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"Step Forward"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: AU, Violence (evil bad guys), NCS (mild),
moderate gore, angst, mild lemon, mild bondage/torture (short) Pairings: 1x2 Summary: Heero is a cage fighter kept by the Pack. When he's offered a slave he accepts to keep the slave from being killed. "Step Forward"
Step forward. It was in the autumn when I finally realized it didn’t matter how far I traveled, they would catch me sooner or later. I needed provisions and stopped in a small township to gather supplies when it happened. Several members of the Pack stormed into town making sport of slaying the inhabitants. Over the years survival had forced me to become skilled in the ways of battle but I never stood a chance against fully armed soldiers numbed by battle rage and lusting for a kill. Once again, it was my hair that saved me though once in their possession I very much wished it hadn’t. The cloak I wore often hid my youth from those around me but was easily ripped away by the huge leader of this particular group. He was your typical Pack member; big, angry and horny enough to take one look at my thigh length braid and assumed I was a female. I prayed all the way back to their camp I would be given the same chance as in my youth to escape but when the large man leading them discovered the deception his eyes grew dangerously excited. I fought and was beaten until I could barely move, thrown over a water barrel and stripped of my pants. My heart beat so hard when I felt him grip my ass spreading my cheeks wide in preparation for the evasion my vision went black. “HOLD!” Desperation kicked my body into overdrive and somehow I managed to fight my way free of my startled attacker. I recall crumbling to the ground, the pain in my body a distant nuisance when compared to the thought of being raped to death by these men. “Colonel!?” I heard my assailant gasp. “We were just having a bit of fun.” “It’s a boy?” the man asked and I shied away from the gleam in his eye. “Only just barely,” my captor laughed. “You want first go?” “Bring him here.” I hissed and tried to bite and was backhanded into submission before being dragged mostly naked and dumped on the ground in front of the Colonel. It was over, I was going to die a slow, painful death. My hatred swelled inside me chasing my fear away and I turned angry, defiant eyes upon him. He laughed. “You’re a very pretty boy,” he grinned reaching down to grip my chin which I promptly jerked away. “Yes,” he nodded. “I think you’ll do nicely. Clean him up!” he barked and a whole new kind of fear took hold of me. Did he mean to bring me back to the Den?! Gods in Heaven! The torture would last years! “NO!” I screamed kicking and fighting with what little strength I had left. A swift, meaty fist to my kidney put a stop to that and as I was dragged away I heard the Colonel’s command. “Any man who violates that boy will have his balls fed to the hounds! He’s to be gifted! Understand!?” In all my years I had never heard of this custom but I took it to mean whoever I was to be given too wanted me untouched. I supposed it made sense, a virgin would bring a higher price no doubt but all I cared about was that I was safe at least until we reached the city. It took two days in which three of the men in my escort were punished for attempting to molest or rape me. True to his word the Colonel castrated them and fed their amputated pieces to the hounds that always accompanied them. They had been left to die where they lay and no one else had the nerve to follow their lead. I tried to escape twice more and was beaten for the effort but they avoided my face. I guess facial scars were a turn off for my perspective buyer. When we arrived I was given over into the care of the handlers, a group of men and women whose sole responsibility appeared to be to preen, fluff and polish human merchandise. I was bathed and coated in scented oils, my insides were washed and filled with the sweet ointment as well, my hair brushed and braided. It would have been almost pleasurable if they hadn’t denied me food but I soon realized this was part of the plan, a way to keep me weak and easily controlled when I was offered to my patron. I had no idea what to think when I learned that he lived in a six feet square cell in the Gamehouse. The place was rank with stench but that probably had a lot to do with the bucket toilets provided in each cell. The walls were lined with them, iron bars encasing an number of well formed, angry looking young men who, I would come to learn, were used in sport and game for the entertainment of the general population. As we passed I noticed some of the competitors had liaisons, young women mostly though there were a couple of boys, all of whom wore the absent expression of those who had seen too much pain. My heart hurt to think I would live the rest of whatever time I had left as a plaything for one of these brutes but there was only one way out by then and I found as we neared what had to be my destination, I was not yet prepared to die. Getting my first look at my new owner gave me confidence that I had made the right decision as he was no older than I and built like fucking Adonis. Wryly, the thought flittered across my mind that if my fate were to be raped to death this would definitely be the preferred way to go. “Make him happy,” the Colonel sneered pushing me so hard into the cell I lost my footing and tumbled into a pile of hay. “He’s refused every one else,” he grinned latching the door and my eyes flickered over to where my new cell mate was crouching in a corner, his eyes fixing the men outside with a glare that emanated of pain and death. I felt like a complete fool more because of the fact that they had dressed me in a short leather skirt than what they intended for us to do but when those cold, blue eyes shifted from the men to me I forgot about anything but the need to flee. “Go on!” the Colonel encouraged waving a hand in my direction. “You didn’t like any of the girls, so we brought you this pretty boy,” he reasoned but my new companion remained as still as a stone. “Maybe his dick doesn’t work after all!” one of the man laughed. “Shut up,” the Colonel sulked turning back to his encouragement. “Go on, he’s for you. Take him.” I shivered when those eyes turned from me back to them and felt the air go cold. The Colonel was not amused. “Fine!” he growled turning back to his men. “You guys can have him then!” A howl went up from the group as they rushed the door but everyone fell back cautiously when my cell mate suddenly rose. I felt myself swallow upon seeing him fully for the first time, there was defiantly no way I was ever going to overpower him. I’d never seen anyone so well built, power radiated off his very skin and I shook deep inside when he moved toward me. “That’s it!” the Colonel crowed. “I told you he’d go for the boy!” “Wait!” I gasped attempting to push him away when he knelt over me but it was like trying to shove at a mountain, he just kept coming. His eyes were so fierce, a warrior through and through though I saw no evil there. Something inside me believed it wasn’t his intention to harm me but the reality of his hand ripping my skirt away shocked me into a fit of violent resistance. “Yameru!” he growled and that’s when I realized he didn’t speak our tongue. He was foreign, it showed in the odd slant of his eyes but I was more concerned with where he was putting his hands. “Stop!” He definitely liked boys; no one that hadn’t thought it through would have known to prepare their partner. It seemed an odd courtesy considering but it didn’t make any difference in the end. I was forced to lie beneath him, his hand buried between my legs while his mouth worked on shutting me up. I tried to bite him in spite of the fact that I would be beaten but much to my surprise he seemed excited by my defiance. The harder I fought the hotter he got until he suddenly growled and forced his hips between my legs, his hands clamped onto my wrists while those bastards cheered but I refused to scream when he pushed his cock deep inside me. I did gasp however, as it was a rather large cock and seemed hungry for depth and penetration, it’s wide girth spreading me as it impaled my flesh and sent a sudden, sharp tingle up my spine. It was huge, it was inside me and it was the single most euphoric feeling I had ever endured. Once fully seated he stopped, his breath ragged and unsteady as if anything more might end the ordeal in a violent culmination and my mind entertained the tought of verbally begging for more until I reminded it this hadn’t been our idea. I got my wish however, as soon after he began to retreat, the length of him scraping along my inner walls in a way that forced my spine to bend and my cock to stand erect no matter what my mind had to say about it then suddenly he was driving back in and stars erupted in my eyes. I cried out loosing my resolve to remain passive in the onslaught of rapturous pleasure. It didn’t make any sense, I had seen the results of men’s passion being wrought on the helpless Yuren over the years, this was not supposed to feel good! I had heard them screaming, seen them die so why was every stroke of his cock pulsating with blinding pleasure inside me?! What strength remained within me was quickly spent as he slammed into me, his mouth coming to cover mine and I had lost the will to refuse. He took me wholly, drawing me inside him even as he filled me with himself time and again. The pace was quick from the start but each time I neared completion he slowed forcing a longer duration. Before long the men lost interested seeming satisfied that their warrior was happy with his gift and moving away yet still he thrust inside me. I had never felt anything like it before, he just kept me hovering there just this side of nirvana, his hand moving up and down my arms but never letting go. His hips thrusting fast then slow only to bring me to tears with a gradual return to the quicker rhythm. I believe I could have died during that time and been content to go however, there soon came a time when his thrusts became more erratic, his breath less controlled and I felt the incredible energy inside him boil in it’s need for release. The pace quickened yet again and I felt the coil tighten inside me but this time when it threatened to overflow I felt his trembling hand move between us and grip my aching shaft. It was in me to burst forth the moment he touched me but he gripped my cock firmly denying my released as he nailed me harder and faster, my back arching as my hands clung to him desperately and I heard him rasp. “Issho…ni,” he grunted and I didn’t need a translator to know what he wanted. I wanted it too, more than humanly possible and cried out when he shook and filled me with his heat. I felt it, every pulsating wave was instantly, and irrevocably burned into my mind. When the shadows began to form once again in my eyes the first thing I recall was his weight pressing down on me. The second was the sight of the bars that encircled my new home. “Gomen,” he choked moving as if to rise but I pulled him back and held him against my heaving chest. He was a prisoner just like me. None of this was by his design and though he had taken me against my will he hadn’t been cruel. Truth be told he had saved me from a much worse fate and even though my mind was still swimming in the euphoric tide left by our joining I knew deep down that he had done it for that very purpose. We lay for a long time in the sweet hay while our bodies returned to normal and I visually explored the Gamehouse. In short, it stank. Wreaked would be a good word but even that falls lacking. In addition to the buckets within each cell that were obviously used for toilets there was the overpowering stench of human activity. Some of our neighbors were engaging in the same sort of exercise we had just finished while others were working with trainers in open rings in the center of the floor. The walls consisted of tiers and boxes where observers would sit but they were empty at the time. The smell of rotted food was also present and I wondered how often the handlers bothered to clean the cages as my new mate slowly rolled off of me. He moved to one side of the cell and dug into the straw producing a flask of water from which he drank before offering it to me. I was thirsty as I hadn’t been permitted any food or water in the past couple of days so I sat up to accept it and promptly fell back over again. The irony made me laugh as he rushed to my side and looked into my eyes. Gods he had the most incredible blue eyes but they were quickly gone again then he was back with a small slice of bread he began breaking and stuffing into my mouth. “Thanks,” I smiled feeling unreasonably giddy. Does starvation cause one to take leave of their senses before they die? He didn’t bother responding since I wouldn’t have understood anyway but he did keep feeding me until I began to feel ill and refused anymore. He laid beside me then, his eyes turning cold and distant as he gazed into the rings in the center of the floor. A large man with a tether latched securely around his throat was being taunted with whips by three men holding the ropes. They remained at a safe distance, each aiding the other when the giant tried to get at one of them while they lashed his skin as if to purposely enrage him. I closed my eyes against the horror of that place and let my mind wander where my feet could no longer go, memories of my capture and the long trip to the Den ending with the sizzling culmination my cell mate and I had shared. It was the weight of those intense, blue eyes that called mine open again and when I once again looked into them my breath caught. He was staring at me with such single minded intention I knew before he came for me that he would. “Stop it!” I growled but the small amount of food I had ingested wasn’t enough to return my strength so he just pushed me back and climbed on top of me. I still believed he wasn’t an evil man but he was most certainly horny and I wasn’t really up for being his sex toy no matter how good it felt. Fat lot of good it did me though, as he pinned me down and nailed me hard and fast. He’s very good, so good in fact that I came prematurely but it didn’t stop him from taking what he wanted. Strangely enough however, he made damn sure I came with him before he let himself go and I was gifted with my second nesting of his seed that day. The severity of my situation became ever more clear as the day wore on and I found myself beneath him more often than not. His recovery rate was amazing and by the time our dinner was delivered he had taken me two more times. I got the feeling from the jeering he received from the feeders this had been a long time coming as they teased him about finally finding someone that could get it up for him. They went away when he growled and almost snagged one by the arm. We shared the meal if it could be called that. Gruel is just plain gross but this stuff was the worse I’d ever tasted. He was given a sack of fresh fruit that he promptly gobbled down without offering me any. I was irritated at first then realized he probably had a certain diet he was forced to follow to keep him in top shape. I was just a hole for him to pleasure himself with so all I rated was gruel but hole or not I figured if we were going to bump the nut together we might as well at least know one another’s names. “I’m Duo,” I tried forcing myself not to flinch from his gaze. He hadn’t harmed me but being repeatedly raped will make a person jumpy. He paused but just stared. “Duo,” I repeated touching a hand to my chest. “Du…o.” He looked me over and my heart lurched when his eyes stopped on my crotch. I had retrieved my skirt but it was in tatters after he’d ripped it off so most of me showed anyway. Completely against my will I flinched when he set his bread aside and moved toward me but I was determined not to cower. He moved with that silky, smooth determination I had come to both fear and anticipate as he entered my personal space and whispered beside my ear… “Hiiro.” I shivered right down to my tail bone and knew the taste of him for the sixth time that day. The son of a bitch was insatiable. He took me again after lights out and was inside me when the sun dawned the next morning but I got a break when they came and took him for training. It occurred to me that I should probably hate this guy but all I could work up to was highly irritated. The fact that he was there against his will just like I was kept floating around in my mind. How long had he been in the stable? How many games had he played for the entertainment of our captors? The questions were endless but as I watched him train the most predominant one became how many men had he killed in his career. It was a daunting sight to see him chained and flogged. They never beat them past the point of just royally pissing them off. When Hiiro’s arms were released I could see nothing but hatred and death in his eyes. That’s when they tossed the big guy from the day before into the ring with him but even in his rage he managed to avoid the idiot for awhile. It wasn’t until the guy finally got a hold of him that I got to see the raw power that compact body of his contained. It took three of the guards to pull him off before he killed the man then they started putting him through his paces. Running, climbing ropes fifty feet long that hung from balconies above, any manor of physical challenge they could think up and I was confounded by the fact that Hiiro conquered them all. He was returned later that evening when our meal was served but barely had the energy to swallow his fruit before he passed out. I was happy to be spared more of his never ending need but seeing such a fine man brought down to this made me chest ache. The Pack was an evil that had been endured for centuries but I couldn’t help but wish someday they would disappear. It was sometime in the early morning hours when I was finally faced with his full recovery. “Nnn?” I moaned feeling the warmth of his hand trailing down the inside of my thigh. He was behind me, his breath hot on my neck and his cock so hard where it pressed against my ass it made me dizzy just to think of it. “Onegai,” he whispered and there was such pleading in his tone I didn’t have the will to fight it. I gave myself to him with shameful abandon but I had come to the conclusion that there wasn’t really any other choice. Until a way out presented itself I was going to be this guys whore, the up side was that he turned me on in ways I had never dreamed possible so I figured I might as well enjoy my good fortune for the time being. I had only thought my resistance had fired his loins because when I responded favorably he lit up like a solar flare. Gods, he was so into me I don’t think it would have mattered if the building had burned down and to be honest I wouldn’t have cared. It felt so fucking good to have him inside me, to hear him grunting and striving as he thrust hard, the way he liked to hook my leg in his arm and hike my ass up so he could get deeper, slamming against me so hard I couldn’t believe there was no pain but the guy was just phenomenal. He could do such things to me and leave me with nothing more than a dull ache and the blissful feeling of sensitive flesh rubbed tender by the friction of his passion. When he came he came hard and I erupted in perfect time as I always did but that too, was by his design. “Fuck,” I breathed as we lay cooling in the sweet hay. It was the funniest thing when he rose up and peered down at me, his eyes alight and face flushed with spent passion and raised a quizzical brow as he repeated, “Fuck?” I snickered and was delighted when he smiled. It was a good smile, warm and true and it made me want to hold him forever but he was awaiting an answer. “Fuck,” I reiterated indicating where he was still embedded inside me. He rocked forward experimentally making me gasp which made him smile some more and declared. “Fuck,” then did it again. “Ah!” I gasped chuckling at his playfulness. “Yes,” I nodded urging him to stop poking at my supersensitive ass. He relented but only at the cost of a kiss that I found ridiculously easy to give. “Hiiro?” “Hn?” My mouth dropped open but nothing came out when I remembered his one syllable response was the extent of out ability to communicate. “This would be so much easier if we could talk,” I sighed. “I wonder how long you’ve been here.” He just stared at me curiously then leaned down to nibble my jaw. “Don’t you know any words?” “Words?” he echoed rising up to consider me. “Yeah, words,” I smiled. “You know, one, two, three.” I held up a finger for each word and he smiled. “Ichi, ni, san,” he replied pointing to each finger in turn and I felt a thrill wash through me and sat up. “That’s right!” I grinned. “Words,” I encouraged motioning him to continue. His eyes shifted to the training rings and darkened. I understood the shadow on his brow when he spoke. “Down… up… sit… stand.” His accent was heavy but the words were easy to understand. They didn’t help much but it was a start. I stopped him with a hand to his lips that he promptly gripped then kissed before leaning forward and grinning as he purred, “Fuck.” Yeah, he had that one down that’s for sure and
proceeded to demonstrate his comprehension in spite of my initial
reluctance. We were left to ourselves for the next day other than
a brief period when we were moved to the smallest ring and tied to
stakes while our cage was cleaned. When we were returned there was
a bag of fruit for Hiiro and my usual serving of gruel but my shoulders
drooped with the addition of a large bottle filled with oil. Hiiro
was delighted however, and spent the afternoon trying to use it up.
In between wrestling his overactive libido I attempted to teach him
to speak my tongue. He’s a quick study but we hadn’t gotten
much further than basic nouns when they came to collect him the next
day. He spent another day in the rigorous care of his trainers who
for some reason thought it would be a good idea to poke him repeatedly
with a shock rod. It did piss him off but that only got one of the
runners killed when he got too close. Hiiro was a completely different
person when he was in the rings. It frightened me to think the same
guy that had blinded me with pleasure only hours ago could so easily
snap a man’s neck and seem to feel nothing because of it. He
was punished severely, beaten until he could no longer stand then
dumped back in our cage. I thought my heart would crack seeing him
like that. He was all I had, the only light in a world that had faded
to grey and I clung to him like the life line that he was. “Hiiro?” I called softly pillowing his head in my lap. “Damn it,” I groaned refusing to let the stinging in my eyes become more as I looked over his bruised and bleeding face. He has such a beautiful face and it pained me beyond reason to see it in such a state. “Hiiro.” “Fuuuuuuuck,” he groaned and for a moment I thought he’d lost his mind until I looked down into his amused, blue eyes. He’d certainly learned the use of that word well and his brave, carefree attitude brought a sad smile to my lips. “Idiot,” I chuckled leaning down to give him a kiss. Even in his tattered state he tried to follow me back up when I pulled back making me laugh again. Part of me felt awful because he was the one that needed care and here I was leaning on him for support. His strength simply amazed me but I knew he wouldn’t be moving around for a while so I tucked him into our straw bed and cleaned him up as best I could. He insisted I sleep nestled beside him as had become our custom in spite of the fact that I was afraid of hurting him and I whispered new words in his ear until he fell asleep. The morning brought a new revelation I had not expected when I woke to the wonderful feeling of his mouth kissing the nape of my neck. “Mmm,” I moaned somewhat shocked at how accustomed I had become to having him inside me. It was a pleasure I had apparently become quickly addicted too and after not having felt his firmness for almost a full day my body was aching with need. However, “You’re injured.” “Duo,” he breathed and the sound of it sent a shiver down my spine. When I turned to face him I gasped not because of the rigid cock pressing against my thigh but to find his wounds were almost completely healed bewildered me. The Pack had to have put something in his food; there was no way a man could heal that quickly. It made me wonder what else he was ingesting as he hungrily forced his way between my legs and took me with animalistic force. Amazingly my mind wandered while he pounded into me and I began to suspect my gruel was also laced with whatever they had used to help heal him so quickly. It was the only explanation for my continued well being when he was slamming inside me, his more than ample cock pummeling my tender ass so hard I came twice. The sound of others engaged in raucous sex came filtering into my mind as we lay in a seething mass, my eyes dazedly moving from one cage to the next where more often than not our neighbors were fucking like wild animals. “They’re drugging us.” Hiiro rose up a little to look at me but didn’t understand the words and I had no idea how to explain it to him but I was sure they were putting some sort of aphrodisiac in our food and water. It didn’t make a lot of since at first but on the first night of the games it all became perfectly clear. For every battle that was won there was another show consisting of a competitor and his liaison. The crowd cheered almost as loud upon seeing one of the burly warriors fuck till he came as they did at the sight of blood on a battle axe. The Pack, they were truly an evil race with no respect for any living thing, least of all themselves. I had been removed from our cell the night before the matches were to begin but only so that I could be tied to a stake nearby. My peers had undergone similar treatment, each of us tethered just out of our owners reach. By mid afternoon it was easy to understand that the dose of drugs being given to the competitors had been increased as several of the others were helplessly trying to reach their mates through the bars of their cells. My eyes turned to Hiiro to find him crouched in a corner, his eyes quietly closed while the man nearest me roared his frustration at not being able to reach his maiden. I felt bad for her, she was a pretty little thing but cowered as far from the man as her binding would allow. He had obviously not been good to her. My mind wandered back to Hiiro and marveled yet again at his strength of character as he crouched unmoving on the floor of our cell. When they came for him my heart raced to see the barely controlled rage flexing beneath his skin but I feared for his safety. He was much smaller than many of the others and I knew by way of the nature of the beast that held us captive these games would be to the death. Unlike my frightened neighbor I strained at my bindings trying to get closer to my mate though my mind screamed for silence. “Don’t worry, little pet,” one of the guards grinned, the shock rod in his hand moving just slightly to the left as he turned toward me. “If you’re that hard up I’ll keep you company till your masteruggl!” It ended in the blink of an eye and I stood with my jaw in my hands as the man’s body hit the ground. Hiiro had killed him in less than the blink of an eye and my heart didn’t know whether to shout for joy or shrink back into the shadows and hide. “What happened!?” a large soldier growled coming over to stop the other men from poking Hiiro with their weapons. “He killed Chagan!” “That’s what happens when you let your guard down around an elite!” the soldier roared with laugher kicking the dead man aside. “Now, take him to ring three!” he snarled but Hiiro refused to move. It took only a glance in my direction to put a huge grin on the soldiers face and suddenly he was moving toward me. I stepped back but meant to meet him head on; however, when he reached my stake he unlocked the chain and jerked me toward my mate. “Hiiro!” I gasped falling into his arms when the man pushed me hard toward him. He kissed me hard, really hard. So hard my damn knees went weak and the next thing I knew his hand was down the back of my skirt and his cock was pressing hard into mine. “Later, lover boy,” the soldier laughed extracting me. “But if he gets you that hard we’ll bring him along to watch.” “You can’t do that!” one of the other’s gasped only to get himself smashed in the face. “I’ve got ten thousand credits on you for the all around,” the soldier grinned nudging me forward as he laughed, “From the looks of it I think I’ll shorten the time lot since you’re so hot for him!” Shit! They were going to use me in the sex games! I had become accustomed to having eyes upon us when we copulated but this was an entirely different thing from those passive stares. I was taken to ring side where I was forced to watch Hiiro fell one opponent after another. The efficiency he displayed in the taking of human life chilled me to the bone but watching him in such a primal display was making me hard as a rock. I knew it was the drugs, they had upped my dosage as well; I could felt it burning in my veins as another giant hit the ground. “He’s the best in the Gamehouse,” the soldier said and I felt another sort of fire run through my veins when his hand slid down my ass and rubbed gently. “That’s why they gave you to him,” he purred. I tensed utterly disgusted with myself when my body reacted with a shiver when he curled his fingers and brushed his fingertips over my oversensitive hole. “Usually a pic as fine as you get’s sent up to the palace,” he explained pushing one finger inside me while I watched Hiiro leap onto his new opponents back and begin to strangle him. All I could think about was getting his cock inside me, feeling those hands move over my body and his hips slamming into mine. “That’s it,” the soldier purred as he fingered my ass faster. “Get good and hot for him,” he advised shoving another inside and I gasped with the need to run to my mate. “The faster you cum the more money I make.” His words were cold and cruel and served to wake me from my heated dream. I pushed at him violently just as Hiiro’s opponent hit the deck and suddenly those cold, blue eyes were fixed on us. “Hiiro!” “Wait!” the soldier yipped backing away as Hiiro advanced. Several other soldiers stepped up to his side, each armed and ready but it didn’t even slow Hiiro down. “Here!” the man rasped jerking me in front of him. “He’s all yours!” he grinned tossing me at him. I landed haphazardly in Hiiro’s arms and he held me for a moment while he shot a death glare at the line of soldiers then turned to kiss me full on the mouth. In an instant my body flared, every cell inside me sizzling at once and the next thing I knew I was laying on the floor of the ring with him hovering above me while he ripped off his clothes. Cheers and whistles came from the crowd making me sick to my stomach and I managed a strangled little ‘no’ before he wrenched me legs open and forced himself inside. There was no tenderness in him, his body was pumped on adrenaline and battle fury, his skin dappled with the blood of the men he had killed and his eyes alight with a fire that terrified me. It hurt, for the first time since we met he was hurting me but no matter how loud I screamed he didn’t slow down. He had completely lost it, his control shattered and sprinkled to the four winds and I became the recipient of all his fear, anger and frustration. When he came it was violent and full of rage and I had barely caught my breath when he flipped me over and began again. The pain was worse this way as it gave him more penetration but again no matter how much I begged he was beyond mercy, his fingers digging into my flesh, his cock ramming into my ass until I came from sheer brute force. My culmination brought about a roaring cheer from the crowd but didn’t slow Hiiro down at all. He fucked me like a crazed maniac till he came again then knelt on the floor, pulled me into his lap and proceeded to fuck me again. I worried for his sanity. I worried for his health wondering if he would give himself a heart attack going like he was then I worried for myself as I was overcome with another massive orgasm that so excited the crowd they started throwing bottles of oil and bits of paper onto the mat. I thought it would never end, he just kept repositioning me and fucking me until I was raw and exhausted then finally he dropped me on the mat, his body spent and mine unable to move as darkness finally came and granted me sweet oblivion. Slowly I pulled myself from the depths of an unnatural slumber but it wasn’t a desire to wake that called me back. It was the strange sound of muffled sobs that pained my heart so woefully I couldn’t stay in the safety of the darkness. I ached all over but nothing hurt as much as seeing Hiiro curled into a ball beside me, the soft light of night glowing on his skin as he cried into the heels of his hands. “Hey,” I soothed gently ignoring the pains in my body as I rolled over next to him. “Hey,” I tried again when there was no response laying my hand on his hair. He instantly had a hold of me drawing my hand to his wet face and kissing my fingers and palm with a desperation that alarmed me. “It’s ok,” I tried to calm him moving closer. “It’s over now.” “Itai,” he sobbed holding my hand over his heart. “I know,” I sighed. He’d been worked over pretty badly, his body bruised and battered until it was black and blue. “Itain,” he choked then suddenly pulled me into his arms. I didn’t know what to do so I just let him rock me and cry. I thought he would crush me with the intensity of his grip but there was nothing in all of creation that could have made me pull away from him. “Itai,” he sobbed again pulling away enough to lay his hand over my heart and something inside me shattered. He wasn’t crying for himself, he was crying for me, because of what he had done to me. I discovered in that moment, as he looked into my eyes with tears flowing from his that I had fallen in love, and I wholly believed that he loved me too. “It’s all right,” I smiled but that only made him start crying again. “I know you didn’t mean it,” I tried but he didn’t understand the words. I was at a loss as to what to do until I spied an apple core lying among the straw. “It’s the drugs,” I said snagging it and holding it up for him to see. “The reason this happened is because…” but my words were cut short when he viciously slapped the fruit from my hand sending it sailing out into the center of the Gamehouse. When I turned back to question him his eyes were full of hatred and vile contempt as he glared at where the thing had stopped and I understood for the first time why he never gave me any of the fruit. He was fully aware of the nature of our situation. “Drugs,” I said softly indicating the apple core as I took his damp face in my hands. “Fuck drugs!” he snarled pulling me close and lying us back down. It wasn’t funny but I chuckled anyway, he’d definitely caught onto using that word. Now if I could just get him to comprehend prepositions we’d be chatting over breakfast in no time. I sighed knowing in my heart that somehow we had already beat the odds and felt him pull me closer yet. We were both still exhausted so the fatigue was pulling us under fast but I recall him whispering very softly just before I fell asleep… “Aishiteru… Duo-kun…. Aishiteru.” The next couple of weeks were a blurry nightmare of confusing emotions. The games were held every week but Hiiro wasn’t required to participate in every tournament. He needed time to heal and recover his strength and though we lived in a cage they catered to his needs like those of a favored colt. About three days into our break the trainers got cocky and stuck a young female in our cage, one hyped up on aphrodisiac’s and instructed to pleasure us or die but she was removed when Hiiro almost broke her arm for trying to touch me. He had no problem touching me himself of course, and did so with alarming regularity. I was caught in a smoldering tide drifting between the horror of our containment and his overwhelming passion. If we could have stayed in that cage and just fucked forever I think I might have learned to live with it but it wasn’t to be. They came for him every other day or so and we were forced to endure the cruel reality of our imprisonment. When he returned from the training he was always exhausted both physically and emotionally. I spoke constantly to him during these times teaching him as many new words as he could remember until he finally had enough understanding to communicate some of his thoughts. We had just enjoyed a rather rambunctious roll in the hay and were lazing about while he nibbled on his fruit when he suddenly decided to try and translate the strange word he’d used before. Giving me a quizzical glance he spoke it again first covering his heart then mind as he did so. “Aishiteru,” he smiled prompting me to translate but I didn’t really get what he was trying to say. “Aishiteru,” he said again leaning forward to kiss me gently and my heart skipped a beat. We had never spoken of love before. I had to clear my throat before I could reply. “Love?” I smiled marveling that such a simply intonation could bring so much color to my face considering the things we did together. He quirked a brow so I reiterated touching our hearts like he had. “I love you,” I said indicating the proper pronoun with a touch. His smile might have lit the sky then he leaned in and breathed softly against my mouth, “I love you.” When he took me it was with gentle care and deeper meaning. We both knew a great deal of our need for constant sex was the drugs they kept feeding us, steroids and aphrodisiacs but it didn’t matter. He made it very clear it wasn’t my body he really wanted and loved me with a craving that the flesh is not capable of satisfying. If we could have stayed like that I would have been happy, if we could have been joined together forever I would have been content but we had barely cooled from our love making when the inevitable came to rattle our cage. “Get up!” the guard growled clanging his shock rod against the bars. “Back it up, you!” he sneered poking the business end of it at Hiiro as he snatched me away quickly slamming the cage door behind me. “What’s going on?” I rasped desperate to return to my lover’s side. Hiiro was on his feet pacing just outside the rods reach. “No worries,” the man grinned delighting in Hiiro’s rage as he pinned me to his chest and licked the entire side of my face. This was not good. Hiiro hit the bars growling like a mad animal and was punished with the cruel end of the rod several times before he finally backed away to glaring distance. “Calm down,” the guard laughed tossing me to two of his companions. “We’ll be bringing your toy back just as soon as the boss is done with him.” Again Hiiro hit the bars and was jeered and laughed at while they took great pleasure in inflicting as much pain as possible before he fell. “Stop!” I shouted over and over but they just kept shocking him until his knees collapsed then dragged me away and left him lying there. The last thing I remember was him lurching to his feet and screaming my name then the world exploded in a brilliant, white light that was accompanied by a paralyzing pain down my spine. I had no idea how long I’d been out when I awoke but one look at the room I was in told me it wasn’t long enough. I’d never seen a torture chamber before. Fear gripped me deep down in my gut as I took in the strange apparatus hanging above me. An experimental tug on my arms confirmed that I was strapped down, presumably to a table and apparently naked since I could feel a chill breeze on my skin. The walls were hung with all manner of weird devices but I got the general idea what I was in for because most of them had rubber dicks attached in some way. It stank of human decay, the manacles on the walls coated with what looked like fresh blood and the body of a dead woman crumbled in one corner. My mind went in search of a safer place and burrowed deep into the memory of Hiiro’s amazing blue eyes. I could take my mind away but there would be no mercy for my body. When he arrived I had to shake off a fearful shiver. The man was just huge with broad shoulders, arms as thick as my legs and jet black hair that went halfway down his back. His eyes were as black as his hair and moved with evil intent over my naked form. I knew if his cock was anywhere near in proportion to the rest of him I wasn’t going to survive. “Hello, pet,” he smiled, his voice a deep thrum that made me ill to hear it. “Isn’t this against the rules?” I asked pleased that my voice didn’t waver. He chuckled his amusement as he stopped at a small table and perused it contents as he replied, “I am the rules.” I didn’t doubt it. The Pack didn’t choose their leaders, it was survival of the fittest and this guy was massive. I imagined anyone that challenged him didn’t last long which meant he was someone of importance in the hierarchy of their society. This all added up to one thing, I was a dead man. “Aren’t you going to loose a lot of money when Hiiro gets pissed enough not to perform?” “You think a lot of yourself,” he laughed selecting a long, pointed needle from the pile. “He’s not going to like loosing his favorite toy,” I reasoned though watching him walk toward me with that needle made it a little hard to breath. “He’ll fight,” he insisted pulling a rope and the pulley system above me slowly forced my legs open. “He’ll refuse if you don’t give me back,” I countered unable to keep the fear from trembling in my tone as he reached out and gently stroked my cock and balls. “Then he’ll be killed,” he grinned pinching my sack and drawing it taunt. “Kill me and he’ll have already died,” I rasped trying to squirm away but the bindings were so tight I could barely move. “We shall see,” he purred placing the needle to the skin on the back side of my sack. I refused to scream when he pierced me though the pain was like nothing I had ever felt before. The needle was pushed through the thin membrane of skin then he added a small weight to either end of it that pulled viciously downward. There were tears in my eyes before he ever picked up the brand. I really wanted to die and said a prayer to every god I could think of to take me away, let him do what he wanted with my body if I could just leave it and escape from the humiliation and the pain. He used the red hot brand to burn small pictograms in my skin. One beside my sack, one on the back of my knee, another on the tender skin just on the backside of my rectum then turned his attention to my navel piercing it as well as both nipples, my tongue and the hard cartilage of my upper right ear. There was no mercy in his deeds; each penetration was performed with excruciatingly slow precision and I swore a number of times that should I somehow survive I would find a way to kill him. It went on and on, burned flesh, boiling wax and the repeated abuse of my nether regions. He took great pleasure in swatting my cock with a leather whip but just about the time I thought I would pass out he relented. I groaned piteously and wept when he returned with a large bottle of oil and a rubber dick the size of small tree trunk. Hard as I tried I couldn’t keep myself from screaming when he shoved that thing inside me. Over and over he rammed it in splitting my skin and inflicting a pain deep inside me I had never dreamed possible. I heard his laugher over my wails, knew by the maniacal tone that he was nearing readiness and believed with all my heart I was about to be fucked to death but I hadn’t counted on the raw determination of my warrior lover. How Hiiro had managed to escape was the last thing on my mind when he burst into the room, his eyes filled with hatred and murder on his mind. He was splattered with blood and in such a rage I cowered and clinched my eyes tightly closed. The sound of the battle was worse than the sight however, and when I looked again Hiiro had the man by the head and was choking him with his arms. His hands would never have fit around that burly neck but he was doing a fine job of suffocating the giant. For the first time since I had arrived in the Gamehouse the thought of possible escape flittered along my mind. We could run away, far away and never look back! My heart sang for joy when the man went down, one hard jerk from Hiiro’s powerful arms ceasing his movements before he was suddenly on me ripping the bindings away and gathering me in his arms. “Duo,” he panted easing me to the floor before angrily removing the piercings. “We have to go,” I wavered unable to steady my voice as I trembled in his arm. He looked me over checking to make sure he hadn’t missed anything but the terror of being recaptured filled me. “Now!” I snapped clinging to his neck. “Run!” I rasped praying he would understand. “Run!” I repeated desperately and suddenly I was in his arms and we were moving through the shadows. It seemed like every soldier in the Pack was prowling around trying to find the renegade warrior but Hiiro managed to elude them all. Before I knew it I was taking my first breath of clean, free air and insisted he put me down even though I still had to lean on him heavily to walk. It took most of the night and part of the next day to put enough distance between us and the Den for him to slow down and find a place for us to rest. It was a cave, one that had belonged to a small bear until he killed it and it became our dinner. I knew he had to be exhausted but he just kept on going, never stopping until I was cleaned, examined, dressed, fed and tucked into a bed he had made of brush and pine boughs. “All right?” he asked laying a gentle hand on my cheek and I was compelled to kiss its palm. “Thank you,” I breathed. “Pain?” he persisted. “Just a little,” I smiled. There was a wash of sorrow in his eyes so I drew him down for a slow kiss I hoped would rid him of any doubts that I might blame him for what had happened. He is fiercely protective and seemed to take any adverse thing that happened to me as a personal failure. My injuries were painful but he had confirmed that they were superficial. The drugs they had given us were still running strong through our bodies however, and I knew the wounds would heal quickly. We waited a day existing on the bear meat and companionship as the reality of our freedom settled into our souls. In two days time we were walking together in a straight line away from there. In three I had coerced him into making love though he had been reluctant at first and took me with a gentleness that both frustrated and delighted me. I refused to allow his careful restraint the following morning and was blessed with the first coupling between us that was purely of our own design. The drugs were quickly fading from our bodies leaving nothing but the pure reality of our need for one another. He had stolen some clothes from a farm we’d passed and fussed over making sure my coat was tightly fastened as we set out on the road again together. We are wanders, two souls with nowhere to lay our heads, forever on the move. Our existence is a rarity as none that have ever been taken by the Pack have lived to tell the tale but as we put one foot in front of the other there is no regret, no loneliness and no remorse because we have found our home in each other. For us there is nothing behind us but death and destruction so we wake everyday, kiss in the morning sun and count our blessings as we continue to step forward. owari :)
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