The Bonds of Providence

A.N.- Sorry for the long wait on this guys. >_< I've been having a rough time of it and simply forgot to update this fic here. *runs*

Disclaimer: Viewfinder and all its characters belong to Yamane Ayano. This is a work of fiction written for my own amusement.


The Bonds of Providence

Chapter 1

By: shad0wg8

He didn’t know which was worse, the gaudy, ornate metal work around the large floor-to-ceiling reflective glass, or the monstrosity of ruffles, ribbons, lace and silk he was wearing. It was like wearing a tent. So much material, every inch of it covered in embroidery, beads, and lace. If he stared at it too long, his vision would begin to blur. The complicated piece of attire was drenched in creamy colored lace. At least the color wasn’t anything too outlandish, he admitted to himself with an inward sigh. He’d managed to somehow luck out with a pale shade of blue. That was where his luck stopped though. His hair was adorned with enough ribbons to probably tie up every woman’s hair in the entire kingdom, the main purpose of which was to hide the fact that his hair was so short. Akihito was at a loss as to how women managed to breathe in the constricting, heavy material, let alone move with the grace they exhibited.

Though he was loathe to admit it, his uncle’s lackeys had done a stunning job of concealing the fact that he was male. He barely recognized the mirror image before him. It was disturbing, and did nothing to soothe his frazzled nerves. He wanted to fidget, pace, do something, anything, to work off some of his nervous energy. Instead he remained standing passively in front of the mirror. His stomach twisted nauseatingly and he felt light-headed. The young prince was pretty sure he was going to pass out or throw up before the whole ordeal was over, and wondered if somehow the enchantment he was under could prevent even that. It certainly had proven to be effective in bending him to his uncle’s will. He could barely take a breath without the damn man’s permission. The only thing under his control was his thoughts, and they weren’t very pleasant company at the moment.

It was all like a very bad dream; today, the months spent in solitude, his parents’ passing… Unfortunately it was all too real, and his uncle was constantly there to remind him of the hell his life had become. He grimaced mentally as he saw the orchestrator of his demise approaching him from behind in the mirror.

“You make a lovely bride, nephew,” he chuckled. “I’m sure you’ll make your new husband very happy.”

Akihito felt like sinking into the floor when he saw the half sneer, half leer plastered across his uncle’s thin face. Amusement danced in the man’s cool grey eyes as he held his arm out. Akihito’s heart sank as he found his body responding without his consent, his own arm slipping through his uncle’s as the man led him out of the chambers.

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The young prince anxiously paced the bedchamber, his skirts swishing loudly against the floor. There had to be a way… The enchantment would wear off soon. Maybe he could escape? He shook his head. He’d already tried the doors. They were locked, which was no surprise. There was a window, but the drop to the ground below was too high. That left him only one option, and it wasn’t one he was happy with, especially considering his handicap. It was hard to argue your case when you had no voice to do it with. His “husband” had yet to make an appearance since the ceremony, leaving the poor boy to stew in the large room with his circling thoughts. His eyes would unconsciously stray to the large four poster bed dominating the room and he would jerk his gaze away violently, assuring himself that it would never get that far. He’d try to explain to the man what had happened. Surely he was a reasonable person? He’d looked fairly intelligent, if dangerous, from the brief glimpse Akihito had gotten.

The prince froze, startled hazel eyes snapping to the doors as heard the purposeful approach of footsteps. He swore silently, realizing his time was up. One of the large double doors swung open, letting in a soft column of light that was quickly shadowed by a tall, broad man. Akihito swallowed nervously, watching the man slip into the room and secure the door behind him. He took easy strides over to a high-backed chair, stripping along the way. The long waistcoat was the first article to be removed, followed by an ornately embroidered vest and a cravat dripping with lace. The fancy garments were tossed over the back of the chair as the man turned and glanced in Akihito’s direction. The young man stumbled back a step before catching himself as those piercing eyes ran over him. This man wasn’t dangerous, he was deadly. The way he moved, his eyes… they all spoke of a predator, and the prince realized with a shudder that he was the prey.

Rolling up the loose sleeves of his satin shirt, the man took a step towards his trembling bride. For every step forward the man took, Akihito took a step back. His hopes of reasoning with the man were beginning to sink faster than a stone in water. The man obviously had only one thing on his mind, and Akihito feared what would happen when those plans were foiled. His back hit the wall with a small thunk and he found himself caged in by two thick arms. He tried to duck under one and flee, but was grabbed around the waist and pressed firmly against the granite wall.

“No need to play hard to get, sweetheart. We’re married after all.”

The deep, rumbling tone made Akihito shiver in spite of himself, his heart beating a little faster as the taller man leaned in closer. He opened his mouth to retort but quickly snapped it shut, remembering too late that it would do him no good. He needed to do something, anything, before things went completely out of control. He placed his hands against the hard, broad chest and pushed. The damn man didn’t budge an inch, the useless struggle earning him a soft chuckle.

“Aren’t you just adorable…” The tone was light; amused. One of the hands holding his hip lifted to caress along his cheek, sliding down to his throat and toying with the thick velvet choker there, thumb ghosting over his bottom lip. Akihito felt his face warm at the tender gesture and yanked his head away, only to gasp in shock as a pair of warm lips pressed against his jaw and traveled along the sensitive skin to his ear. He began to twist and struggle in the man’s embrace, fear working its way into his queasy stomach. The lips pulled away and he stilled, thinking the man had taken the hint.

He was caught completely off guard as those soft lips descended on his own and he found his body reacting without the aid of his mind, his own lips molding with the older man’s in a sweet kiss. The man pulled away smiling, a devilish tilt to his quirked mouth. Akihito blinked, and suddenly came back to himself. His cheeks bloomed into a brilliant shade of red as he realized that he had just kissed a man. Embarrassment quickly turned to anger as he saw the man staring down at him with a cocky smile.

“W-what the hell do you think you’re doing?!” he demanded, renewing his efforts to dislodge himself from the man’s steely grip. He was too blinded by his own anger to notice the smile slowly fading away as golden eyes narrowed dangerously. He yelped as the choker was ripped off his neck, a hand flying up to cover his exposed throat. He was pressed roughly against the wall as a large hand fisted up his skirts and delved under the layers of material. Rough fingers skimmed up one bare thigh and pressed against his groin. The blonde sucked in a short gasp of air as the older man enclosed his soft cock in a firm grip.

“Well, well… It seems you’re not a woman at all, are you?”

He saw the man leer as his hand began to move, slowly working his trapped member.

“N-no… Stop, please! I-”

“Don’t worry precious, I’ll make you scream like one before the night is through,” he assured the quivering boy in his arms, his tone silky and inviting.

Akihito choked.

Fear gave him the strength to throw the man off balance and finally displace him. The prince didn’t make it three steps before he was back in the man’s embrace. His breath whooshed out in a grunt as he was thrown roughly onto the bed. He scrambled up, trying to get away, hindered by the layers of bulky skirts and petticoats. He let out a startled cry as he was pressed down into the mattress, a knee on his back, his wrists pinned above his head. Warm breath tickled his ear and he tried to turn away from the teasing sensation.

“Relax.” The tone was husky, with a hint of laughter. Akihito felt his anger get the better of him again. He was being toyed with! The damn man was playing with him!

“Get off of me!” Akihito hissed, squirming against the larger body pressed on top of his. “T-this isn’t funny! This is a sick, perverted joke and I don’t appreciate it.”

“Joke?”

“Y-you’re not serious… You don’t… D-do you?” The last came out as barely a squeak, the young man’s stomach leaping to his throat as he came to the terrifying realization that maybe the man wasn’t joking at all.

“I rarely joke, and certainly not about something as important as my wedding night.”

“B-but…” Akihito trailed off as the man nuzzled his neck, his face flaring up again. “I’m not a woman! You can’t… This isn’t right!” He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to calm his frenzied nerves. “Just… let me up so I can explain,” he finished lamely, tugging against the hand pinning his wrists.

He was relieved when his wrists were released, the pressure on his back easing away as well. The young prince sat up, turning to face the man who now held his fate in his hands. His chin was grabbed and tilted up, held firmly in place as the king locked gazes with him. His breath caught as those eyes pierced into him, seeming almost feral in the dim light.

“I’m only going to say this once,” the older man explained, his tone serious, lacking the lightness and teasing of earlier.

Akihito felt a sinking feeling, like a lead weight dropping in his already roiling gut as he was held in place by those sharp, intense eyes.

“You. Are. Mine.”

The prince’s eyes grew wide at the words, spoken with force and finality. Panic kicked in soon after and Akihito made a desperate attempt at escape. He was tackled back onto the bed where the two struggled, Akihito managing to squirm his way out from under the larger man. It was only a brief victory before he found himself backed against the headboard and trapped with nowhere to go.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” the king murmured as he leaned in, slowly working his mouth over the vulnerable skin of the prince’s throat.

“S-stop…”

He began to struggle again, flailing and squirming against the headboard, franticly trying to free himself. He found his body pressed tightly against the rough wood as the larger man used his weight advantage to hold him in place, his wrists captured and arms stretched over his head. He was completely immobilized, breath coming in short little pants as the realization that he was essentially powerless to stop anything this man wanted to do to him sank in.

“I don’t want this,” Akihito whispered desperately, near tears, head falling back as hot kisses trailed down his neck. His supplication was answered with a sharp bite, quickly soothed away by a slick tongue. Calloused hands worked their way under his skirts and he found himself arching into the soft touches and teasing caresses. It had been months since he’d had any kind of human contact. After so long in solitude, the close proximity to another person, the intimacy, was overwhelming.

Dazed, and a little breathless, he found himself pulled away from the headboard and flipped onto his stomach. He struggled as deft hands began to work on the lacings of his dress, his twisting and turning only helping to further undo the binding. He felt cool air run down his spine as the garment gapped open, revealing the pale expanse of his back. He tried to get up and found himself pressed down into the mattress again, his arms stretched out above his head. He growled in frustration at how easily he was manhandled, the rumble of displeasure quickly turning to a whine of alarm as he felt something silky and thin wrap around his wrists and cinch tight.

He bucked the man atop him off in a blind fit of terror and scrambled off the edge of the bed, landing on the floor in a heap. He quickly lurched to his feet and made a dash for the doors, forgetting in his panic that they were locked. He saw the king approaching him and fled, trying to keep his distance. While he skirted the edge of the room, keeping pieces of furniture between him and his jailer, he desperately tried to free his wrists from the ribbon they were bound in. Ribbon, he realized, that was from his own hair-ties.

He stumbled as the king made a lunge at him, tripping over his skirts and landing in an undignified, disheveled heap on the cold floor. Still trying to keep out of the man’s grasp, he scooted back until he hit the wall. A small whimper escaped despite his best efforts to hold it in as he nervously glanced up at the tall, imposing figure looming over him. The king remained standing above Akihito, looking down at him with an expression the prince couldn’t read.

The king simply stared at the sight before him, the urge to lick his lips at the delectable sight presented to him almost too insistent to ignore. His little “bride” was huddled against the wall; his skirts tousled and in disarray, pushed up his thighs to reveal long, slender legs. Hungry eyes traveled up the bare skin, hands itching to touch and explore the supple flesh. He saw the prince shudder under his scrutiny and smirked. Hair tousled, ribbons cascading down over bare shoulders, the back of his dress open and revealing the arch of his back down to below the dip of his waist, and pleading hazel eyes wet with unshed tears, the young man was just begging to be ravished. The king was more than happy to oblige him. He knelt down and scooped the young man up, cradling him against his chest as he quickly made his way back to the bed. The young prince didn’t struggle this time, merely clutched at the loose fabric of his shirt with trembling hands. His hands remained tangled in the material in a death grip even once he was set on the bed.

“Please, I-”

The faint entreaty was cut off with a kiss, the king’s hands closing over the younger man’s and stroking them. His grip eventually loosened and he let go, his bound hands falling to his lap. The young man was easily pushed down so that he was lying on his back, and the silky garment, hanging loosely on his frame, was slipped off his shoulders, the skirts bunched up around his hips.

He cried out, body going taut as his nipples were toyed with, worked with merciless fingers before being soothed with a slick, wet tongue. Akihito protested, twisting helplessly in the king’s grip, as his member was stroked to a throbbing hardness, his pleas falling on deaf ears. His body arched off the bed, mouth open in a silent cry as his cock was suddenly enveloped in warm, moist heat. His muddled brain tried to process what was happening, but quickly lost the battle to form coherent thoughts as the king began to lick and suck, letting his teeth scrape lightly against the underside as he pulled back and glanced up at Akihito’s flushed face, slack mouth, and unfocused eyes.

He moved back up and captured those succulent lips in another kiss, pleased when he encountered no resistance as his tongue slipped inside to explore. He swallowed the prince’s muffled moans as he slipped an oiled finger into him, adding a second and finally a third as he slowly stretched him. He took his time, enjoying the soft gasps and little mewls that escaped the prince’s mouth as he writhed against him. He continued to finger the young man as he worked the ribbons around his wrists loose, only pulling away to remove the encumbersome dress and toss it to the floor.

Akihito gazed up at the man above him, blinking, trying to gather his scattered thoughts. His breath caught in his throat, eyes going wide as the king positioned himself between his spread legs, pressing his knees up to his chest. Leaning down, the older man placed his lips against the delicate shell of one ear.

“Just relax,” he whispered huskily.

The prince opened his mouth to object, a breathy wail coming out instead as the king pressed his hips forward, forcing himself inside. Tears sprung to the young man’s eyes, his hands coming up to try and push the larger man away.

“Relax,” he repeated again, insistent but soft.

Akihito whimpered helplessly, hands coming up to claw at the sleeves of the king’s shirt as the pain faded away to pleasure.

“Nnhg!”

The king nuzzled against the prince’s jaw, trailing kisses down his throat. He bit down harshly, sucking on the sensitive skin as he began to move. Overwhelmed, the prince didn’t last long. He came with a strangled scream, body arching convulsively as his hands harshly gripped the sheets. The king took the opportunity to suck and nip at the exposed throat as the prince’s head fell back. Body trembling, breath coming in harsh pants, Akihito collapsed back onto the bed limply. He moaned feebly as the king nibbled on his bottom lip, feeling the older man’s substantial girth still throbbing inside of him.

“We’re not finished yet, precious.”