15-Feb-2001
I don't own GW. I don't even own my car. Go bug someone with money. This fic is for entertainment only. It has lemon, yaoi, NCS and things that may offend. If you can't deal, don't read!
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The hunt was finally coming to a close; none too soon if you asked the Maguanacs. For such a slight figure, this boy put an incredible fight. He'd run them all over the city and only their large numbers kept him from escaping. Now, however, it was all over. Their leader, a huge bear of a man known as Rashid, had managed to hit the youth with a drugged dart. No one stayed awake long after that; well there was one exception, but the man had been a trained fighter. Surely a common street rat such as this child couldn't continue running.
Yet, that is exactly what occurred. The longhaired boy led them on a chase for another three blocks before at last seeking shelter in an alley. Rashid motioned for his men to stand back. In the past few weeks of tracking this elusive figure, the tall man grew to respect him. Few caused as much trouble or took as long to secure as this one. Actually, none took as long. Little time was left. Cursing the cruelty and pettiness of his Master's sisters, Rashid entered the alley.
At the far end, the boy was trying desperately to climb the back wall. Hearing someone approach, he spun and faced the newcomer with a look of feral fury. Again, doubts assailed the normally stoic servant. Rashid knew, deep in his heart, captivity would kill the youth. In spirit if not body. It had seemed so simple three months ago.
Lord Quatre, ruler of half the known world, wished to marry. Custom dictated he could claim as many brides as wanted. His own father had over one hundred women in his harem; which was why he had twenty-nine daughters. Unfortunately, the girls grew up knowing they were forbidden to rule and could only hope to find a powerful man to marry. One who might treat them decently. Most came to hate the male heir, Quatre, not realizing the young man would never send a member of his family off to be with someone they did not care about. Perhaps it was that hate that led them to this place.
The young Lord's first marriage was to be to a foreign man. Adding to the shock, the chosen had been one of a dozen freed from slavers. While slavery was illegal, many still owned slaves and looked at as beneath notice. Even if Trowa, the man, had been freeborn, everyone knew what slavers did to one as attractive as he. Still, Rashid remembered the first time Quatre and Trowa met. The normally silent, shy, and skittish, green-eyed, brown haired man took one look into the Lord's blue eyes and smiled. Quatre did the same. The old warrior knew a soulbond when he saw one.
So he supported his Master. Iria, the oldest daughter, and several of the younger sisters, who'd grown up with their brother, also backed his choice. The other women did not. They claimed the union was unnatural and would surely bring down the wrath of the Gods. Day and night each made snide or cruel comments. By the end of a week, everyone was so miserable, Quatre tried to bring peace. Gathering his family together, he asked the women what would appease their anger. Thus, the young blond stepped right into their trap.
Arina, the second oldest daughter, smiled and proclaimed they were merely concerned that the family line be continued through the oldest man, as tradition dictated. Then the smile and falsities dropped. The viciousness would stop if Quatre married women chosen by them and sent the "foreign whore" away. Refusal led to more misery. If he tried to marry them off, they would spread lies and rumors about their dear brother and their husbands. Such a thing could bring nothing but shame and dishonor to his house.
Yet, the conniving little bitches hadn't counted on Iria. She proclaimed the sisters could all be sent an isolated estate far from civilization. Causing trouble from there would prove very difficult. Besides, the strong-willed woman claimed, if Quatre decided they were too "immature" to marry, he could legally keep them single until they died.
So it went, back and forth. The anger in the room becoming more tangible by the minute. Finally, using his Lord voice, Quatre stepped in and offered a compromise: Each woman would choose him a female and male bride. Arina agreed, but with the condition the marriage must be consummated before the end of the month after the candidates were picked. Iria issued her own condition. Each male and female must have something marking them as worthy of joining her brother's harem. He had the right to refuse anyone who was not outstanding in some way.
The last addendum added to the pact was that if Quatre did not, for any reason, consummate the marriage with one sex in the given time period, he could no longer marry anyone of that sex and had to set those he'd already married aside. Complicated, but at first it looked like a good idea. Rashid's Master didn't mind having female wives and could see no reason he wouldn't sleep with any husband his sister's chose. The young ruler was far too trusting.
The sisters took turns making their selections. Three months later, just seven women had voiced a decision. Thus far, Lord Quatre had six wives and five husbands; the youth pursued by the Maguanacs being the sixth. The women were all friends of the sisters and often so like them only looks separated the pair. The men were a different story. Though each was remarkable in some way, none of them wanted to join Quatre's harem and force had to be used; something that ate at the young lord's heart. The marriage to Trowa was to happen next week. It looked like the only bright spot in his life.
Iria and the other "good" sisters started making their pairs known last night. Iria chose Trowa and a woman named Sally, who was a very skilled doctor. The doctor made sense. Someone had to keep an eye on all the people likely to be thrown together. After Rashid brought his current target back, Iria and the others were going to hold a "Council of War." The more unwilling members added to the harem, the more unstable it became. Eventually, something would have to be done. They just dreaded what it might be.
Drawn back to the present by a small growl, the tall man could help marvel at his prey's strength and determination. An equal to the Crimson Guard they'd taken last month. Arina never said why she picked this particular peasant, but rumors said he had stopped her from beating an old man not fast enough to get out of her path. Worse, the urchin dared to tell her exactly what he thought. Arina always was one for revenge.
The more the Maguanacs learned, the more worthy this boy seemed. He didn't lie, was a master thief who stole only to feed the poor in his neighborhood, and defended his friends no matter the personal cost. Such loyalty and honor was rare. The worst of it was that as a member of the harem, the youth would lose the freedom he so loved. He would also be taken by Lord Quatre and they'd never been able to determine the boy's preferences. All they knew added up to a sketchy history, a fair certainty he was above the age of consent by at least two years, and respect for his abilities.
Watching the young man carefully, Rashid could see the signs of weariness steal over his elven features. The dart the tall men shot him with had been loaded with a simple sleeping potion and shouldn't harm the boy at all. Of course, being forced to marry a man may not fall into his idea of fine. Still, Arina had chosen this youth as the male part of the pact and Master Quatre would be forced to consummate the marriage. There were plenty of drugs that could make things easier for slender figure before him. A few more could even make him enjoy the attentions of his Master. And he was such a beauty. Far more than first suspected. This was the only time any of them managed to get close enough to really see their target.
Violet eyes glared defiance from a heart-shaped face even as their owner struggled not to succumb to the leaden weight of his limbs and eyelids. A dirty, long chestnut colored braid hung limply along his back, but still looked like it was made from spun silk. A lithe, well-muscled figure was poorly hidden behind the rags this urchin called clothes.
"I won't be his whore," the boy ground out as his legs collapsed. "I'll kill myself first." Burning amethyst cast about for anyway to avoid fate, not seeing the look of shock on the hunter's face.
So someone had leaked information, warned the boy. It was what Iria had feared all along. The sisters would deliberately choose a man and send him running before anyone could catch him; if they could not be caught, Quatre would forfeit his end of the agreement. The struggling youth was evidence of that. As it was, the young Master only had a week to take this drugged male to his bed.
Finally, the boy was overcome by the potion and fell into a deep sleep. At the castle, he would be given to Iria to prepare and tomorrow night Ashare would marry him to Quatre. All that remained was the consummation. Considering the young man's obvious reluctance, Rashid reminded himself to speak with Abdul. The younger hunter knew many useful plant extracts; it would make the experience far more enjoyable and the boy far more willing. Picking the light figure up, Rashid concluded they needed make sure this one ate; every bone in his body stuck out!
End Part 1
Now what do you suppose the wedding night is going to be like? Who are the other "wives"? Will my madness ever end? Find out next time! ;)
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Phoenix
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