19-Feb-2001
Disclaimer: I don't own GW. I'm poor. Go bug someone with money since that is all you care about. This story is for entertainment only. It has NCS, some lemon, evil Duo, naked Duo, and stuff that may offend. It is also kind of short as I am in a LOT of pain and may end up in the hospital soon....stupid icy driveway! If you can't deal, don't read.
Servants watched as a pale, almost ghost-like figure walked down the hall towards the bridal chamber. Nothing like the proud, golden man they were used to. As Lord Quatre reached the door, his assembled sisters bowed deeply, more than a few blanching at his appearance. Few of the women had seen him since the Pact was made and none expected such a drastic change. No one saw the satisfied smile on Arina's face, however. For her, life was perfect.
"I hope you enjoy my little gift, brother," she said, her voice dripping poisonous honey.
Even the sternest of her supporters gasped at that. Quatre merely shrugged and entered the room, firmly closing it behind him. Though not before sounds of struggle reached the hall.
Arina turned and marched down the hall, missing the stunned and angry stares sent her way. Talbia, the youngest female, glared at those allied with the cold creature.
"You're killing him," she hissed. "How can you do this? How can anyone be so..so..bitchy?"
A couple giggled, but the majority just stared. Talbia was a shy, retiring, child, hardly over the age of sixteen who tended to blush if someone said darn too loudly. Not once in all those years had she so much as raised her voice, much less used a foul word. If their brother's appearance shocked them, their sister's outburst disturbed them. Glaring darkly, the young lady turned and stormed down the hall in the opposite direction Arina had taken. All the women paused. The choice was clear. Time seemed to freeze as sides were taken one last time.
Inside the room, Lord Quatre swayed and had to clutch as the door as he closed it. The cruelty being displayed by some members of his family struck a deep blow to his heart. He further sagged when he took in the events on the bridal bed.
Abdul and Rashid pinned his future "bride's" hands and legs, while Iria used her hands to force his jaw open and Sally poured a goblet full of something down his throat. All four then kept him still and nose and mouth closed. After much thrashing, the boy swallowed the liquid, a look of terror on his young face.
"That's the last one," Sally breathed. For the first time, the blond ruler noticed two other goblets on the floor.
"Are you sure this won't hurt him, Abdul?" Iria went on. They hadn't noticed his entrance.
"All the potions will do is relax him, make him more suggestible so he won't fight the marriage, and the last one will take affect in about two hours." He smiled a little. "That one will make him very eager for Master Quatre." The violet-eyed youth fought like a madman after the proclamation. The four once again busied themselves with keeping him still. Exasperated, Abdul finally pulled a pair of scarves from his pocket and ordered the others to turn their captive over. Then he tied the boy's arms and legs, looping one scarf through the other so all his limbs were pulled together behind his back.
"If he touches me," his soon-to-be "wife" growled, "I'll kill him. I swear it."
Rashid picked the boy up by his neck so fast no one had a chance to stop him. "If you so much a bruise my Master, boy, I will have you begging to die. This is an honor you have been granted. Act like it."
"Honor?" the young man sneered. "To be hunted down? Drugged? Talked about like I'm not even here? Taken against my will? Common street whores are treated better." Each sentence made the gathered group flinch. "I will not bed your precious master. I will not live caged and doped for his pleasure. Kill me now or regret it till the end of your days!"
The raw hate pouring off the thief was staggering, yet he couldn't hold on to it against the drugs. His struggles slowed and terror replaced the anger.
"I won't be a whore," the boy ground out again, though the words were slurred. "Rather die. Rather die."
When the youth finally ceased movement, Rashid placed him once more on the bed. Tears filled Quatre's eyes.
"Quatre must never know this boy is a virgin," Iria said at some length. "He must never know what you discovered, Abdul."
"Surely, he will guess it." Sally put in.
"No," Abdul sighed. "When he awakes, logical thought will be impossible. The only thing he'll do is whatever he's told and he'll do it willingly. By the time the ceremony is over, the last drug will have begun to work and all he'll be interested in is letting Master Quatre claim him. The youth'll be begging for it."
"It's settled then, we will...." The rest of her words died as she turned and found her little brother at the door. The expression his face and the tears in his eyes telling her how much had been heard.
Her sudden silence drew all of them to turn. All went to their knees, but Quatre didn't trust his voice enough to tell them to rise. Silence reigned until a frightened whimper from the bed shattered it.
"Prepare my bride for the ceremony," The young Lord just barely whispered. "And if I ever hear of any one keeping information from me, I will turn you over to my father's Ministers for correction." Ignoring the horrified expressions, he quickly left the room, thankful his sisters were gone.
The blond Lord quickly went to his own quarters and prepared. The ceremony would take place in forty minutes and be about an hour long. It was supposed to be two people in love proclaiming themselves to all gathered, but this was going to be a sham. Just as the others had been. Not even the women truly loved him. This was about power and revenge when it should be about passion and respect.
The one bright spot was Trowa. Soon he could be with his beloved. That thought focused him; hell itself didn't appear impossible if his lover were on the other side. Yet, as time went on, the knowledge soothed him less and less. How many people was he going to hurt to keep Trowa? Why hadn't he noticed the cruelty lurking in his family before? Was he capable of it?
A knock as his door alerted the ruler. The Ceremony of Joining was about to start.
His young "bride" had to be helped to Quatre's side; the poor boy could barely walk and kept giggling madly. When Ashare finished the Holy Words, their bond would be permanent; no matter where the longhaired man went, Lord Quatre would always be able to track him down. After the Bonding, the newlyweds would retire to the Bridal Chamber where the final part of the ceremony would be held and the last part of the Pact upheld.
To prove he was being honest, Quatre had to make love to his bride in front of witnesses. His last wife loved it and all but turned his stomach every time he thought of her. Despite Arina's claims that the woman would produce wonderful heirs, the Lord refused to touch her again. Being with drugged lovers was bad enough, yet that female was a thousand times worse.
The woman, called Dorothy, loved having an audience; she threw herself into their lovemaking noisily, but through the entire night, the cold, calculating look in her eyes never faded. It was like having sex with a demoness, always waiting for the moment to strike. Afterwards, when the witnesses had gone, the creature dared to ask him to drug his male wives so she could enjoy them any time she wanted. As soon as he could, he was banishing her to some remote outpost.
Hearing the final words of the binding spoken and feeling the tie begin, the blond turned. He knew the way to the chamber by heart now. Tonight, Iria, Rashid, Abdul, and Arina, as was her right as chooser, would witness his crime against the violet-eyed youth. The two men in question hurried ahead. The hunters ensured nothing went wrong.
"His name is Duo," Iria said softly into his ear. "I know you didn't really hear anything Ashare said."
Nodding absently, Quatre continued pulling into himself. So the name of the boy he was about to take against his will was Duo. What was that to him? Did it make things any easier? Did it stop him from committing this sin? He held back as the witnesses entered the chamber. Gathering his resolve, the ruler straightened his shoulders.
The first thing he saw upon walking through the door was his bride laying spread out and naked on the bed with what looked like a waterfall of chestnut silk under him. The whole picture was unbearable attractive until one gazed into those hazy violet depths; no one could mistake the glazed look for anything but drugged.
Stripping as he went, Quatre approached the bed, ignoring the four people flanking it. The boy, Duo, glanced up at him, a whimper slipping past his lips. He tried to turn on his side, perhaps to escape the bed, but Rashid caught him and pushed him onto his back once more.
By the time, the Lord reached the bed, the final part of Abdul's mixture began to show itself. An erection slowly grew between Duo's legs and he watched it with stunned horror. For just a few moments, the amethyst orbs were clear before again being consumed by the potions.
Quatre crawled on the bed, movements mechanical, as if he were no longer in control; he certainly didn't feel in control. If it were up to him, the men forced into this would take him, but the law stated the bride must be the one penetrated. Should he allow anything but his claiming the "brides" his kingdom would be turned over to one of his many cousins. Only "true men" could lead. A outdated concept so hated by the young Lord, he would have destroyed it long ago if not for the council of his Ministers. Now, with the Pact in place, he was helpless to do so. His vicious sisters would undoubtedly take it as a sign and try to make things even worse. So he was forced to violate Duo and others. To keep his kingdom and attain his beloved. And it was killing him all the same.
Duo , seeing his "husband" moving toward him, tired to gain control of his limbs enough to get away. The best he could accomplish was to curl into a ball. Quatre merely gripped an ankle and pulled the struggling young man under him. Locking eyes with his "wife" the Lord arched his back and ground their erections together. The action was repeated until both of them were writhing. Giving one last hard thrust, the blond took them into release.
"Very nice brother," Arina sneered. "But you haven't claimed your bride."
Not bothering to comment, he held out a hand and Rashid placed a small jar in it. Coating one finger, the Master of half the world quickly worked it inside his lover before the chestnut haired youth could get past the pleasure of a moment ago.
Duo jumped and resumed struggling. Quatre couldn't help but an admire a spirit able to fight past Abdul's drugs. So far, only the Crimson Guardsman had such strength. Quickly, the blond used his other hand to caress his partner's flesh; creating a many good sensations as possible. The touches combined with the things in his blood pushed the thief into the realm of instinct once more until he was rocking his body on the finger inside him, eager for more.
Taking a great deal of time to stretch his "wife" drew complaints from Arina. Quatre ignored them. However, he could not delay for long. The drugs worked fast, but also burned off fast. Gathering himself, the Lord replaced his fingers and fully claimed his wife.
Hate and love warred in the young man. The Bond allowed him to see the shining soul contained by Duo's body and he loved the kindness and courage he saw there. Yet, he hated doing this to him, taking him without his consent. Forcing his mind to forget where he was and what he was doing, Quatre thrust again and again. Under him, the young "bride" alternated between sobs and moans. Gently stroking Duo's erection, he triggered the boy's climax and his own.
At the moment he came, the ruler's empathy slipped his control and he felt everything around him. The self-loathing and despair of his new wife; the pity from Iria; the careful compassion from his hunters. Lastly, he felt immense satisfaction from Arina. Knowing the sudden strength caused by a completed Bond would abandon him shortly, Quatre summoned his telepathy and invaded her mind.
"This is what you get," she was crowing silently. "This is what you get little gutter trash. No one insults me. No one!"
A cold feeling came over the psychic's heart then. How dare that little bitch use him like this? How dare she force him to rape a boy whose only crime was telling the truth? Turning cold eyes on his once sister, Lord Quatre spoke.
"Rashid, take Arina to her quarters and have her and Mistress Dorothy pack. They are going to Relat Island."
"But, Brother," the woman turned the title into an insult, "you forget. Tomorrow, Duke Forgo comes to take me back to his kingdom as bride for his son Nikki."
"No you forget," the harshness of Quatre's voice made everyone take a step back. None had seen him like this before. "I decide when you are mature enough to marry. You and Dorothy will prepare the Island for a royal visit. Without servants. If I like what I see, you may yet gain a husband."
"My Lord," Rashid hesitantly interrupted. "The Island stronghold has not been used in over ten years, since your father's death. While there are no dangerous beasts there, it would be a massive undertaking to clean the place."
"And," Iria backed him up, "Duke Fargo will be very disappointed if no bride awaits him."
"Introduce him to Talbia. I think he will like her much better." Quatre reasoned, his voice still deadly cold. "And she is but a year younger than his son. I am certain he will be agreeable to letting them get to know one another until she makes a choice. Now do as I say and leave us."
Arina launched herself at her brother, but the Hunters stopped her. Calm, empty eyes watched her.
"Good bye, dear sister." It sounded amazingly final. When all the witnesses were gone, the Lord turned to the only other person there.
Duo lay curled into a fetal ball, crying silently. The drugs left his too open to stop the emotions tearing through him. All his control was gone and only pain and humiliation were left. He felt his new "husband's" arms surround him. Even drugged, Duo wanted to fight, yell, scream, or just tear at the man who'd taken something precious from him, but he had no strength left. So he let the man hold him, make his attempts at soothing, eventually faking sleep just to get the man to leave. Instead, Lord Quatre began to unburden his heart to the sleeping youth.
Mixing his own tears with Duo's, the ruler sobbed out his story. Of meeting Trowa and the sudden unbearable hunger the tall man brought out. The thought of losing him caused the most terrible pain to eat at his soul, driving him all but insane. It was as if the man belonged here. He also spoke of the Pact and his shock at the way his sisters choose people. He never wanted to take anyone who wasn't willing, but if he lost Trowa.....nothing could be worse than that; except this was killing him. His soul. His mind. His hope. In the end, his beloved might be his, but would there be anything left of the man Trowa fell in love with?
At long last, the words and tears stopped and the Lord left. Duo starred at the wall for a long time. The word Soulbond kept running through his thoughts. Once, long ago, before he became a street rat, he'd had a family and best friend, Solo. Whenever Solo was around, Duo felt complete, like nothing could ever come between them. His mother took him aside one day and explained why.
Soulbonds occurred when two or more parts of the same soul found each other again. Yet, such reunions did not always lead to happiness. In adults, the bond demanded completeness, a physical joining of all parts. Many could not accept such a thing and history was rife with examples of individuals who killed themselves rather than surrender. To fight the bond brought only agony and madness, but to assent did not guarantee happiness. When he was older, the bond would begin to demand Solo and he become more than friends. Society might frown on the union. They may not feel that way about each other. Yet it would matter little for the bond would eat at them until they complied or were driven insane by the pain of denial. With this said, she let him out to play. He would only understand when he grew up.
The matter was decided the next year during a plague. Solo died in Duo's arms. For days, suffering beyond anything he'd ever known wracked his body and heart. He willed himself to follow Solo, but his mother's sobs and calls to not leave her proved undeniable. So Duo lived and saw his mother murdered not three months later. There were times he hated life.
Late into the night, the young thief considered all he heard and learned. He could easily despise the Lord Quatre for what was done. However, knowing what a Soulbond could be like, he couldn't blame him much. To refuse your own soul? To wallow in pain so deep oblivion looked good? How many people would choose that? Would he do any different? Sighing, Duo tried to sleep. In the morning there would be time enough to figure out if he should kill his "husband" or not.
End Part 2
Phoenix
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