Author's notes: n.n Back again!!! Part 7 Mwahhaha. When will the madness
stop?!?!?!? And if anyone was wondering, Petdoc is an inside joke between
me and Hirro, which is why the alternate part 6 is up, free from sillyness.
This fic was started as a joke, and now..well. Mwah xD
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Everything was as close to normal as could be until that one day when Rao appeared in Van's room one early morning.
Van sat up in his bed, blinking rapidly to ease the sleep from his eyes. Yes, it seemed Rao was actually there, he was no waking dream. He stayed silent, looking warily over at the younger servant boy; he knew what news the boy brought.
"Good morning Master Van." The boy greeted the young king cheerfully. "Well, you probably know why I'm here. Let's get you ready." Van groaned softly, sifting through his hair, scowling at the bed covers; but he complied, jumping out of bed to follow the young page.
Several hours later, Van kneeled on the floor, dressed in a flowing red kimono, one, he sniffed, that a girl might be caught wearing. A green dragon was woven into the silk, but other than that, the article of clothing was plain. How ironic, he thought to himself. That he was wearing red with a dragon, both symbols of his country. "Oh Master Van, you look wonderful! We received this today, specially ordered for you from your new owner."
"Do you know anything about him?" Van asked absentmindedly, playing with the hem of his kimono.
"Well," the boy started, looking sheepishly at the ground. "I know you aren't going to be happy with this Master Van, maybe you should wait and find out for yourself." Van glanced at the page out of the corner of his eye.
"Do I.. know this person?"
"Perhaps. Oh Van, don't be mad. It's Dilandau-sama who's going to visit you. I didn't want to tell you, and now you know why." The boy on the ground froze, fists clenching in anger.
"So it wasn't enough to humiliate me by sending me to this whore house, but now he has to come here to see it for himself. Just to rub in my face, most likely." He began trembling with anger, bangs low over his eyes hiding them from view. The page wisely stayed quiet, hanging back towards the door. He bit his lip, not knowing quite what to say to the other caught in a fit of rage.
"I'll leave you to your thoughts sir, good bye." He bowed before quickly exiting the room, leaving Van kneeling on the floor, who collapsed as soon as he heard the door close. "Why." He sobbed. "Was I born to be tormented?" He lay there on the floor, shoulders shaking with his sobs and cries of self-pity, until he fell into a fitful sleep.
The double doors opened soundlessly, and a figure dressed in armor entered the room, his burgundy eyes seeming to glow in the darkness. He smiled smugly as the sleeping Van caught his eye, walking forwards to stand over the figure, before landing a swift kick to the boy's ribs.
Van woke with a start at the flashing pain from his chest, and instinctively curled up to save himself from more abuse.
"Good morning sleeping beauty." The intruder hissed, dragging the disoriented Van to his feet.
"D..Dilandau?"
"You sound surprised. Didn't they tell you I was arriving today?" He gave the boy a sadistic smirk, looking him over once before closing the distance between them. "And don't even think about fighting back. It wouldn't be to your advantage." Van grit his teeth, angry at his helplessness, he couldn't fight back, he'd just be overpowered. Dilandau grabbed the boys chin, tilting his face upwards to meet his gaze.
"You look very nice Van, that kimono suites you well. It brings out your feminine side." He then began to laugh softly to himself, oblivious to the glare the boy was giving him. Van stayed silent, not trusting himself to utter any sane words right now besides threats of death and revenge. He knew that this would only bring punishment, something that he still feared from the taller boy in the back of his mind. "You don't wish to talk Van- sama? Fine then, I'm not one for wasting time." With that, the boy shoved the key into the wall, knocking the breath from his lungs. Before he had time to recover, the captain pinned his shoulders against the wall, grabbing the boy's mouth in a violent kiss, biting the boy's lower lip hard enough to draw blood. He drew one knee up to part the other's legs, high enough so that it seemed Van was sitting on the other's knee. He gasped into his enemies mouth, struggling against him in vain, trying to get away from his attacker. Dilandau ignored the boy's weak protests, moving one hand down to rub in between the young slave's legs, smirking at the growing hardness he found. Van closed his eyes tight, angry at himself, angry at his traitorous body that reacted to the other's touch against his will.
"You lose Van. How does it feel to be utterly humiliated? This is the way I felt when you scarred my face, my beautiful face. But I've taken my revenge Van, something you will never have." He began laughing at the boy's expression of horror, bringing his other hand down to caress his chest. Van felt the hot tears of defeat form behind his eyelids, and then splash down his cheeks as he let out a soft sob. This only brought a grin to the captain's face, who leaned over to lick at one tear that lazily made it's way down his left cheek. "Don't cry Van, you'll need your energy. Believe me, you'll need your energy." The boy didn't respond, but tried to distract himself by thinking of the most un-erotic things. Like the emperor for an example. He mentally shuddered, that was just.. Gross. He was suddenly dragged back into reality as he felt something warm and wet encircle him. down there. He opened his eyes wide, to see Dilandau kneeling before him, and he let out a small, involuntary groan.
"N..no.. Stop.." He could almost see the other smirking smugly at him, but, his mouth was quite full at the moment. Van shivered, gritting his teeth, determined not to make a sound. He leaned backwards into the wall, trying to think of anything but that mouth, but oh gods, that felt good. He moaned softly through gritted teeth, clawing at his own skin with his nails, writhing at the double sensations of pain and pleasure that bombarded his senses.
"S..s..sto.p..s.to..p.. S..Ahhhhh" The warmth radiating from the boy's groin intensified, now climaxing into a burning white heat. The boy yelped as the pleasure engulfed him totally, making him oblivious to everything but the blinding mix of guilt and good. "I just swallowed for you, bitch." Dilandau smirked, leaning in to give the boy another kiss, letting him taste himself in his mouth. "Now, It's my turn."
Van woke the next morning, sore, bleeding, and covered in various bodily fluids. He let out a shaky breath as memories of last night's events flooded his mind. He coaxed his aching muscles to move him out of bed, and into the bathing pool, his muscles relaxing in the warm water. After his bath, he felt one hundred percent better, so he clothed himself, and walked out of his room, and down to the main hall. As he rounded a corner, he was suddenly ran into by a figure obviously in a rush. . . .
Suggestions, I know this story sucks major a$$ xD But ish funny.
Suggestions, my imagination is too little u.u Also.I need an editor :D Because my writing's bad, and it needs finishing touches n.n I'm trying to be professional xD xD xD I'm insane n.n
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Everything was as close to normal as could be until that one day when Rao appeared in Van's room one early morning.
Van sat up in his bed, blinking rapidly to ease the sleep from his eyes. Yes, it seemed Rao was actually there, he was no waking dream. He stayed silent, looking warily over at the younger servant boy; he knew what news the boy brought.
"Good morning Master Van." The boy greeted the young king cheerfully. "Well, you probably know why I'm here. Let's get you ready." Van groaned softly, sifting through his hair, scowling at the bed covers; but he complied, jumping out of bed to follow the young page.
Several hours later, Van kneeled on the floor, dressed in a flowing red kimono, one, he sniffed, that a girl might be caught wearing. A green dragon was woven into the silk, but other than that, the article of clothing was plain. How ironic, he thought to himself. That he was wearing red with a dragon, both symbols of his country. "Oh Master Van, you look wonderful! We received this today, specially ordered for you from your new owner."
"Do you know anything about him?" Van asked absentmindedly, playing with the hem of his kimono.
"Well," the boy started, looking sheepishly at the ground. "I know you aren't going to be happy with this Master Van, maybe you should wait and find out for yourself." Van glanced at the page out of the corner of his eye.
"Do I.. know this person?"
"Perhaps. Oh Van, don't be mad. It's Dilandau-sama who's going to visit you. I didn't want to tell you, and now you know why." The boy on the ground froze, fists clenching in anger.
"So it wasn't enough to humiliate me by sending me to this whore house, but now he has to come here to see it for himself. Just to rub in my face, most likely." He began trembling with anger, bangs low over his eyes hiding them from view. The page wisely stayed quiet, hanging back towards the door. He bit his lip, not knowing quite what to say to the other caught in a fit of rage.
"I'll leave you to your thoughts sir, good bye." He bowed before quickly exiting the room, leaving Van kneeling on the floor, who collapsed as soon as he heard the door close. "Why." He sobbed. "Was I born to be tormented?" He lay there on the floor, shoulders shaking with his sobs and cries of self-pity, until he fell into a fitful sleep.
The double doors opened soundlessly, and a figure dressed in armor entered the room, his burgundy eyes seeming to glow in the darkness. He smiled smugly as the sleeping Van caught his eye, walking forwards to stand over the figure, before landing a swift kick to the boy's ribs.
Van woke with a start at the flashing pain from his chest, and instinctively curled up to save himself from more abuse.
"Good morning sleeping beauty." The intruder hissed, dragging the disoriented Van to his feet.
"D..Dilandau?"
"You sound surprised. Didn't they tell you I was arriving today?" He gave the boy a sadistic smirk, looking him over once before closing the distance between them. "And don't even think about fighting back. It wouldn't be to your advantage." Van grit his teeth, angry at his helplessness, he couldn't fight back, he'd just be overpowered. Dilandau grabbed the boys chin, tilting his face upwards to meet his gaze.
"You look very nice Van, that kimono suites you well. It brings out your feminine side." He then began to laugh softly to himself, oblivious to the glare the boy was giving him. Van stayed silent, not trusting himself to utter any sane words right now besides threats of death and revenge. He knew that this would only bring punishment, something that he still feared from the taller boy in the back of his mind. "You don't wish to talk Van- sama? Fine then, I'm not one for wasting time." With that, the boy shoved the key into the wall, knocking the breath from his lungs. Before he had time to recover, the captain pinned his shoulders against the wall, grabbing the boy's mouth in a violent kiss, biting the boy's lower lip hard enough to draw blood. He drew one knee up to part the other's legs, high enough so that it seemed Van was sitting on the other's knee. He gasped into his enemies mouth, struggling against him in vain, trying to get away from his attacker. Dilandau ignored the boy's weak protests, moving one hand down to rub in between the young slave's legs, smirking at the growing hardness he found. Van closed his eyes tight, angry at himself, angry at his traitorous body that reacted to the other's touch against his will.
"You lose Van. How does it feel to be utterly humiliated? This is the way I felt when you scarred my face, my beautiful face. But I've taken my revenge Van, something you will never have." He began laughing at the boy's expression of horror, bringing his other hand down to caress his chest. Van felt the hot tears of defeat form behind his eyelids, and then splash down his cheeks as he let out a soft sob. This only brought a grin to the captain's face, who leaned over to lick at one tear that lazily made it's way down his left cheek. "Don't cry Van, you'll need your energy. Believe me, you'll need your energy." The boy didn't respond, but tried to distract himself by thinking of the most un-erotic things. Like the emperor for an example. He mentally shuddered, that was just.. Gross. He was suddenly dragged back into reality as he felt something warm and wet encircle him. down there. He opened his eyes wide, to see Dilandau kneeling before him, and he let out a small, involuntary groan.
"N..no.. Stop.." He could almost see the other smirking smugly at him, but, his mouth was quite full at the moment. Van shivered, gritting his teeth, determined not to make a sound. He leaned backwards into the wall, trying to think of anything but that mouth, but oh gods, that felt good. He moaned softly through gritted teeth, clawing at his own skin with his nails, writhing at the double sensations of pain and pleasure that bombarded his senses.
"S..s..sto.p..s.to..p.. S..Ahhhhh" The warmth radiating from the boy's groin intensified, now climaxing into a burning white heat. The boy yelped as the pleasure engulfed him totally, making him oblivious to everything but the blinding mix of guilt and good. "I just swallowed for you, bitch." Dilandau smirked, leaning in to give the boy another kiss, letting him taste himself in his mouth. "Now, It's my turn."
Van woke the next morning, sore, bleeding, and covered in various bodily fluids. He let out a shaky breath as memories of last night's events flooded his mind. He coaxed his aching muscles to move him out of bed, and into the bathing pool, his muscles relaxing in the warm water. After his bath, he felt one hundred percent better, so he clothed himself, and walked out of his room, and down to the main hall. As he rounded a corner, he was suddenly ran into by a figure obviously in a rush. . . .
Suggestions, I know this story sucks major a$$ xD But ish funny.
Suggestions, my imagination is too little u.u Also.I need an editor :D Because my writing's bad, and it needs finishing touches n.n I'm trying to be professional xD xD xD I'm insane n.n