Kracken
Disclaimer:I don't own them and I don't make any money off of them.
Warning:Male/male sex, graphic, language, slaves, AU
Peonies
Market
It was the event of the season. Even those who avoided the slave market, found
reason to be there that day. Old Senator Claudius had passed onto Elysian Fields
and left his slave stable behind. Reported to be some of the loveliest flesh
in the country, the old man had been far too infirm for years to take anything
but visual joy from them. That meant that some of them would not only be beautiful,
but would be virgins as well. The bidding would be outrageous and the mood all
around was festive. Wine flowed and divans were positioned to advantage for
the start of the bidding.
To Heero, newly come into his inheritance, it seemed a good start to obliterate eighteen years of his father's spartan rule over his life. Denied almost all comforts, and trained in all arts of war, Heero's straight bearing and serious expression had won his father much praise among his contemporaries. They had all expected Heero to carry on in his footsteps after his death, leading a respectable life and attending to his civic duties. Already Heero was seeing eyes find him in the crowd and looking askance. Whispers were already being hidden behind fans, speculating on what he intended to do there.
The first of the slaves were brought out. Lovely, dusky skinned maidens, and a pale girl from the hinterlands with butter yellow hair. They looked afraid, shy, but mostly resigned to their lot in life. The seller extolled their virtues and they sold handily. Heero watched the next few lots with boredom, seeing beauty, talent, and grace, but an insipid sameness to them that didn't seem worth their price.
Heero frowned and moved away from a divan. The crass owner hadn't even waited to deflower his new slave at home. Her squeal of pain was distracting. Heero's new position put him by the entrance to the slave tent, where they were being primped and readied for the show. Waiting his turn, as if forgotten by the bustling servants, was a striking young slave.
The slave looked at a loss, eyes downcast. He was slim and lightly muscled. His body was nearly hairless, by nature or design, was uncertain. The hair on his head, though, was glorious, a melding of brown and cinnamon that fell in a very long braid past his waist. He was naked, but that naked body was adorned with golden bangles on his ankles and wrists, a golden ring on every finger, golden drop earrings, and a fascinating, colorful tattoo of peonies and leaves snaking up from ankle to waist on his right side.
His position of neglect was understandable. It was obvious what the boy was meant for, but this was a land that frowned on such an eccentricity. Anyone bidding for him, in full view of his neighbors, would expect censure. It was more likely that the boy would be shown and offers taken in private.
Heero wasn't about to wait and have the slave possibly stolen from him in a bidding war with some well monied Senator. Approaching the slave dealer, Heero poured gold coins into his palm. "Have him taken to my villa," he ordered.
The man's eyes widened and then narrowed, mind tallying the amount and what he had expected to receive in an open auction. He made a complaining, pathetic sound and looked distressed. "He is still virgin," he lamented. "Worth a fortune to any man-"
Heero rolled his eyes and snorted. "A virgin? Don't tell me tales. You'd be lucky to get half that and you know it. Not many men have the price of a soft creature like that. What's he good for other than warming sheets in a back room? No sane man, who values his standing, would have him serving in public."
The slaver protested for forms sake. Heero ended up losing a few more coins, but not as many as he had expected. That made him wonder why the man had been so easy. He raked the bare body of the slave with his eyes, looking for hidden flaws, yet saw none. He approached and stood toe to toe with him. Lidded eyes kept him from seeing, until Heero grabbed a firm chin and forced the slave's head up. Purple eyes. Heero frowned and swallowed. A bad omen.
The lids covered the defect again. The slave remained pliable to his will, turning when Heero pulled him about by his chin as if he were a horse being inspected. He found the slave sound and even lovelier up close. Perhaps a few days diversion, he thought as he finally let him go, and then a reselling before any bad luck could stick to his hearth? It was worth the risk, maybe.
"Send him to my villa," Heero repeated to the slaver and then went there, as was proper, to await his delivery.
It had been easier in the air of the slave market to accept the morals of such a place. It felt different when Heero's new purchase was kneeling in front of him, hands in his lap, bowed over, and eyes properly downcast. Alone, he had ample time to look the young man over again.
"What are your skills?" Heero began, wanting to break the silence.
The young man stirred a little and then said softly, "The bath, the bedroom, the garden, the pool."
"You were... expected to... please your master in those places?" Heero fumbled, not liking to be so unsure.
He saw a small smile. "No, to take care of those places. Master wasn't able to fuck me."
Blunt and an accent of the street. The slave attempted to quell it with a gentle, soft tone, but it was there. Heero, trained with soldiers as he was, still felt a blush. "You've never been... fucked? Isn't that what you're for?"
The slave looked uncertain, trepidation a fleeting thing across his handsome features before he hid it. "If that's what's asked of me, yes, but it hasn't been."
"Were you a brothel whore before the Senator bought you?" Heero ground out, sensing a personality that was something more than a pampered bed slave should own.
The boy frowned. "No. I was on the street, though, begging." He settled as if his legs were bothering him in that position. "I am a virgin, master."
Heero rested his chin on one hand, skeptical. "That is not in the nature of men," he grunted. "You had a bevy of beautiful maidens about you and a master who wouldn't have known if they were suddenly lacking their virtues."
Another attempt to hide a smile. Yes, he was much more than a simpering slave boy, Heero thought.
"Do you find my words amusing?" Heero growled. "I am not an old man, too infirm to whip you well."
"As you wish, master," Duo replied and bowed over very low.
The boy chimed with gold every time he moved. Heero found that pleasant. He didn't want a fight with the slave and he wondered why he bothered fencing words with him. What did it matter if anyone had him before or not, as long as he was obedient and tight?
A man's excitement was hard to hide under a tunic and Heero didn't bother trying to hide his, not from a slave he intended to use it on. "Your name?"
"Duo," he replied.
Heero grunted and rose from his chair. His tunic was a tent before him."Let's see how well I've spent my coins, Duo. My couch, get on it."
Duo rose gracefully, still keeping his eyes down, and moved like a languid creature to the long couch. Heero followed, pulling his tunic off and leaving on his sandals. An open window showed an outside garden. Birdsong sounded and sunlight streamed in on marble floors and columns. When Duo sat on the divan, hair snaking over one shoulder, he seemed an artist's dream with that garden as his backdrop. It made Heero all the harder.
"You're used to posing for your old master," Heero observed.
Duo nodded. "He could look at least. He enjoyed looking at me."
"Show me," Heero breathed.
Duo smiled and stretched out, showing Heero all his beautiful attributes like a sensual cat. He arched and thrust, rolled and came up on his knees, legs slightly apart as he bent his front half low and looked over his shoulder at Heero. He rolled again and spread his legs, knees raised and body resting on his elbows. He was as agile as any athlete, muscles flexing and moving under perfect skin. He gave Heero a sultry, yet masculine look.
"More," Heero almost begged, his voice catching in his throat.
Duo rocked back and then used his long fingered hands to spread his ass cheeks apart, legs up even higher and wider. He moaned, tossing back his head and revealing his throat, as he seemed to be waiting to be fucked.
"More," Heero urged.
Duo came down off the divan, body turning effortlessly as if it defied gravity, as he came gently to his knees, upper body resting on the divan as he spread his legs and raised his hips invitingly. He made an odd lifting motion, as if someone were indeed fucking him. His balls were tight up against him and his cock was half erect, bobbing with his movements.
"Perverted thing," Heero ground out. "I should be ashamed. My dead father must be cursing me."
Heero lacked conviction in his voice, though, and his body called him a liar. That puckered entrance of Duo's, undulating before him, did look pink and untried. To force it like an animal, would do damage, he felt, though he knew very little of such things. Soldiers indulged, and he had shared a bed or two, but he had never gone so far as that with anyone. Bringing his father's censure down on his head had been one fear, but letting common soldiers know of his odd desires, that went beyond simple, manly needs of relief, would have been shaming.
Heero found himself taking a few steps forward. He reached and ran a hand, calloused from the spear, down that bold tattoo of peonies. The shiver of skin under his touch warned him that Duo was not as brave as he was pretending. It gave him pause. A man did not smash a fine vase in his eagerness to look on it. He suddenly decided that Duo was worthy of just as much caution and his self control.
"Draw a bath for me, in the garden," Heero ordered as he withdrew his hand."I want to wash the slave market off of me. Put a tunic on as well."
Duo rose quickly, another sign that he wasn't as calm as he seemed. "Yes, master,"he replied, bowed a little, and hurried away, his braid swinging against his bare ass. He didn't know where anything was, of course, or even the location of the marble pool outside, but slaves were canny, he knew, and tended to find their feet in a household quickly.
Heero stroked his erection through his tunic, wrapping a hand around the sizable, straining thing. Tonight, he promised it, when things were done properly and they had the privacy of low light and shadows.
On to Chapter two