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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 Summary: A young soldier finds deliverance in the unlikely acquiescence of his new consort. "Turn"
Part 2 He was sleeping when I returned at dusk. The day had been wasted, my duties begrudgingly avoided while I brooded over him. I wanted him so badly even before I saw him laying in sweet slumber in my bed but though my hands flexed with the need to hold him I couldn’t figure out how to do it without ringing tears from his eyes. It was very frustrating so I dropped my weapons and light armor and sat down to chew on some salted meat. It was some time later when I had turned my attention to my studies that he stirred, the gentle way his body moved when he rolled over to look around sending a hot flash through me that made it so hard not to snatch him up and bury myself deep in his heat but I was still no closer to a solution for his tears so I bit it back and remained in my chair. “Wha…?” he started to asked coming fully awake and sitting up as if frightened so I sat perfectly still. His sharp mind quickly deduced that it was well into the evening, the sun having set and the sound of crickets in the air giving testimony to the length of his slumber. Curiously, his gaze sought out my discarded sword then the water flask and sack I used to carry meals around. I wondered what he was thinking but when I proposed to open my mouth and ask he was suddenly in motion. It pleased me to see him so eager to serve while I watched him go about pouring me a cup of nectar and preparing the fruit, meat and bread that was in the sack. The urge to descend on him and love him blind washed through me when he knelt before me and offered the meal. He had to be hungry but he’d thought nothing of his own needs before servicing mine. “Eat,” I told him creasing a brow at the way his eyes fell fearfully but he backed away glancing uncertainly from here to there and sat down to obey. I refilled his cup with water when the nectar was gone and felt the stinging barb of accusation in his eyes but pushed it away in consideration of his suffering and took a long draught from the flask to prove it was untainted. I hadn’t had the need to coerce him with potions and wondered why he would suspect such. He finished his meal but remained at my feet until I realized he was waiting for me to take him. “Rest,” I sighed turning back to my studies. His eyes got so big it startled me and the next thing I knew he’d crawled into my lap. The skint didn’t do much to protect his body from invasion which was why I had liked it so much but his behavior was confusing me. Still, his trembling coercion was more than I could stand so as his lips warmly kissed my mouth my hands roamed his backside until my fingers dipped into the haven of his smoldering heat. “K’so,” I groaned finding his insides slick and hot while he wriggled in my arms. He’d cleaned and prepared himself again but why? Was he trying to please me or merely attempting to ease his suffering? I thought back on how easily he surrendered when locked tightly to me and considered his wavering breath while I explored the inside of his body, my hand coming around to stroke his cock finding it delightfully thick and weeping and concluded that he obviously enjoyed the physical aspect of the joining but he refused to look at me when I tried to see him. “Duo?” I rasped mildly surprised by the strange quality of my voice. He tried to avoid me making the excuse of opening my pants and nesting my cock which was throbbing and desperate for him but I forced his gaze and was moved by what I saw in his eyes. He was so scared but it swirled in a decadent fire, confusion and determination warring with primal need, sorrow, anger and fear swam in a sea of smoldering lust that made me sure of only one thing. He wanted me. “NNNNG!” he groaned arching back in my arms when I slowly impaled him. He was so beautiful, so hot and sweet I wanted to drop him in the skins and pummel him until he screamed but I wanted to see the fever in his eyes more so I took it slow and was rewarded with the crackling swell of his growing desire. “Un!” he gasped when I raised my hips to meet with his pushing in a little deeper, thrusting a little faster. He clung to me so tightly I never wanted to let him go. Not even the tears in his eyes dampened my need and I brushed them away while I kissed him slowly and guided his simmering body up and down. He was so sweet I felt dizzy, my breathless state forcing my hands to his ass where they squeezed and forced his back to curl letting me get just that much deep inside him. He shook above me and I kissed his chest while he rose then moaned deliciously when I guided him down swallowing his gasping song while I drove deep and rooted happily but he was shaking so hard we couldn’t maintain so I dropped him in the skins and stopped still as the grave when he froze. “Relax,” I told him gently kissing his mouth. I didn’t know how to make him understand. There was nothing in all of creation he had to fear while by my side. I had taken him as my own, offered him my protection and provision, all he needed to do was serve my needs and everything else would be taken care of. What good was freedom if it meant starvation and an early death from toil and strife? He wanted me that much was certain, I could feel it in every rotation of his hips and relished his willingness to address his desires but the tears remained. Quatre had come to understand though I wondered while I pushed him hard and soaked up the bubbling swell of his first apex if Trowa wouldn’t have continued to care for him regardless of his acceptance. I turned him giving me better depth from behind and drove him until he surrendered again, but somewhere in the back of my sweltering mind I wondered why. It was in the early morning hours when I finally gave in to the heady lust that so desperately clamored inside me that I was granted the sublime feeling of his ultimate surrender. The tears had ebbed leaving nothing but his shivering body, his mind so engrossed in our joining not even the reality of his situation remained and I thought when the tidal wave began to recede and I looked into his beautiful, violet eyes that perhaps I was beginning to understand. ** “Hiiro.” My head turned upon hearing my name though the knowledge that Currden, one of our most successful warriors, was the one to have called it left me ill at ease. “I’ve come to barter for the outlander,” he told me making it very clear he meant to take him whether I agreed or not. Duo shied ducking behind me where I had been feeding him bits of cheese and fruit for our breakfast while I informed him, “You have nothing that I desire.” “I will have him just the same,” he growled tossing one of the tables violently aside while he approached. I was on my feet with my sword drawn before he got there so it was easy enough to block his blow. However, while I was busy dealing with him his men accosted Duo and dragged him kicking and screaming toward the exit. It was a task but I managed to maneuver my foe in a way that brought down the dinning tent ensuring I could still see him after they left. Currden is a brawny man at least twice my size but I am powerful and quick so I held my own. It wasn’t enough to keep his men from ripping Duo’s clothes away and I realized they meant to rape him while I was busy fighting their master. It wasn’t an uncommon tactic as most would consider the defiled individual no longer of value and relent allowing them to be used up in due time. I could not accept this fate however, and fought desperately to save him but when he howled and I saw him being forced to his knees, his hips bare while they jerked at his hair and prepared to violate him I lost my edge and ended up flat on my back with Currden’s thick forearm pressing hard on my throat. “He’s a tasty bit,” he panted leaning his impressive weight on me while one of his men knelt behind my terrified mate. “Rest assured we’ll devour him most eagerly.” He had me, there was no way I would be able to free myself and save Duo before he was raped by at least one of them but Currden had underestimated me. My power is not restricted to the strength within my own arms. “ACK!” “Wait!”*THUD* Currden was so shocked to see two of his men fall at Trowa’s hand he jumped off me to rush to their side but made it less than a step before my sword was buried in his back. “Such are the spoils of war,” I growled in his ear feeling a great deal of satisfaction when he gurgled and fell lifeless to the ground. My feet carried me swiftly to Duo’s side but before I got there he jumped up and rushed into my arms. My sword fell to the ground forgotten while I wrapped him up and drew my cloak around his naked hips. I held him for a time until he stopped shaking so badly then opened my eyes to find Trowa watching us carefully. I knew the moment my gaze met his he understood and let him know my gratitude in the weight of my eyes. “Take me away,” Duo pleaded hiding in my chest. “Please…take me away from here.” “All right,” I agreed growing tired of the curious stares. I gave Trowa one last glance of gratitude then took him to our tent so he wouldn’t have to suffer the eyes of others. It had been my intention to settle him for sleep but he refused to let me go pulling me down into his sticky, sweet haze and I was once again ensnared. It didn’t make sense that he’d want it so badly after having endured such an ordeal but I placated myself with the idea that perhaps my touch would help him forget. It was obviously not safe to leave him in my tent alone anymore so I started keeping him by my side all the time. When we returned to the dresser for new clothes she provided a pair of breeches that made him look a little less like a warrior’s hole. He’d be safer if his station wasn’t so readily displayed and I insisted on a hooded cloak to deter those who might covet his beauty. It helped but over the next couple of weeks I began to understand the weight of my burden. Twice men had snuck into my home intent on spiriting him away and though the attempt has cost them their lives I knew there would be more. I had to watch him every moment to keep him safe and though he repaid my efforts ten fold it was never enough. I wanted him more with each passing day and had allowed myself to start to believe in the dream that maybe life could bring something more than war. It was a pretty image quickly swept away by my master’s command. “You’ve been summoned,” Gick laughed knowing full well the only reason our commander would call for me. My jaw clenched with rage when his eyes flicked to where Duo still lay nestled in my bed and I punched him so hard he flew back out of the tent to sprawl in the yard. “Get up,” I told my mate who hurried to obey but we didn’t make it ten feet outside my door before a squad descended on us. Our commander was a ruthless man who took whatever he wanted from the world. He had even been known to rape his own men to death for no reason other than his entertainment. I couldn’t bear the thought of Duo falling into his hands but I couldn’t fight that many men alone. I was furious by the time we entered the large tent that served our lord because the men had manhandled him until he was terrified. Hands that cared nothing for him gripped his arms and legs, fingers groped his groin and ass bringing humiliation and shame. I couldn’t bear it. They were already killing him, the light in his eyes slowly fading while they ripped at his clothes and presented him to our leader. “So this is the infamous hole,” he laughed, his big chest thumping with the sound. Duo was shaking so hard he couldn’t even lift his eyes from the ground. “He’s mine!” I stated clearly pulling at the arms that held me. “I took him. Return him to me!” “In due time,” he smiled motioning with his hand and my world bled to red. They pushed Duo to his knees laughing and poking at him, their big hands spreading him wide while they drown his hips in hot oil. He hissed giving testimony to the burning pain then growled and fought when hands descended on him. I shook with rage while I was forced to watch them delving inside him, their fingers digging around in his ass and mouth, hands gripping his nipples and clawing his skin until he suddenly screamed in utter despair and I went mad. When color returned to my eyes the first hue I saw was red. There was blood everywhere and my heart raced while I sought him out but I couldn’t find him. There were bodies all over but he was not among them. “Duo!” I shouted feeling fear fill me up until I heard the softly sobbed intonation of my name. “Duo!” I gasped flinging the table he was hiding under aside. He was shaking and crying so hard but I snatched him into my arms anyway and held him tight. “Please,” he sobbed clinging to me tightly. “Hiiro.” I turned to see Trowa standing at the edge of the carnage, his emerald eyes deeply troubled but embedded with righteous determination. “Come,” I told my weeping mate forcing him to his feet. I wrapped him in a dead man’s cloak and took him away. Away from the blood and sin, away from the cruelty and debauchery of men. I took him and Trowa followed with Quatre by his side until the war, the soldiers and the rest of the world lay far, far behind. I carried him protected in my shadow and cradled in my arms until the months stretched out behind us and he was forever embedded in my heart. A year had passed since that fateful day and I had long ago accepted the reality that it was I who was hopelessly enslaved. I did whatever he bid for no more reason that to see him smile. It was all I wanted anymore and he lavished me with his joy each and every day until my soul was cleansed and my past nothing but a dismal memory. We settled near a town that employed us to protect them and police their streets though this usually consisted of seeing drunken merchants home at night. The horde was reported to have been systematically destroyed by the surrounding kingdoms who weren’t very happy with their way of life leaving us to live our lives in peace. However, Duo insists that I train him daily and I give him what he wants gladly. The thought that someone might someday steal him away plagues me so I strive to prepare him to defend himself and he works hard to that end. I wondered watching as the tide turned while I awaited the ships that would bring wares and goods from across the sea. What would our future be? How our lives would play out but as long as he was there it didn’t really matter. “Hiiro!” I turned to see his smiling face; his arms filled with a basket I knew would hold food and wine as well as a thick skin that I could lay him on. It was amazing but I understood by the shining light in his beautiful eyes that he’d meant to steal my heart from the beginning. I smiled recalling the challenge and marveled at the truth that his freedom had been my deliverance. “They haven’t arrived,” he commented settling himself beside me and I smiled and reached out to touch his shimmering hair. He wore a commoner’s shirt and trousers, a leather vest of dull brown but he was the most beautiful thing my eyes had ever seen and I couldn’t wait to take him in my arms. “Hiiro?” he breathed chuckling at me in my moment of need. “Aren’t you…hungry?” he asked loosing the jovial quality of his voice while I laid him down and replied… “Yes.” owari :)
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