a buck my age until I happened upon Taul and Marduk, a pair often found fighting back to back, who had cornered a young girl near one of the burning huts. “Settle down there!” Taul was laughing while he used his huge body to bar her escape. “If your sweet we won’t have to break that pretty neck!” he roared slinging her against a post when she tried to break free. “Take her feet!” Marduk growled dashing in while she was stunned to grip her around the arms and chest and my spine straightened when I heard a distinctly male voice growl from beneath the tattered hood. “HOLD!” They stopped but didn’t let go which was fine since I had no intention of letting the opportunity pass. There is one thing that sparks the fire inside me faster than anything else in this world and my heart raced excitedly while I approached in the hope that it could be so. “Hiiro,” Taul greeted stumbling when his captive jerked violently. I ignored him reaching out to jerk what was left of the hood away and felt the heat bubble and coil inside me when I found the angelic face of a young man beneath. “Hey!” Marduk growled when I snatched him away. He shut up when presented the sharp point of my sword and backed away with his friend while I dragged my prize away. “Let GO!” he snarled trying to break the hold I had on his arm but he didn’t have a prayer of escaping in his condition. He was worn to the bone, skinny as a rail and obviously weak from malnutrition. Life was hard on the outskirts, especially for those who deign to live an ‘honorable’ life. I imagined he hadn’t had anything to eat but wormy potatoes since summer and wondered what he might look like if given a decent diet. He was so beautiful I could hardly believe my luck. I took him to the well and doused him in water wiping the grime away to find his skin taupe and smooth. He was young, at least my age or less and I felt my desire for him grow with each passing moment. I had waited too long to have him there however, as soldiers would soon come from the town so I hefted him onto my horse clamping his flailing arms to his side and took him back to camp. “Release me,” he demanded when I dumped him in my tent. “I can bring you weapons,” he bartered shrinking back while I took off my shirt. I saw his eyes rake over my body and smirked arrogantly knowing he had just gotten a clue as to why he was so helpless against me. I wear the evidence of a lifetime of hard training and ample spoils carved into my skin, my torso rippled and flexed causing a most satisfactory resignation in his eyes when I approached. “Please,” he breathed flattening against the wall of my tent. “Don’t!” “Be still,” I told him reluctant to damage is fine face. His body was too skinny but given time I knew he would become more beautiful than any other I had ever seen. “Stop,” he cried when I moved in and slowly ripped the tattered clothes from his thin frame. It was thrilling to feel the power I had over him, knowing he was at my mercy fanned the flames his beauty had spawned in me and begged I lay him beneath me. He wriggled and squirmed trying to keep me from my goal but it only made me want him more. He had spirit for one so small, or perhaps it was merely that I felt so much larger than him. He probably weighed less than half what I did though he was only a tiny bit shorter than me. I had refrained from feeding him on purpose knowing from past experience that a captive weak from hunger is much easier to subdue so holding him down wasn’t much of a problem. He stopped begging after a time but refused to lend me his mouth unless I forced him. I understood after a time that he was trying not to anger me which lent to the suspicion that he wanted to live and preferred to do it with as few injuries as possible. I was glad of it because breaking him would have been a tragic waste. “NNNNNNNNNGGG!” he cried arching back violently when I entered him, his body was so hot and tighter than I had expected. I felt a thrill waft through me that curled my lips and forced me to kiss him hard when I realized he’d never known a man before. There are many among us who regard the desire of men for men as a futile and ridiculous endeavor preferring the soft skin of a woman but even they will gladly thump a male when given the chance. Especially the young ones like my captive. His beauty was rare even among the women of our land spurring me to force him into trembling fits over and over again. He came so easily I couldn’t help wanting more. His body was lewd and shook hard every time I pushed it over the edge. I didn’t know how many times I had filled him with my heat, how long we had thrived together or how many times he had crested granting me the pleasure of his quaking culmination but when he shook in my arms in the dawns light I knew I wanted to keep him. “Eat,” I told him tossing a loaf of bread on the skins beside him but he just laid there staring blankly at nothing at all. Had he broken already? I was just about to take up the bread and force it into his mouth when he stirred slowly gripping it and bringing it to his lips. His will was strong and it made me smile to think of the future. “I will return in an hour,” I told him donning my gear. “Stay in the tent.” I wasn’t surprised when I heard a commotion some five minutes later and walked back to find him trussed to a pole in the yard while three of my brothers prepared to rape him. He had such spirit but lacked the sense to know when to quit. I let it go on just long enough to ensure he understood his position before stepping in and reclaiming him. It took the sharp edge of my sword and ended with Baktul loosing an arm but they understood I meant to keep him as my own when it was over. “That was foolish,” I told him dumping him back in my tent. “Please,” he breathed. “Release me.” “The only way you’re getting out of here is if I decide to sell you to a hovel,” I told him though the thought brought no joy to my heart. He’d be used up in a month. “If you behave and do as you’re told,” I explained tossing one of my shirts on him. “You’ll suffering will be tolerable.” “You want me for your bed!” he snapped. “Of course,” I chuckled amused by his ignorance. “I have more to offer than that,” he suddenly breathed sitting up. “I’m a thief,” he revealed. “Tell me what you need and I can get it for you.” The offer intrigued me but there was no way I was giving him up. My cock already ached with need just looking at him. “Alright,” I agreed and he sat up a little more to listen while I kneeled and took his face in my hand. “Steal my heart… and I’ll set you free,” I told him loving the hopelessness that seeped into his eyes. A servant without hope is easily controlled. “Please,” he begged while I laid him back in the skins. “You’re freedom lies within the stone walls of my humanity,” I told him already working on stealing his breath away. “You have only to release it.” It was I who released him however, several times before I finally couldn’t put it off any longer and went to work on the new recruits. I didn’t think he’d be stupid enough to try another escape in broad daylight knowing the consequences of being caught. My brothers would honor my demand to keep him to myself only if he obeyed and behaved himself. However, there was nothing that would stop them from raping him to death if he chose to go looking for his own destruction. It worried me so I cut the practice short to go check on him and discovered he had fallen asleep in my bed. “Hey,” I whispered relishing the tremor in him when he stirred. “What’s your name?” I was tired of thinking of him only as ‘him’ and since I had decided to keep him it was necessary to know these things. “Duo,” he confessed in a tone I didn’t recognize but he wasn’t resisting so I let my hands wander his body and took great pleasure in pinning him face down to my bed for awhile. I had taken him thrice more and tasted the sweet heat of his mouth when he obediently licked me clean prompting me to stand him near the center pole of my tent and take his left leg in hand while I pumped him hard and fast. He came right on cue and I laughed drunkenly dragging his shivering body down on top of me when I fell to my bed. “You’ve done well,” I grinned fishing some dried beef out of my pack to give him. He wolfed it down with great relish and I wondered after his well being for the first time when he refused to close his legs or sit directly on his ass. When I check it was indeed red and swollen and he hissed when I thumbed it deeply but I couldn’t stop myself. He was so fucking hot and even then his body reacted with a needy lust that begged for punishment. I wanted him more and more with each passing hour until he finally laid still, his limbs and head lolling about while I pumped my heated seed deep inside him one more time. He’d passed out before I was finished so I took advantage of the quite to sleep. He was intelligent for an outlander. When I woke he had prepared a meager meal from what was left of the dried beef and bread but he didn’t eat until I offered it to him. Once his belly was full he laid his naked body in the skins and I discovered he had also taken the time to wash and anoint himself so indulging in the decadence of his simmering warmth was not only delightful but eased his burden considerably. He appeared to have accepted his fate and embraced the fact that I was his only means of survival. I was glad because he would be infinitely safer in my care and I was dearly looking forward to thumping him with great vigor as often as humanly possible. I spent the morning slowly cultivating a smoldering stock that eventually landed him on his hands and knees while I slammed into him and was righteously enthralled when he gripped the skins and lifted his ass to meet me. He came so hard I almost pulled a muscle thrusting quickly in response and lay rasping and laughing drunkenly along his back when Trowa appeared. “He’ll waist away if you keep it up,” he warned. “He gets better with each passing hour,” I growled loving how he cringed when I pushed my softening cock hard and deep. “Will you attend afternoon practice?” he smirked leaning against the doorway. “Nnnnng!” I groaned thrusting deeply again before withdrawing. “I have to go,” I told him laying him deep in the skins. “But I’ll be back my nightfall. Stay inside.” “Wait,” he breathed gripping my arm, his eyes flashing fearfully to Trowa and I smiled. “Fear not,” I assured him leaning down to steal a kiss. “No one will harm you as long as you behave.” “You’re lucky,” Trowa informed him and I was pleased to see understanding in his violet eyes. “Hiiro is respected and feared even among the batty toads,” he grinned. “Obey and stay by his side if you value your skin.” “I’ll take you to get suited tomorrow,” I promised grinning when he hissed while I cupped his cock and slipped a finger up his ass. “Keep it warm and wet,” I whispered loud enough for Trowa to hear. “I’ve a feeling I’ll be in a rut by the time I return.” “There’s no…food,” he breathed gripping my arm until I retreated. “Don’t worry,” I laughed feeling a good deal taller that I actually was. “I’ll be sure to fill your belly just as soon as I’ve filled your ass,” I chuckled following Trowa into the yard. I couldn’t keep my mind off of him all afternoon. Everything reminded me of how soft his skin was, the way he shivered when I hit him just right and the heat inside his body. My students paid the price for my overzealous appetite ending them with small cuts and contusions I found unreasonably amusing but it served to make them beg to cut the practice short so I took my good fortune and returned to his side. He was clean though his hair had only been combed and braided tightly again as he had no means to wash it. I made a mental note to take him to the river and let him bathe properly before crouching over his slumbering body. He smelled so good, his musk thick and decadent and all I wanted was to be inside him again so I gently rolled his hips and welcomed a wide smile when I discovered his ass was wet with oils and ready to be reamed. “NNNG!” he groaned curling into himself when I shoved my cock deep and began thrusting in earnest. He obviously hadn’t been prepared but he said nothing merely clinging to the skins while I tugged and prodded until his ass was raised so I could get a good hold on him then rammed him so hard he buried his face in the bedding and screamed. It was such a thrill to know I was the cause of his anguish, to see his slender body wrecked and shaking while I fucked him vigorously. It went on for some time before I hungered for more and turned him pulling his leg up to my chest and relishing the way he gulped and panted. I couldn’t get deep enough, I wanted more but I was already slamming the full length of my massive shaft into his heat so I bent him and laid my weight on him listening to how his whimpering blended with my bestial growls while I pumped his cock and shook inside him when he came. Gods! I never wanted to stop and kept pushing until my body simply wouldn’t respond anymore. “May I eat?” he whimpered once things had settled and I laughed. “You’ve earned your keep,” I told him slapping his rounded, little ass while I got up. He tore into the bread and fruit I’d brought him with great vigor sucking from my flask until it ran dry then collapsed heavily into the skins. I took a moment to regard him concluding he was not in the best of health by the way his limbs still shook in the absence of my intrusion. His belly was full, his needs met so why was he still shaking? “Come,” I said reaching for him but paused when he started. I realized in that moment that he was scared and regretted having not been gentler with him in the beginning. It was not my intention to terrorize him as a mate without dependence and trust would eventually stray either in desperation to flee or in the hope of securing a different master who would provide better for them. Still, our relationship had to be clearly defined so I forced him to lie beside me and held him tightly. “Sleep,” I commanded forcing the desire to thrust into his bare ass away. He’d feel better after he’d rested and there was no hurry. I could wait. I woke with a raging need that begged for his heat but cupped my hand over his mouth when his eyes sprang open as I entered him so he couldn’t scream and wake the camp. It felt so fucking good inside him I couldn’t have stopped if the tent had burned down. He shook and sobbed in my arms while I pummeled his tight ass thrusting deep and hard, rolling to pin him beneath my weight so I could get deeper, the sound of his muffled cries coupled with the throbbing heat of his body sent me into an animalistic rage and allowed me to achieve a panicle of rapture I had never before thought possible. All I could think about was how quickly I might recover so we could do it again until I heard the sound of his tears. “Stop it!” I snarled tossing him into the skins while I rose. “Stupid boy!” I snapped throwing one of my discarded shirts at him. “Put it on!” I growled jerking my pants on. “You have no reason or right for sorrow!” I told him jerking him to his feet so I could snatch the shirt over his head since he appeared too simple to do so himself. “You’re only duty is to please me!” I told him gripping his arms painfully but he refused to look me in the eye. “Just please me and I’ll see to your needs.” I explained hoping he’d get it but the tears still rained from his eyes. “Damn it!” I cursed jerking him by the wrist into the yard. The dawn was neigh but hadn’t brightened the camp yet so I was forced to wake the dresser. She was an older woman who had once served as a whore for the men but her skills with cloth and thread had earned her the right to live among us even after her allure had faded. She was obedient and cooperative doing what I bid. Many of the men had taken mates who they preferred dressed attractively but I didn’t like the frilly fashion on him. He was too beautiful to paint with faux color and deceitful lace. “Haven’t you anything that suits a beautiful young man?” I sighed after a time. Her eyes flashed uncertainly regarding his distant expression before she dropped the sheer blouse in her hand and headed for the corner. My interest was piqued and I smiled when she pulled an ebony tunic from a bag. “Put it on,” I commanded smiling while I kicked back to watch. She obeyed hastily knowing I had already lost patience with the fitting but it was worth it. The garment hugged him gently displaying all those savory curves, the arms were loose and cut short enough I could see his shoulders beneath. The neck was high making it look so long I felt my cock twitch. “The pants?” I inquired going cross when she stopped and wrung her hands. A moment later she was in motion again digging in another spot so I waited and was rewarded when she came up with a black skint of the finest silk. It was trimmed in dark purple satin and embroidered with golden thread. I grinned widely when she put it on him and realized it was slit in several places, up the front, the sides and back though it overlapped so that when he stood still it resembled a skirt. “Well done,” I smiled standing and she breathed a sigh of relief. Her face paled when I approached him, the fire in my eyes obviously not unknown to her then scurried away while I took him into my arms. “You are the finest treasure in this land,” I told him loving the way he trembled when I nibbled his neck and tested the slit in the front of his skint. I was thoroughly enjoying the thickness of his shaft when he quietly breathed, “I used to be human.” It angered me. What did he want? I had taken him in, given him a safe place and the considerable weight of my protection. All he had to do was spread his legs and enjoy his life! I was instantly enraged and gripped the ungrateful cur tossing him to the floor where I jerked his hips up slinging the skint aside and drove myself deep inside him. I didn’t care if he screamed anymore and I’d be damned if my property was going to mouth off so I laid into him with complete disregard for his comfort. By the time I was finished he was curled in a ball and shaking uncontrollably though I gained little comfort from the sight. He looked so fragile… so… broken. “AAAAAAAAARRRRRRG!” I growled snatching him up to drag him back to my tent. “Hey, Hiiro! When you tire of that one we’ll be happy to see to his needs!” someone shouted. “I like it when they scream!” I stopped and hit Kully so hard I heard his jaw break and blood spurted five feet in the air. I didn’t care that my fist was dripping with the evidence of it while I glared at the assembly and noted their lack of any further comment. “Eat!” I commanded tossing him into the skins before slinging a loaf of bread at him and storming out.
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