08-Jan-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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Also, do NOT be a pathetic idiot and try to blame the list or ADMINs for any irresponsibility of your own. IE. you know you're under 18, your parents would kill you if they found this, and you know that! Guess what? It is not my fault or this list's if you read this! If your parents freak... tell them to grow up and get a life!
Rashid watched quietly as the drug took effect. The dart 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. And he was such a beauty.
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."
So someone had leaked information. It was what Iria had feared all along; few of the women were going to play fair. The sisters would choose someone and then warn them; if they could not be caught, Quatre would forfeit his end of the agreement. As it was, the young Master only had a week to take this drugged youth to his bed.
Arina had chosen a very willing female named Dorothy, but after one night with the woman, Quatre swore never to go near the creature again. His sister was livid. She kept yelling that the girl would produce wonderful heirs. A moan pulled Rashid's attention back to the alley and its occupant.
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, the juice of a certain plant should be slipped to him; 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!
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