For longer than forever
A Gravitation Fanfic
By: StarSweeper
Pairing: Shuichi X Yuki
An Everlasting Vow
Chapter 3
Author's Notes: Okay this is the next chapter for this series. It seems that the fates are against me when it comes to writing this story. I am soo terribly sorry to those who do like this story so far and my busy schedule and laziness that prevent faster updates. I know I have been on a long hiatus, mostly due to my last couple years at college. It was hectic there for a while. Then I had lost a bunch of chapters to my story. After writing my second chapter I did have a third started...which I miss-placed. After that I just didn't feel the pressing need to continue this story for a while. Though I NEVER thought of not finishing it...it was just on the back burner for a while.
I have to declare that I am a reader more then a writer. But like many there is a time when the pressing need to get a story out of my mind. So here I am writing again...from scratch...again. However, hopefully this story will be able to evolve as I want it too since I know have a little more time to write then I did before. And please...please... please forgive my tardiness. I know...I am really really late with the updates.
PS…I had some trouble downloading the html file and instead have used a .doc file. Hope this works out okay for everyone.
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He stood silently, watching everything that went on around him. He had been sold from one hell hole to another. Now he was being presented before his new master; the High Prince. On other planets he would be recognized as a king of the people. However, unlike on other planets where there were often more then one ruler, on this planet only one reigned supreme.
Yuki looked down upon the shackles that barred any excessive movement. No longer was he considered to be a sentient being…but now an object. A beautiful plaything for the powerful man that sat before him. This was the type of man who everyone bowed and scraped too. Whether it was out of loyalty, fear, or respect; they didn't have a choice. He was the one who gave the commands...the one in control of everything and everyone.
He looked perfectly at ease with the half dressed men and women who surrounded him. They were there to serve his every need…whatever he wished was his for the taking. Who ever he wished for was his…including him. Yuki silently shivered in disgust. He hated his subjugation worse then anything. He hated everything and everyone he saw. Silently he took note of those around him. He would remember well those who where deserving of his retribution…and those deserving of his mercy…if he had any left.
The high prince was clothed in the finest karilli. The material itself was as fine as silk and worth more then his weight in the current currency of the land, Challi. The billowy material was draped softly around the prince's lithe body in multiple hues of blues that contrasted stunningly with his fair complexion. The material left nothing to the imagination, leaving everything visible to anyone willing to take a closer look, but there for propriety's sake.
The barely hidden bulge is what infuriated Yuki even more. He knew what he was here for. He was here to pleasure this man, to make his every wish and desire come true. He was simply a plaything that would amuse the High Prince. He was King among these people. What he chose to do was law…what he chose to wear was for him to decide… and who he owned was no one's business but his own.
He had himself draped among the many pillows that surrounded his throne. His pale blond hair, so light it was almost silver, was stylishly cut to add to his air of authority. His cold, calculating eyes stared at his new possession in an assessing way. They took in every inch of bared flesh, and more.
A devilish smirk grace the high prince's perfect porcelain features as he appraised his new toy. Yuki stood before the Prince in nothing more than a poor version of what could be considered a loin cloth. It barely covered his manhood, instead tightly cupping him and outlining the very intimate parts of him. The sides were tied around the narrow bones of his hips and rode dangerously close to falling off due to his recent weight loss. However, he was fortunate that when he was dressed the strings were tied tightly and right in the crevice of his hipbone and the muscle definition that remained, right above it.
What bothered him most about the scrap of material was that it rode up his ass in the back. Those who stood behind him took in the full sight of his backside, his firm buttocks which dimpled on the sides adding to their muscular definition. He was certain that if one looked close enough or low enough they would be able to faintly make out the underside of his sac and the tip of his penis. He had even heard the lusty sighs that were emitted when he walked in to be presented to his master. Yuki would not be surprised if this man would willing share him with the highest bidder or person he wished to most impress once he was done with him.
It was not going to be the worst humiliation he would be forced to endure while in this man's custody, this he knew. His captors had informed him of everything that was expected of him while he was the property of the High Prince. They had told him in very specific detail what duties he would be required to do. After days of listening to the stories and instructions about what would please the High Prince, nothing ceased to amaze him.
Yuki's mind returned to the man who sat before him. The eyes of the man, and everyone else in the room, took in his willowy form, the way his flesh clung to his sides. He had been without food for days. Their riveted gazes felt like invisible cold fingers intimately tracing his body, and he didn't like it one bit. Their eyes traced the faint lines that marred his beautifully pale flesh; accounting for his numerous lessons to become the subservient he was today. They were beginning to fade but still noticeable against his pale flesh. He had once been golden in complexion, but months away from sunlight, locked in the deepest recesses of that decaying building had taken their toll.
He was now a ghostly, white. He was sure that he looked sickly to everyone in the room and was almost certain the prince would have sent him back if it wasn't for the rarity of his race and the stunning beauty, grace, and confidence that he exuded. He was almost certain that was probably what attracted the man the most. He was probably also captivated by the menace that hung around Yuki like a second skin, with his burnt amber eyes which defied everyone around him. He had that air about him that exuded a fierce determination and defiance that the prince would love the break given the chance. The prince raised one pale eyebrow in mocking challenge of his defiant stance.
Yuki merely continued to stare, keeping his emotions hidden and his face as cold as ice. He was sure that the ones who had captured him had assured his new master that the marks would disappear in a couple of days. No permanent damage was done to one as priceless as him. He was a fine collector's piece among the current slaves on the market. One of his kind was very rare to capture…they did not thrive well within captivity.
Many would have chosen death by now, but not him. He had something to live for…something that kept him sane during his torturous lessons in servitude and lessons to please his new masters. It was his rage that kept him alive and his promise for revenge. It is what kept him warm at night. The fact that he would gain the justice that had been denied him and his mate. He would make this arrogant King pay for thinking he could contain one such as he.
Nothing would stand in his way…he had a plan. One that would work from the look on the face of the man who was to be his new master. The man that would remain nameless to him, except for the name of Master. His master looked upon him as a child would upon a sweet he acquired in a candy shop…a very delicious one.
The thought almost made Yuki shiver again in disgust. He knew what this man had in store for him and knew he would not like it. It wasn't the fact that his master was a man…his preference had always run more toward men then women. It was the aura that surrounded the man that made him want to shiver. The look in his eyes told him everything he needed to know about who his master really was.
Those cold eyes which spoke volumes to the inner nature of the man lying casually before him. This man belied his true nature with his delicate outward looks, and quiet direct voice…but Yuki knew better. He was a conniving man who got his way no matter what. Those who stood in his way were destroyed without a second thought. He was used to getting what he wanted and cared very little about anything other then pleasing himself.
The High Prince's cold smile told Yuki everything he needed to know. It was a smile of smugness and complete satisfaction...of victory. The Prince slowly rose from his seated position to inspect his new property. He knew he was going to get extreme satisfaction breaking this man in… his pretty little pet. Though 'little' was not a word the Prince could realistically use while referring to his new pleasure slave. The man towered over him by a good foot and from what he could make out through the frail cloth that covered his slave, he would have long hours of pleasure. At his thoughts, the Prince lightly ran his tongue over his lips in expectation.
He had been told that the slave was still untried where it counted. He would be the first to truly break in this lovely creature, and that thought is what excited him the most. True, he would have to put a little meat back onto the boney creature that stood before him, but he would leave him hungry enough to keep him weak and putty in his hand. It was all part of the training and making his pleasure slave obedient and asking for more.
The Prince approached his new treasure and placed his hand on the Unarian's collar bone, leisurely running his hand down the man's chest. Taking the time to circle his nipples, one at a time, before tailing his fingers lightly down his stomach to edge around the strip of cloth hanging dangerously low on his lean hips. He was sorely tempted to let his wandering fingers delve further, to explore the secrets that were being kept hidden from him, but resisted. This was neither the time nor place for such things. He would be the first to see this man. Afterwards, he would care less who saw him, it was the principle of the matter, that as the High Prince he would see his treasure first and with no one else present.
Looking up into the man's eyes he could feel the anger radiating off him. He could also feel behind the anger, the frustration the man felt at being utterly helpless in the situation he was in. This is what turned the High Prince on the most. Being able to have complete power and control over others. To decide their fate with so much as a simple hand gesture. It was the power he loved the most and it was the only thing that was capable of exciting him. He was pleased to learn that his new pleasure slave could take a little pain, because he was more then happy to give it to him.
Swiftly taking hold of his slave's chin he angled the beautifully sculpted face down to his. Breathing softly through his nose he took in the man's scent. It was intoxicating, nothing he had ever experienced before. If he thought he was hard before it was nothing compared to now.
Looking the slave straight in the eye he huskily whispered his first thoughts, "you wish you could kill me, don't you. I can see the hatred in your eyes and feel your detestation and loathing brushing against me as I approached you. But don't worry, I take no offense. It is to be expected of first time slaves. The unfairness and injustice of it all. But soon you will begin to feel differently. You will learn in time to love my touch and taste. Of this I can assure you."
With that said the emperor released Yuki and waved an elegant hand in the direction of his guards, "take him to my private bed chambers and prepare him for me."
Yuki only growled as the men approached him, taking an arm in each hand and physically leading him from the room, to the chambers of the one person he new he would learn to loath and despise most in the universe. The one who truly deserved his rage and would be the first to taste the deliciousness of his revenge.
To Be Continued….