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Catamite Angel
TITLE: Catamite Angel
AUTHOR: Silver Foxfire
SERIES: Escaflowne
RATING: NC-17
PAIRINGS: Folken x Van, Folken x Allen x Van, Adelphos x Dilandau
WARNINGS: Yaoi Lemon, AU, Violence, Language, Slavery, Incest, Implied NCS, shota ^^;;;
DISCLAIMER: I don\'t own any of the Escaflowne Bishounen. If I did they would be having sex with each other around the clock. ^_~ I make no money off this... damn.
NOTE: This is fic fic requested by Satashii for winning a caption contest. ^_^ She just stated the pairing, asked for AU and this came out. And YES... Folken and Van are still brothers. ^.^ But Allen is 20, Folken is 23, and Van is a healthy 13. ^^
MORE NOTES: ONE-SHOT! ONE-SHOT! This is NOT another ARC! ((o.o))
Y- *Y- *......* Foreign Language
~......~ Thoughts
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Catamite Angel
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catamite-(noun) A boy or youth that is in a sexual relationship with a man.
\"Father, this is unnecessary.\"
\"Nonsense. You are twenty-one, you should have taken a personal slave long before now.\"
\"I don\'t NEED one.\"
\"I don\'t care. Choose which willn yon you, or I shall choose one for you.\"
\"All right, all right, Father. Let me look a bit on my own and I\'llose.ose.\"
\"Let Dryden and Jajuka go with you.\"
\"Yes, Father.\"
Allen turned abruptly away from his father and felt a presence on either side of him. He growled low in his throat as he heard his father cuff his silver-haired catamite for doing something wrong. It was disgusting how his father treated the beautiful, slender child. Allen had always felt that he deserved far more than that.
He walked through the marketplace, looking at things every once in a while, looking with disgust at the way some of the slaves were being treated. He believed that slaves should ALWAYS be well treated. They helped make life easier for those that could afford it and he believed they should be rewarded, not punished for such a thing. He felt Dryden brush his shoulder in what seemed like an accidental manner, but Allen knew the slightly taller man never made mistakes and he glanced at him out of the corner of his eye to see a concerned look.
\"I\'m fine.\" He silently mouthed.
den den and Jajuka both knew how much he despised this place and he couldn\'t help become overly compassionate in this cruel and dirty center of depravity.
\"Come all! These foreign beauties are a rare find!\" A loud obnoxious voice burst above the normal roar and clatter of the crowd. \"And hear this: The youngest is still a virgin!\"
Allen heard the voice of the people raise high at this call. Virgins were rare among slaves and they were more highly prized. If they weeauteautiful, they could go for nearly 300,000 gold coins and sometimes more. He found himself approaching this hidden auction block and people parted for him, which he attributed to the spears that Dryden and Jajuka bore.
He nearly gasped aloud when he saw the set being sold together on the block, both had been stripped of clothing and before a ravenous crowd. A small built boy looked furious, with black hair tumbling forward and partially obscuring his eyes. He stayed close to the other one, the one that was a good foot taller. That one stood as still as a statue, eyes closed as he listened to the clamor of the convocation.
Allen could see the boy, the dark one\'s fear, and so could all of the others, those who preyed upon it. It seemed all he wanted to do was hide behind the other, but he was forcing himself to stand before them.
\"I want them.\" He whispered in Dryden\'s, ba, barely heard over the din.
\"Are you sure? The bidding will be enormous for a set.\"
\"I\'m sure. I don\'t want HIM to get ahold of them.\" Allen motioned to a fat, unattractive man that stood, his servants already bidding.
\"How much?\"
\"As much as needed.\"
\"Agreed. He\'ll ruin them. Jajuka! Stay with the Master!\"
\"Yes.\"
Dryden\'s body cut through the people easily, making his way to the auctioneer and giving his offer. Allen saw the man\'s eyes widen and knew Dryden had done exactly as Allen said.
\"800,000! Can anyone out bid this?\"
The slaver was met with silence and grumbles.
\"This set is sold to- uh...\"
\"Master Schezar.\" Dryden said, hearing the people gasp that their lord was out among them and they hadn\'t noticed.
Allen simply looked up towards the block again and saw the taller one\'s eyes open and looking at him. He felt as though he were beneath some glass and he was being observed, studied and he felt his heart catch in his throat under the hypnotic redesigned eyes. He walked up to the small stage and ordered cloaks for them, which the man immediately provided.
The two were lead from it, the smaller one fighting for a moment, but a word from the other in a language that Allen didn\'t recognize stilled him. He wanted to know more about them, but it would have to wait...
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\"800,000?!\"
\"Yes, Father.\"
\"No slave is worth that much!\"
\"But two ARE.\"
\"TWO?! You fight with me for TENRS aRS and now you get TWO?!\"
\"Yes Father.\"
Adelphos fumed as he glared at his son. The boy who looked exactly like his mother simply met his gaze, devoid of fire or ice, just as was ctedcted.
\"Let me see them.\"
\"Yes, Father. But they are still fresh out of the market. They\'ve had no chance to be properly presented.\"
\"I don\'t care. Bring them in.\"
Allen bowed his head from his kneeling position and he gave the call for them. Jajuka and and Dryden walked with the two between them. The cloaks hoods were down and you could see their faces and hair.
Adelphos nearly moaned as he saw the beautiful boy with black hair and innocent wide eyes. Little boys had always been his weakness... But that other one... the one that so dwarfed him. He had cold eyes, ones that dissected and seemed to pick apart his soul. The broad form was obvious even in the concealing folds of cloth. He seemed the boy\'s guardian from the way that he stood beside him almost constantly.
\"Remove your cloaks.\" Adelphos ordered.
Neither moved and he felt his short temper beginning to grow.
\"Father, they may not know what you are saying. They are from another country. I heard them speaking a different language earlier.\" Allen said softly, seeing his father\'s fuse growing steadily shorter.
It had the desired effect of calming him and he was dismissed with his new catamites. The two were quiet now and Allen lead them through the halls toward his chambers. He could feel them both watching him and he fought hard not to shiver. When he reached his doors, two servants opened the doors immediately for him and he gave his thanks as he entered.
He heard a soft gasp and knew it was the younger one from what little he\'d heard of his voice. He immediately heard a soft whisper in that language he didn\'t understand and heard a quiet reply. Allen turned to face them and they quieted. He didn\'t want them to fear him, but he knew no way to tell them. He shook his head almost imperceptibly and said, \"I\'d assume that you don\'t want anyone to bathe you... there\'s a bathroom in that room.\" He motioned to the large double doors to the right.
Their eyes followed his hand to the doors and they seemed to understand as they traveled into it together. They didn\'t shut the doors as they were open and that pleased Allen a bit that they wouldn\'t try to conceal themselves from him. But he had no intention of gawking at them when there was much to be done to compensate for two permanent guests.
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*Ah... Van...*
*I\'m sorry, Folken. But I\'m trying to get these wounds clean...*
*I know...*
Folken gritted his teeth as Van gently got the dirt and grime out of the light lash marks on his back. He\'d been beaten for killing sixteen of the men that had captured them. But his punishment was nothing compared to what it could have been if he and his brother wouldn\'t have been so valuable as slaves horehores.
They were in the bath, the water already growing dirty from the filth that had clung to them. Both of their heads raised when a servant came in and began to jabber at them. They both understood the language, but would play the fool in order to learn more about the person that had purchased them.
\"Hey! Hell~llo! Can\'t you understand me?! Fine! Ugh!\" The short-haired female scowled as she drained the water and refilled it with more warm, clear liquid.
*I don\'t like her...* Van growled softly as she left.
*She\'s just a simpleton, Van. Don\'t mind it. Come, sit in front of me, I think you\'ve cleaned the cuts enough.*
Van obeyed, shifting in the water until he was sitting with his back against Folken\'s chest. He felt safer when the thick arms wrapped around him, holding him securely. He nestled back against him and rubbed his cheek against the broad shoulder.
*Do you think he\'ll be good?*
*I really don\'t know. But he doesn\'t seem as cruel a man as his father.*
*I know... why does that boy just let himself be beaten? Why doesn\'t he fight?*
*It\'s been trained out of him. He\'s been taught to take what he gets. He\'s most likely been made to like it.*
*How is that possible? How can you TEACH someone to be so submissive? That\'s not right!*
*No... it\'s not right where we come from. But you must remember: we\'re in a different country now. That is most likely normal.*
*It\'s still wrong... *Van whispered as he turned, wrapping his arms aroundken\ken\'s shoulders and burying his face against Folken\'s neck, placing a light kiss there.
Folken\'s hands sifted through his damp hair and he clung like a child to his brother, completely unashamed of his nudity. That was how HE\'D been raised. Where they came from, it was often hot, and his tribe was male-heavy, and they didn\'t mind nudity at all. It was just a convenient way to cool off during the summer months.
The whole tribe had been dark, and no one knew exactly how it was that Folken got silvery-blue hair. They would call him the \'ice prince\' to tease him, and Folken took it all in stride, sometimes becoming so similar to his nickname that it was frightening. But his ice was melting as Van continued those tiny kisses on his throat.
*Van... we shouldn\'t do this here...*
*Folken... I don\'t care. They don\'t even know what we are... and you still haven\'t taught me...*
*I know... But I can\'t... not here.*
Van pulled away, a hurt look in his eyes that Folken gently soothed away as he kissed his brother lovingly. Van submitted to him opening his mouth to the gentle caress of Folken\'s lips.
\"Ah... I\'m disturbing you...\"
Van and Folken looked up at the blond man, startled, but hiding it. Allen stood by the door, eyes averted and a faint blush across his cheeks. The two looked at each other then at him, watching him and listening as he told them that their rooms would be in one adjoining to his, even though he believed that the two couldn\'t understand him.
He motioned for the two to rise and they did so, accepting the towel offered by him. He\'d dismissed the other servants for the day so he could get these new slave accustomed to their surroundings. He walked over to the window and was silently startled to see the black sky becoming spotted with white. But he shook it off and went to a heavy door separating his room from theirs.
He opened the portal and the stepped inside. He told them about the things that they must do, but all three knew it was just a way to comfort himself, to make himself feel more at ease.
Allen saw to it that everything in the room was in order be fore moving out of it and shutting the door quietly to retire into his own chambers. This left the brothers alone and highly intrigued by this foreign man.
*What do you think of him, Little Brother?*
*Harmless... and kind.*
*Indeed, he does seem so.*
*Brother...*
*Yes?*
*We could have been much worse off... right?*
*Yes. We could have been sent to someone like his father.*
Van\'s head lowered and he thought on this for long moments before making his choice.
*I want to thank him
*H
*How?*
*I want to make him my mate... even if he does not know it.*
Folken looked at Van, thinking hard on the subject. When those of his tribe mated, they mated for life. They would be soul-bound, unwilling or unable to live without the other in their life. It was Van\'s decision if he wanted a male or female wife, but his hard-headedness made changing his mind difficult.
*Show me Folken! Show me how to make him my mate!*
*Van... I know that you want me to do this, but I can\'t...*
*Why?!*
*Because, I do not want him to hurt you if this has all been an act!*
*It hasn\'t been! Please, Brother!* Van cried softly as he flung himself into Folken\'s chest, arms wrapping tightly around him. *Please... I don\'t want to be sold to someone like Adelphos... I don\'t want YOU to be sold!*
*...What is it you are... suggesting, Little Brother...?*
*Tri-bond.*
*You KNOW those are too dangerous! One has not been successfully made in over two-hundred years!*
*I don\'t CARE! If we die, we die together! If we live, we live together! Please! I don\'t to to be taken away from you too!* Van was crying now, shaking against the broad, powerful form of his brother.
Folken was silent for a long while before whispering, *All right...*
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Allen was curled beneath the soft, silken sheets, his hair slipping over the surface of his pillow and the mattress like strands of priceless gold thread. His breathing was even and low as his smooth, pale chest rose and fell. He was having a lovely dream.
He was lounging in his garden. These were so difficult to cultivate and maintain. But the gardeners did. He bowed his golden head to smell the sweet, light scent of a white flower that he didn\'t know the name of. It was a perfect scent... and it filled his nostrils most pleasantly.
But then it changed... he lay with his back against soft sheets, warmed by his body and he felt the softest breeze wisp over his chest and he imagined that it was the heated breath of one of his new slaves. He felt something slick trail over his nipple and gasped in sudden pleasure. Then another presence made itself known as a tongue traced his mouth.
Blue eyes shot open and met two sets of rich earth-brown eyes.
\"Shh... we mean no harm to you.\" The taller one said softlye rie rich voice making Allen shiver.
\"H-how do you-\"
The tall one laughed softly, a deep, throaty sound.
\"Know your language? I learned it when I was six...\" Folken\'s mouth lowered and Allen moaned as a soft, warm mouth pressed against his own.
His mind screamedhim him to resist, but he seemed trapped in a haze, the two displaying nothing but gentleness and care. he arched as he felt sharp teeth enclose one of his nipples and bite him. Another laugh, this one softer.
\"Mmm... stop...\" Allen tried weakly, disappointed when they DID.
He looked at them as they sat back and he tried to calm his body.
\"Why didn\'t you obey my father if you knew what he had ordered?\"
\"Because he is not our master.\" The younger one stated. \"YOU are.\"
\"Hm... still. My father is a powerful man. And if you insist on disobeying him... never let him know you can understand him.\" Allen smiled at the two and he saw them relax.
He reached out slowly to touch the smaller one and was pleased when the boy not only allowed it, but nuzzled his palm. The cheek beneath his hand was soft and warm. Allen could barely hear himself as he murmured, \"What are your names...?\"
\"Van.\" The smaller said softly as he took one of Allen\'s fingers into his mouth, suckling softly as he loosely clasped his wrist with small, slender hands.
\"Folken.\" The guardian said as he kissed Allen\'s very willing mouth.
Allen began to purr softly as he felt Van\'s mouth moving from his fingers down to the sensitive underside of his wrist sucking and biting gently. He felt a large, warm hand caress his cheek and his soft purrs became louder, his tongue dancing with Folken\'s. He felt himself being laid gently down on the bed, the boy moving over him, straddling his thighs and kissing his stomach.
He moaned softly as his left hand drifted to rest in Van\'s hair, neither pushing nor pulling, just resting. This seemed to please both of the slaves because Van began to drift lower while Folken\'s hand moved to massage his chest. He made a soft sound as he felt his length gently licked by a smooth, hot tongue.
\"Mmm... Van...\" He moaned as he felt himself being gently drawn into the slick cavern of his mouth.
When Folken drew away from him he felt a second trail of wetness slipping down his throat to suck viciously on his nipples, making him nearly scream with pleasure. he thraswhenwhen he felt the two moving on him, rubbing against him. Van had one of Alle thi thighs between his legs as he rocked against it, moaning as he sucked on Allen\'s throbbing cock.
Folken was flush against his side, a long, thick erection pressing into his hip. Allen grasped Folken and tugged him upward, softly begging, \"Please... I want you in me...\"
\"As you wish, Master...\" Folken whispered as he drew Van off, the boy making a soft unhappy growl as he was pulled from his treat, but smiling as Folken kissed him and whispered something to him in that foreign language.
Van crawled up to rest on Allen\'s belly, kissing him, his mouth passionate yet inexperienced. Allen felt the bed shift and saw Folken rise, looking for something.
\"Top drawer, left table...\" Allen mumbled against Van\'s mouth and heard the sound of the drawer opening and he caught the scent of soft flowers as he felt a jar slip into his hand.
He moved his mouth from Van for a moment to get a large amount of cream from the ceramic container and spread it on his fingers before setting it on the tabletop. His hands sought out Van\'s entrance just as Folken\'s found his. He moaned loudly as body tried to fight the intrusion of Folken\'s finger just as Van\'s battled his.
But Van pushed back, taking the digit inside, his body relaxing faster than Allen\'s. The blond tried to let Folken prepare him, but his body still refused. He heard Folken whisper again to Van and the boy answered before moving to kiss Allen, his hands squeezing and torturing his nipples.
The lord relaxed and the three were soon ready for the final act. But Van whispered softly against Allen\'s ear, \"If we do this promise, promise you\'ll keep us...\"
\"I\'ll never let you go...\"
\"And will you love us?\" Folken rasped.
\"I loved you when I saw you...\"
\"Will you take care of us?\"
\"Forever...\"
\"Will you provide for us?\"
\"As long as I live...\"
\"Then keep us, Allen Schezar...\" They chorused together as Allen felt himself both taken and taking.
Allen gasped and his hands clutched at the sheets as his hips were raised and Folken pushed inside him and as Van lowered himself onto his master. He felt small hands curling into fists on his chest and he felt a larger set tighten on his hips. Van\'s whimpers and Folken\'s soft pants mixed wits ows own muted cries as they stilled, all waiting for the others to adjust.
But it was Van that moved first, his hips beginning a slow rhythm that made Allen arch his hips into and Folken hissed as the action made his length slip deeper inside the tight sheath of Allen\'s body. But they began to move faster, all pushing and thrusting unto and against each other.
Allen watched through hazy eyes as Folken\'s hand moved around to stroke Van\'s erection, their lips meeting in a kiss. It was him that came first, sticky white fluid spilled onto Allen\'s belly as Van climaxed with a cry of ecstasy. When Allen felt the tightness become almost painful, he poured his essence inside the boy he claimed as his.
Allen\'s body was taut as a bow when he felt Folken claim HIM and mark him with his seed. They almost collapsed onto each other before Van unwillingly separated from his master and curled onto his side beside Allen as Folken did the same. The blonde found himself nestled between the both of them, Van\'s back against his chest, and his own against Folken\'s.
As the two slipped into sleep together, Allen heard the soft whispers of \"You now belong to us, Allen Schezar...\" And he murmured, \"Forever...\"
_-^-_ OWARI _-^-_
AUTHOR: Silver Foxfire
SERIES: Escaflowne
RATING: NC-17
PAIRINGS: Folken x Van, Folken x Allen x Van, Adelphos x Dilandau
WARNINGS: Yaoi Lemon, AU, Violence, Language, Slavery, Incest, Implied NCS, shota ^^;;;
DISCLAIMER: I don\'t own any of the Escaflowne Bishounen. If I did they would be having sex with each other around the clock. ^_~ I make no money off this... damn.
NOTE: This is fic fic requested by Satashii for winning a caption contest. ^_^ She just stated the pairing, asked for AU and this came out. And YES... Folken and Van are still brothers. ^.^ But Allen is 20, Folken is 23, and Van is a healthy 13. ^^
MORE NOTES: ONE-SHOT! ONE-SHOT! This is NOT another ARC! ((o.o))
Y- *Y- *......* Foreign Language
~......~ Thoughts
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Catamite Angel
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catamite-(noun) A boy or youth that is in a sexual relationship with a man.
\"Father, this is unnecessary.\"
\"Nonsense. You are twenty-one, you should have taken a personal slave long before now.\"
\"I don\'t NEED one.\"
\"I don\'t care. Choose which willn yon you, or I shall choose one for you.\"
\"All right, all right, Father. Let me look a bit on my own and I\'llose.ose.\"
\"Let Dryden and Jajuka go with you.\"
\"Yes, Father.\"
Allen turned abruptly away from his father and felt a presence on either side of him. He growled low in his throat as he heard his father cuff his silver-haired catamite for doing something wrong. It was disgusting how his father treated the beautiful, slender child. Allen had always felt that he deserved far more than that.
He walked through the marketplace, looking at things every once in a while, looking with disgust at the way some of the slaves were being treated. He believed that slaves should ALWAYS be well treated. They helped make life easier for those that could afford it and he believed they should be rewarded, not punished for such a thing. He felt Dryden brush his shoulder in what seemed like an accidental manner, but Allen knew the slightly taller man never made mistakes and he glanced at him out of the corner of his eye to see a concerned look.
\"I\'m fine.\" He silently mouthed.
den den and Jajuka both knew how much he despised this place and he couldn\'t help become overly compassionate in this cruel and dirty center of depravity.
\"Come all! These foreign beauties are a rare find!\" A loud obnoxious voice burst above the normal roar and clatter of the crowd. \"And hear this: The youngest is still a virgin!\"
Allen heard the voice of the people raise high at this call. Virgins were rare among slaves and they were more highly prized. If they weeauteautiful, they could go for nearly 300,000 gold coins and sometimes more. He found himself approaching this hidden auction block and people parted for him, which he attributed to the spears that Dryden and Jajuka bore.
He nearly gasped aloud when he saw the set being sold together on the block, both had been stripped of clothing and before a ravenous crowd. A small built boy looked furious, with black hair tumbling forward and partially obscuring his eyes. He stayed close to the other one, the one that was a good foot taller. That one stood as still as a statue, eyes closed as he listened to the clamor of the convocation.
Allen could see the boy, the dark one\'s fear, and so could all of the others, those who preyed upon it. It seemed all he wanted to do was hide behind the other, but he was forcing himself to stand before them.
\"I want them.\" He whispered in Dryden\'s, ba, barely heard over the din.
\"Are you sure? The bidding will be enormous for a set.\"
\"I\'m sure. I don\'t want HIM to get ahold of them.\" Allen motioned to a fat, unattractive man that stood, his servants already bidding.
\"How much?\"
\"As much as needed.\"
\"Agreed. He\'ll ruin them. Jajuka! Stay with the Master!\"
\"Yes.\"
Dryden\'s body cut through the people easily, making his way to the auctioneer and giving his offer. Allen saw the man\'s eyes widen and knew Dryden had done exactly as Allen said.
\"800,000! Can anyone out bid this?\"
The slaver was met with silence and grumbles.
\"This set is sold to- uh...\"
\"Master Schezar.\" Dryden said, hearing the people gasp that their lord was out among them and they hadn\'t noticed.
Allen simply looked up towards the block again and saw the taller one\'s eyes open and looking at him. He felt as though he were beneath some glass and he was being observed, studied and he felt his heart catch in his throat under the hypnotic redesigned eyes. He walked up to the small stage and ordered cloaks for them, which the man immediately provided.
The two were lead from it, the smaller one fighting for a moment, but a word from the other in a language that Allen didn\'t recognize stilled him. He wanted to know more about them, but it would have to wait...
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\"800,000?!\"
\"Yes, Father.\"
\"No slave is worth that much!\"
\"But two ARE.\"
\"TWO?! You fight with me for TENRS aRS and now you get TWO?!\"
\"Yes Father.\"
Adelphos fumed as he glared at his son. The boy who looked exactly like his mother simply met his gaze, devoid of fire or ice, just as was ctedcted.
\"Let me see them.\"
\"Yes, Father. But they are still fresh out of the market. They\'ve had no chance to be properly presented.\"
\"I don\'t care. Bring them in.\"
Allen bowed his head from his kneeling position and he gave the call for them. Jajuka and and Dryden walked with the two between them. The cloaks hoods were down and you could see their faces and hair.
Adelphos nearly moaned as he saw the beautiful boy with black hair and innocent wide eyes. Little boys had always been his weakness... But that other one... the one that so dwarfed him. He had cold eyes, ones that dissected and seemed to pick apart his soul. The broad form was obvious even in the concealing folds of cloth. He seemed the boy\'s guardian from the way that he stood beside him almost constantly.
\"Remove your cloaks.\" Adelphos ordered.
Neither moved and he felt his short temper beginning to grow.
\"Father, they may not know what you are saying. They are from another country. I heard them speaking a different language earlier.\" Allen said softly, seeing his father\'s fuse growing steadily shorter.
It had the desired effect of calming him and he was dismissed with his new catamites. The two were quiet now and Allen lead them through the halls toward his chambers. He could feel them both watching him and he fought hard not to shiver. When he reached his doors, two servants opened the doors immediately for him and he gave his thanks as he entered.
He heard a soft gasp and knew it was the younger one from what little he\'d heard of his voice. He immediately heard a soft whisper in that language he didn\'t understand and heard a quiet reply. Allen turned to face them and they quieted. He didn\'t want them to fear him, but he knew no way to tell them. He shook his head almost imperceptibly and said, \"I\'d assume that you don\'t want anyone to bathe you... there\'s a bathroom in that room.\" He motioned to the large double doors to the right.
Their eyes followed his hand to the doors and they seemed to understand as they traveled into it together. They didn\'t shut the doors as they were open and that pleased Allen a bit that they wouldn\'t try to conceal themselves from him. But he had no intention of gawking at them when there was much to be done to compensate for two permanent guests.
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*Ah... Van...*
*I\'m sorry, Folken. But I\'m trying to get these wounds clean...*
*I know...*
Folken gritted his teeth as Van gently got the dirt and grime out of the light lash marks on his back. He\'d been beaten for killing sixteen of the men that had captured them. But his punishment was nothing compared to what it could have been if he and his brother wouldn\'t have been so valuable as slaves horehores.
They were in the bath, the water already growing dirty from the filth that had clung to them. Both of their heads raised when a servant came in and began to jabber at them. They both understood the language, but would play the fool in order to learn more about the person that had purchased them.
\"Hey! Hell~llo! Can\'t you understand me?! Fine! Ugh!\" The short-haired female scowled as she drained the water and refilled it with more warm, clear liquid.
*I don\'t like her...* Van growled softly as she left.
*She\'s just a simpleton, Van. Don\'t mind it. Come, sit in front of me, I think you\'ve cleaned the cuts enough.*
Van obeyed, shifting in the water until he was sitting with his back against Folken\'s chest. He felt safer when the thick arms wrapped around him, holding him securely. He nestled back against him and rubbed his cheek against the broad shoulder.
*Do you think he\'ll be good?*
*I really don\'t know. But he doesn\'t seem as cruel a man as his father.*
*I know... why does that boy just let himself be beaten? Why doesn\'t he fight?*
*It\'s been trained out of him. He\'s been taught to take what he gets. He\'s most likely been made to like it.*
*How is that possible? How can you TEACH someone to be so submissive? That\'s not right!*
*No... it\'s not right where we come from. But you must remember: we\'re in a different country now. That is most likely normal.*
*It\'s still wrong... *Van whispered as he turned, wrapping his arms aroundken\ken\'s shoulders and burying his face against Folken\'s neck, placing a light kiss there.
Folken\'s hands sifted through his damp hair and he clung like a child to his brother, completely unashamed of his nudity. That was how HE\'D been raised. Where they came from, it was often hot, and his tribe was male-heavy, and they didn\'t mind nudity at all. It was just a convenient way to cool off during the summer months.
The whole tribe had been dark, and no one knew exactly how it was that Folken got silvery-blue hair. They would call him the \'ice prince\' to tease him, and Folken took it all in stride, sometimes becoming so similar to his nickname that it was frightening. But his ice was melting as Van continued those tiny kisses on his throat.
*Van... we shouldn\'t do this here...*
*Folken... I don\'t care. They don\'t even know what we are... and you still haven\'t taught me...*
*I know... But I can\'t... not here.*
Van pulled away, a hurt look in his eyes that Folken gently soothed away as he kissed his brother lovingly. Van submitted to him opening his mouth to the gentle caress of Folken\'s lips.
\"Ah... I\'m disturbing you...\"
Van and Folken looked up at the blond man, startled, but hiding it. Allen stood by the door, eyes averted and a faint blush across his cheeks. The two looked at each other then at him, watching him and listening as he told them that their rooms would be in one adjoining to his, even though he believed that the two couldn\'t understand him.
He motioned for the two to rise and they did so, accepting the towel offered by him. He\'d dismissed the other servants for the day so he could get these new slave accustomed to their surroundings. He walked over to the window and was silently startled to see the black sky becoming spotted with white. But he shook it off and went to a heavy door separating his room from theirs.
He opened the portal and the stepped inside. He told them about the things that they must do, but all three knew it was just a way to comfort himself, to make himself feel more at ease.
Allen saw to it that everything in the room was in order be fore moving out of it and shutting the door quietly to retire into his own chambers. This left the brothers alone and highly intrigued by this foreign man.
*What do you think of him, Little Brother?*
*Harmless... and kind.*
*Indeed, he does seem so.*
*Brother...*
*Yes?*
*We could have been much worse off... right?*
*Yes. We could have been sent to someone like his father.*
Van\'s head lowered and he thought on this for long moments before making his choice.
*I want to thank him
*H
*How?*
*I want to make him my mate... even if he does not know it.*
Folken looked at Van, thinking hard on the subject. When those of his tribe mated, they mated for life. They would be soul-bound, unwilling or unable to live without the other in their life. It was Van\'s decision if he wanted a male or female wife, but his hard-headedness made changing his mind difficult.
*Show me Folken! Show me how to make him my mate!*
*Van... I know that you want me to do this, but I can\'t...*
*Why?!*
*Because, I do not want him to hurt you if this has all been an act!*
*It hasn\'t been! Please, Brother!* Van cried softly as he flung himself into Folken\'s chest, arms wrapping tightly around him. *Please... I don\'t want to be sold to someone like Adelphos... I don\'t want YOU to be sold!*
*...What is it you are... suggesting, Little Brother...?*
*Tri-bond.*
*You KNOW those are too dangerous! One has not been successfully made in over two-hundred years!*
*I don\'t CARE! If we die, we die together! If we live, we live together! Please! I don\'t to to be taken away from you too!* Van was crying now, shaking against the broad, powerful form of his brother.
Folken was silent for a long while before whispering, *All right...*
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Allen was curled beneath the soft, silken sheets, his hair slipping over the surface of his pillow and the mattress like strands of priceless gold thread. His breathing was even and low as his smooth, pale chest rose and fell. He was having a lovely dream.
He was lounging in his garden. These were so difficult to cultivate and maintain. But the gardeners did. He bowed his golden head to smell the sweet, light scent of a white flower that he didn\'t know the name of. It was a perfect scent... and it filled his nostrils most pleasantly.
But then it changed... he lay with his back against soft sheets, warmed by his body and he felt the softest breeze wisp over his chest and he imagined that it was the heated breath of one of his new slaves. He felt something slick trail over his nipple and gasped in sudden pleasure. Then another presence made itself known as a tongue traced his mouth.
Blue eyes shot open and met two sets of rich earth-brown eyes.
\"Shh... we mean no harm to you.\" The taller one said softlye rie rich voice making Allen shiver.
\"H-how do you-\"
The tall one laughed softly, a deep, throaty sound.
\"Know your language? I learned it when I was six...\" Folken\'s mouth lowered and Allen moaned as a soft, warm mouth pressed against his own.
His mind screamedhim him to resist, but he seemed trapped in a haze, the two displaying nothing but gentleness and care. he arched as he felt sharp teeth enclose one of his nipples and bite him. Another laugh, this one softer.
\"Mmm... stop...\" Allen tried weakly, disappointed when they DID.
He looked at them as they sat back and he tried to calm his body.
\"Why didn\'t you obey my father if you knew what he had ordered?\"
\"Because he is not our master.\" The younger one stated. \"YOU are.\"
\"Hm... still. My father is a powerful man. And if you insist on disobeying him... never let him know you can understand him.\" Allen smiled at the two and he saw them relax.
He reached out slowly to touch the smaller one and was pleased when the boy not only allowed it, but nuzzled his palm. The cheek beneath his hand was soft and warm. Allen could barely hear himself as he murmured, \"What are your names...?\"
\"Van.\" The smaller said softly as he took one of Allen\'s fingers into his mouth, suckling softly as he loosely clasped his wrist with small, slender hands.
\"Folken.\" The guardian said as he kissed Allen\'s very willing mouth.
Allen began to purr softly as he felt Van\'s mouth moving from his fingers down to the sensitive underside of his wrist sucking and biting gently. He felt a large, warm hand caress his cheek and his soft purrs became louder, his tongue dancing with Folken\'s. He felt himself being laid gently down on the bed, the boy moving over him, straddling his thighs and kissing his stomach.
He moaned softly as his left hand drifted to rest in Van\'s hair, neither pushing nor pulling, just resting. This seemed to please both of the slaves because Van began to drift lower while Folken\'s hand moved to massage his chest. He made a soft sound as he felt his length gently licked by a smooth, hot tongue.
\"Mmm... Van...\" He moaned as he felt himself being gently drawn into the slick cavern of his mouth.
When Folken drew away from him he felt a second trail of wetness slipping down his throat to suck viciously on his nipples, making him nearly scream with pleasure. he thraswhenwhen he felt the two moving on him, rubbing against him. Van had one of Alle thi thighs between his legs as he rocked against it, moaning as he sucked on Allen\'s throbbing cock.
Folken was flush against his side, a long, thick erection pressing into his hip. Allen grasped Folken and tugged him upward, softly begging, \"Please... I want you in me...\"
\"As you wish, Master...\" Folken whispered as he drew Van off, the boy making a soft unhappy growl as he was pulled from his treat, but smiling as Folken kissed him and whispered something to him in that foreign language.
Van crawled up to rest on Allen\'s belly, kissing him, his mouth passionate yet inexperienced. Allen felt the bed shift and saw Folken rise, looking for something.
\"Top drawer, left table...\" Allen mumbled against Van\'s mouth and heard the sound of the drawer opening and he caught the scent of soft flowers as he felt a jar slip into his hand.
He moved his mouth from Van for a moment to get a large amount of cream from the ceramic container and spread it on his fingers before setting it on the tabletop. His hands sought out Van\'s entrance just as Folken\'s found his. He moaned loudly as body tried to fight the intrusion of Folken\'s finger just as Van\'s battled his.
But Van pushed back, taking the digit inside, his body relaxing faster than Allen\'s. The blond tried to let Folken prepare him, but his body still refused. He heard Folken whisper again to Van and the boy answered before moving to kiss Allen, his hands squeezing and torturing his nipples.
The lord relaxed and the three were soon ready for the final act. But Van whispered softly against Allen\'s ear, \"If we do this promise, promise you\'ll keep us...\"
\"I\'ll never let you go...\"
\"And will you love us?\" Folken rasped.
\"I loved you when I saw you...\"
\"Will you take care of us?\"
\"Forever...\"
\"Will you provide for us?\"
\"As long as I live...\"
\"Then keep us, Allen Schezar...\" They chorused together as Allen felt himself both taken and taking.
Allen gasped and his hands clutched at the sheets as his hips were raised and Folken pushed inside him and as Van lowered himself onto his master. He felt small hands curling into fists on his chest and he felt a larger set tighten on his hips. Van\'s whimpers and Folken\'s soft pants mixed wits ows own muted cries as they stilled, all waiting for the others to adjust.
But it was Van that moved first, his hips beginning a slow rhythm that made Allen arch his hips into and Folken hissed as the action made his length slip deeper inside the tight sheath of Allen\'s body. But they began to move faster, all pushing and thrusting unto and against each other.
Allen watched through hazy eyes as Folken\'s hand moved around to stroke Van\'s erection, their lips meeting in a kiss. It was him that came first, sticky white fluid spilled onto Allen\'s belly as Van climaxed with a cry of ecstasy. When Allen felt the tightness become almost painful, he poured his essence inside the boy he claimed as his.
Allen\'s body was taut as a bow when he felt Folken claim HIM and mark him with his seed. They almost collapsed onto each other before Van unwillingly separated from his master and curled onto his side beside Allen as Folken did the same. The blonde found himself nestled between the both of them, Van\'s back against his chest, and his own against Folken\'s.
As the two slipped into sleep together, Allen heard the soft whispers of \"You now belong to us, Allen Schezar...\" And he murmured, \"Forever...\"
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