Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Captivation (formerly The Spoils of War) ❯ Chapter Eight: Death and a Dinner Party Part II ( Chapter 8 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Once all the guests had been seated around the table, Lord Tatsuha called for the meal to begin. He stood and raised his wine glass in a ceremonial toast to his late father.
“A toast to my father, the late King Aescal.” He said solemnly. The others around the table stood and repeated his toast. “To the King!” they said in unison.
As servants filed past filling glasses and plates, the twenty or so moderately armed and lavishly adorned royal guards seated around the table began to break into their own conversational groups with those around them. Prince Varrin Ruvale, the enigmatic, soft-spoken heir apparent to the throne of Thoris V, was seated as the guest of honour to Tatsuha’s right. He pressed long, gloved fingers together in front of his elegantly sculpted face, trying his best to seem remorseful, even though he hardly knew his host, or his late father. Lutanum and Thoris V were frequent trading partners and because Varrin’s cruiser had been within range of the Neela when word had reached his father of King Aescal’s death, the man had insisted that Varrin play diplomat for a change and dock to pay respects on behalf of their people.

Prince Varrin cleared his throat and spread his hands in a benevolent gesture. His lengthy pearlescent-white hair fell in artful waves over his face, obscuring the left side from view.
“Lord Tatsuha, my father sends his condolences, and hopes that the trade between our two great nations will not be disrupted by this most tragic event.”
Tatsuha waved his hands dismissively.
“Please, please. Call me Tatsuha. All this ‘lord’ business hurts my head.”
Tatsuha smiled dimly as Prince Varrin bowed his head in a gesture of acknowledgement and respect. His father hadn’t even been dead a full day and he was already starting to get bored with the half-felt professions of sympathy he’d been receiving. He sighed and took comfort in running his hand idly through Ryuichi’s hair. The boy was lying on his customary high lounge pillow next to Tatsuha’s chair, his head lolling back against his masters leg sleepily as he sipped a clear pink liquid out of a frosted wine glass.
“Likewise,” the prince replied, “You may call me, Varrin.”

“I do appreciate your kind words, Varrin, be sure to tell your father. As well you can inform him that our current trade agreements should remain un-altered, though regretfully I cannot personally guarantee anything. My older brother Eiri will be assuming the throne, not myself and such matters will fall either to him, or to the consulate.”
He leaned in a bit closer to the visiting prince. “Truthfully, I choose to have as little as possible to do with the court affairs in Acceria.”
“Forgive me, but might I ask why?”
“To speak frankly, my father and I haven’t--hadn’t, been on speaking terms for the last two decades or so and I find my brother to be a hopelessly depressing, self-centered, ass.”
Varrin’s eyes went wide with disbelief. “Surely you can’t mean that.”

“I do, in fact I’m finding it hard to sit around this table and pretend to be upset about my father’s passing when I’m not. He was even more insufferable than my brother and that is saying quite a bit. You know, I’m actually glad he fell off his wyrm. Serves the old bastard right for taking an open flight during the height of the breeding season.”
He glanced to his right and couldn’t help but laugh when he saw the stricken look on Prince Varrin’s face.

“Oh yes, that’s how he died. Attacked by a wild male mid flight; tried to challenge his mount to a breeding duel. They both fell out of the sky like rocks when the poor beast had a wing bone snapped by the attacker.”
He made a short falling motion with both of his hands and then paused for a moment to eat a bite of his lamb roast.
“I always told him and that idiot brother of mine wyrm keeping is a dangerous hobby, even if you don’t compete in the races or the arena matches. I don’t care what anyone says about the prestige, or glory, the bloody things are unpredictable. I have no idea what people see in those overgrown bath toys.”
Varrin remained silent, his hand unconsciously traveling under his cascading hair to trace the long smooth scar on his face. His fingers followed it up and over the decorative white patch that covered the mass of scar tissue where his left eye had once been. An overly enthusiastic young buck had clawed him down the face and the left side of his torso in excitement over being let into an open air pen when Varrin was fifteen. Despite the accident claiming half his vision and causing nerve damage severe enough to leave his left side permanently weakened, the prince was still very devoted and proud of his wyrms, and was having a hard time deciding how to respond to Lord Tatsuha’s pronounced dislike of them.

“Well, you are certainly entitled to your opinion. I don’t know what the draw is for others, but for me I guess it’s about the passion and exhilaration of it all. True, it’s a lot of work caring for and training a barn full of the spirited beasts, especially for someone like me.” He gestured to his left arm. “It takes even more time if you choose to compete as I do, but in the end the bond that forms is beyond description and it lasts a lifetime.”
He fondled his eye patch with lithe fingers, feeling the dainty pearls and diamond studs that freckled it’s surface.

He smiled, as though remembering a fond memory. “I lost my eye to one of my top winning bucks when I was fifteen. The scars travel straight down to the side of my chest and top of my arm.” He motioned to his chest. He then proceeded to pull his hair to one side, putting his facial scar on display in an uncharacteristic display of trust.
Tatsuha gasped.
The slightly jagged scar started just above his beautifully adorned eye patch, dipped below it and carried down his cheek to disappear under his chin. The line of it just nicked the left hand corner of Varrin’s mouth so that his smile was the tiniest bit lop sided. It didn’t look all that bad actually, but then the prince was very attractive and to Tatsuha it only seemed to add to his fascinating charm. To him, it looked as though someone had taken their finger and dragged it across the pristine surface of a delicious, frosted, cake.

A little un-used to such intense scrutiny up close, Varrin cleared his throat self-consciously and let his hair fall back over his face.
“He’s still in my barn to this day you know, even though he’s very old now and can no longer compete.”
“He did that to you and yet you kept him?”
Varrin nodded and the look on his face said that to have done otherwise would have been unthinkable.

“My father ordered him to be put down after he clawed me that day, but I struggled to keep him even then because I knew he hadn’t meant to hurt me. We’ve enjoyed many victories together in the arena and I think it was our bond that made us into such a winning team. A lot of people would say I’m projecting by accrediting him with feelings, my father included, but ever since that day I have sensed his guilt. Not that he can say he’s sorry, but through his actions I know he is.”
A warm expression spread over the prince’s face. “He’s never fussy when I harness him, though the barn hands have a terrible time of it, and though he can be ill-humoured and stubborn, he is as gentle as a kitten around me; always checking to see where I am so that he doesn’t bump or jostle me too hard or hit me with his wings.”

Tatsuha was a little stunned.
“Please don’t take offence to this, Varrin, but I’d have to say I agree with your father. They’re just animals, after all. I’d have a hard time believing they could show remorse or any sort of feeling for that matter. The steamlings in the bath hall maybe, they seem to be quite in-tune with human emotion, but not their brutish over-sized cousins. Their bodies are too big and their brains are too small, not to mention all the blood that should be going to their heads goes straight out into those massive wings of theirs. They don’t seem to be very connected to anything but their feed troughs.”

Varrin smiled and raised his hands in a gesture that said no harm had been done. “No need to apologize. As I said, a man’s opinions are certainly his own. However, I will always stand by my wyrms. I wouldn’t be able to walk away from them any easier than you could walk away from your life’s passion. It’s something you either have in your blood, or you don’t. No one should find fault in anyone who wasn’t born with the touch.”
The wyrm touch; an ability people claimed to be born with, a sort of inner power over the mighty beasts that calmed them and made them easier to work with. All the great arena champions claimed to have it, but so too did most of the losers who came out of the arena in hospice carriages carrying their dead wyrm’s fangs in their pockets as mementos.

Tatsuha put his wine down and grinned.
“Well, Varrin, I have to admit I didn’t think all that much of you when I first met you, but you certainly stand by your convictions. Even when those convictions have literally bitten you in the ass.” He laughed affectionately and stroked the stem of his wine glass idly.
“You know, I really admire that in a man.” He brought the glass back to his lips, locking eyes with Varrin over it just a bit longer than was socially appropriate. The young prince’s face reddened ever so slightly at the flirtatious gaze. He turned away quickly, pretending to be quite interested in the display of pets to their left.
Tatsuha wasn’t put off by Varrin’s avoidance tactics in the least, he went right along with them, engaging the prince in a discussion about what he found appealing in a potential menagerie acquisition. He was determined now to get Varrin to spend the night on board the Neela; preferably with him, in his bed.
He motioned for one of the servants to fill the prince’s wine glass once more.

Thinking about it, he wasn’t even sure when he’d made the decision to try and seduce his enthralling, unexpected, guest. Not that it mattered to him much however, he’d been in deep space far too long to pass up such a luscious opportunity. When you’re on board a space craft, attractive visitors don’t exactly make a habit of knocking on your front door.

Tatsuha appraised the man with delight in his eyes.
He was soft spoken, somewhat reserved and carried himself with poised, almost delicate, sophistication; he was also strong-willed, and quite resistant to both complement and criticism. Such an odd combination of traits was alluring on their own, but given that the prince was also responding to him in a decidedly bashful manner, he was too much for Tatsuha to resist. He absolutely loved a good chase and Varrin had presented himself as a perfect prey item.
He was wondering what the mans scars would feel like under his tongue when the prince jostled him from his thoughts with a question.
“I’m sorry, what was that? I do apologize it was not my intent to ignore you.”

The prince smirked knowingly. The look on Tatsuha’s face had made his choice of thoughts plain as day, but he said nothing.
“Oh don’t worry about it, you’ve had a very difficult day I’m sure. I was simply asking about those two up on the highest risers. The pink-haired one and that pale, naked little number there just below him.”

Lord Tatsuha clapped the younger man on the shoulder.
“Oh I thought you’d never ask! I’ve been dying to show them off ever since I managed to acquire them. What do you want to know?”
“For starters where on earth did you manage to get that little beauty on the top riser? I know I must be mistaken, but he looks just like an--”
“He is.” Tatsuha interrupted, sounding as pleased with himself as he looked.
“Truly? Where on earth did you managed to find one? I thought they died out centuries ago.”
The dark haired man smiled wryly, holding up a finger. “Ah, but that’s my little secret now isn’t it?”
Varrin turned back to the display feeling slightly disappointed; he was honestly very curious, but he knew better than to pry. An experienced and highly successful slave-trader like Lord Tatsuha wasn’t going to give up his best locations to just anybody, least of all to a visiting prince he barely knew.

Varrin leaned closer. “And that pale, purple haired fellow? Where is he from?”
“He is actually a legal acquisition; I purchased him outright from the judicial system on Jorgund.”
“So, he’s a criminal is what you’re saying?”
“Was a criminal, yes.”
Varrin stared intently at Rune, eyes roaming over the pale expanse of his exposed body.
“And what was his crime?”
Tatsuha swirled the wine in his glass. “Oh, he was just your run-of-the-mill pick-pocket. Had one too many run-ins with the authorities and landed himself in jail at a most opportunistic time; For me, that is. He should sell for quite a handsome amount, as long as the servants can get him to stop biting people.”
“Biting people? My, my…what an interesting pet he’ll make once he’s been trained.”
“Oh, most definitely.”

Varrin turned his attention back to Tatsuha.
“So, you’ve actually been to Jorgund, then?” he asked excitedly.
Tatsuha nodded. “Yes, several times.”
“You are just full of surprises. Tell me, what’s it like there? That’s where my mother was from so I’ve always been curious. Father would never allow me to attempt the voyage, not even to visit Mother’s people when…” he paused, a momentary forlornness overtaking his expression, “when she passed away. But, please, go on. Tell me everything!”

Tatsuha closed his eyes as he summoned up his memories of the tiny planet.
“Well for starters, it’s a fairly warm planet, considering how far out it is. The sunlight is rather dim though, even during the day. All those moons don’t help either, they have a darkening affect on the sky, blocking out huge swatches of light like the sky is made of swiss cheese. It’s a rather pretty sight to behold at night though. The sunlight bounces off them, filling the sky with moonlight. If you have a sturdy set of drapes to block it out, it doesn’t interfere with sleeping, but it can be quite bright on a clear night. What else, what else?” He pretended to ponder for a moment.

“What of the people? What are they like?”

“Ah, the people are splendid. Friendly, if not a bit rough around the edges, and very hospitable. Quite outspoken if I had to say anything about them in general. They have a style of clothing that is quite unique to the planet, a lot of bare midriffs as I recall on both the men and the women. They have a common cloth there made of refined plant fibres that they shear from giant fields of semi-sentient plants native only to Jorgund. I guess they farm them…or ranch them? I’m not sure of the word as the things don’t really move about too much, but at any rate they are quite unique to see up close and even more spectacular from the sky; the great blue fields of them are visible on the inward approach from space. I’m sure you’ve an outfit or two made of Jorgian plant-wool in your wardrobe somewhere?”
Varrin shook his head no, slowly.
Tatsuha was shocked, after all the young man was a prince. “Really? Well I have several hundred bolts of the stuff in the cargo bay, I’ll have to give you a few to take to your tailor. Truly a unique fabric and very luxurious. It’s all the rage with the aristocracy on Lutanum and likewise very expensive…but I digress.”
Varrin laughed quietly and rested his face on his hand, looking very much like a young boy eager to hear more of the story.

“And the people? What do they look like?”
He was most anxious to hear about the mysterious Jorgian people, as not much in the way of correspondence from them ever reached his planet on the opposite end of the galaxy, and his mother was the only one of their kind he had ever know. He thought her to have been exceptionally beautiful, and he had heard that most of the women from Jorgund were, but he wanted to know what Lord Tatsuha’s opinion of them was.

“The people look very exotic to my eyes; exceedingly pale, dark haired and quite beautiful, in my opinion. Their skin is light and scintillating, much like yours.”

Varrin blushed again. All that perfect white skin lit up as though a sunset had fallen from the sky to dust the top of his cheeks.
Tatsuha reached over and put a hand on his arm. Not used to being touched, the prince gasped in surprise and Tatsuha let go. At once the captain of his royal guard was behind him, preparing to draw his sword.
“Stand down, Captain!” Varrin ordered.
“But, Sir--”
“I said stand down, Imre! Do not make me repeat myself.” He turned his head to shoot the man a menacing glare.
“Yes, my prince!” The guard replied quickly, bowing. He sheathed his weapon and backed away to his former location against the serving table, all while keeping a trained eye on Tatsuha’s every move.

Tatsuha took the episode in stride, though the forceful way Varrin had deftly commanded his guard captain had been terribly stimulating. Giving the guard a gracious smile, he returned his hand to the prince’s arm. The look he got in return from the captain was not overly friendly.
Varrin sighed and looked away, embarrassed. “My apologies, but my father--”
Tatsuha waved away his concern. “No apology necessary, I shouldn’t have moved so quickly. He’s just looking out for you, after all.”
“I suppose you’re right.” The prince sounded relieved.
When Varrin returned his gaze to Lord Tatsuha, the man was smiling at him once more, his kind eyes betraying his passion.
Tatsuha carefully leaned in and brought Varrin’s black-gloved hand to his mouth, ignoring the small noise of protest from the abashed prince. He laid a kiss on the back of it gently and lowered his voice. “I hope I’m not overstepping my boundaries, but I find you rather beautiful, Varrin.”

The prince made a derisive noise in his throat and averted his eyes. “You’re just saying that because you know about my mixed heritage. You don’t have to, it’s alright, I know I’m not--”
Tatsuha pulled him closer so they could look each other in the eyes. “I don’t make a habit out of seducing my dinner guests you know. It so happens that I find you arousing in more ways than I can count, and I’ve only just met you.”
Varrin scoffed at him and took his hand back smoothly.
Tatsuha gave an exacerbated sigh and leaned back hard in his chair. “I’ve heard Thorians can be a difficult lot to seduce, but goodness man, can’t you at least try and accept some of the complements I’m throwing at you?”
Varrin laughed shyly because Tatsuha’s tone and expression were so comically frustrated. His face was still flushed a brilliant red, but now not entirely out of embarrassment.
And then, the laughter suddenly stopped. Tatsuha’s piercing grey gaze became focused and serious, causing Varrin’s breath to catch in his throat. For a tense moment neither of them said a word, they simply stared into one another deeply, completely ignoring those around them. Tatsuha leaned forward slowly, bringing their mouths closer and closer together.
Varrin was in a state of near panic, his heart racing inside his chest. He had never been pursued as a bed partner by anyone, much less someone who’s eyes carried such heated intensity. He had been with quite a few male pets, his personal preference, and even a handful of females thrown in for variety, but he’d never had a lover who stood on equal ground with him. Thorians did not find scars or soft mannerisms to be overly attractive; they were signs of weakness and thus he was considered by many on his home planet to be less than perfect, some would even say unattractive. It was an understatement to say that he was not used to sexual tension, such as that which now hung thick like a cloying perfume in the air around them.

A slight shift to Tatsuha’s left caught the prince’s attention, drawing him from his panic. Ryuichi had rolled over onto his stomach, deep blue eyes peeking above the table to watch them. A small moan escaped his lips and Tatsuha turned to look at him. The boy was obviously aroused, slowly writhing his hips against the pillow he was laying on. When the boy noticed his masters attention he smiled. “Is he going to be joining us tonight, Master?” He asked quietly.
Varrin’s face went completely red as he turned away from the pets evaluating stare.

Ryuichi was being so quiet, and Tatsuha had been so distracted that he had forgotten that the boy was even there. He didn’t intend to share the prince with anyone however, and it was clear from his assumption that he would be included in the evening that Ryu needed to be reminded of his place as a pet.
“No, my pet. You will not be joining us.”
Ryu straightened up onto his knees and took Tatsuha’s hand in his, trailing it slowly down his body to his clothed erection.
“But, Master! You promised that tonight I could t--”
“I said not tonight, Ryu.” He snapped, pulling his hand out of the boys grip as though stung. He steeled his voice to match his expression as he stared down his unruly pet. “You need to learn that your sexual appetite does not dictate when, where or with whom I pair. Kuma!”
The attendant was instantly by his lord’s side, leash in hand.
“Yes, my lord?”

He motioned to the boy, who now looked pathetically upset and close to tears.
“Take Ryu back to his room. I won’t be needing him this evening.”
The attendant nodded, and attached Ryu’s leash to his collar.
When he had the boy on his feet, Tatsuha turned to take Ryu’s chin in his hand. He tilted his face down gently, and placed a loving kiss on his forehead.
“Good night, my precious one.” he whispered.
Ryu pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, refusing to forgive his master. He was incredibly heart broken that his master was sending him away in favour of some strange pale man with scars, but even more upset that he had broken his promise so easily.
As Kuma began leading Ryuichi away, Lord Tatsuha put a hand on the attendants arm, stopping him. Kuma bowed down so his lord could speak more easily to him.
“I did promise him that I would…” He stopped, a frustrated growl escaping his lips as he fought the urge to give in to his pet’s whims. “It really makes no difference what he was promised, but bring him someone docile to play with for the evening; Shiki, if he’s not occupied. I know he has a preference for blonde hair.”
The servant nodded once more and lead Ryu out of the dining hall.

When he was gone, Varrin looked at him fondly over the tops of his clasped hands.
“Jealous little thing, isn’t he?”
Tatsuha sighed. “He is. But I suppose it’s not really his fault. I spoil him to no end so he’s used to getting what he wants. He’s not used to sharing me.”
“Oh? And who would he be sharing you with? I haven’t received a formal invitation.”
Tatsuha raised an eyebrow and smiled. Was Varrin flirting with him now after all?
“You’ve beaten me to the punch my young prince, but I was hoping that you would do me the honour of spending the night aboard my humble ship. I have some of the finest accommodations this side of the galaxy if your retinue would care to stay as well.”
Varrin considered the offer for a moment, even though he had already made up his mind.
“I suppose there wouldn’t be any harm in that. It’s only one night, after all. Lord Tatsuha, I shall accept your generous offer of hospitality. Now, if you’d be so kind as to show me where I can put my men, I’m feeling rather tired and would like to retire to my room.”

Tatsuha was delighted, and now more than a bit anxious to get everyone out of their way.
“Tohssa!” He cried sharply, summoning the old man to his side.
“Y-yes, my lord?”
“Show Prince Varrin’s men to our finest state rooms. I shall show the prince to his quarters--” He turned to smile seductively at Varrin, “--personally.”
“Of course, Sir.”
He turned to address the men at the table. “Gentlemen, right this way if you please.”
All but one of the men followed Tohssa out of the hall. Imre, the guard captain approached Varrin and bowed low.

“Sir, with all due respect I don’t believe this to be a prudent choice.”
“Imre, I have asked you before to stay out of my affairs. Please respect my wishes.”
“But, Sir, how am I to protect you if--”
Varrin put a hand on his captains arm and lead him out of ear shot. “Does it really look to you like I need protecting, Captain?”
Imre cast a suspicious glance in Tatsuha’s direction. The young lord smiled back, as he had before.
“Forgive me, Sir, but I don’t trust his…intentions.”
“And what does he intend to do, Imre?”
“To speak frankly, my prince, I believe he intends to…seize your virtue.”
He said this as though the words burned his tongue.
Varrin smiled and placed a kind hand on the captains shoulder. “Imre, you have always done your job well, ever since I can remember you have been there to watch over me. I’m sure my father is very proud of you and your efforts, but this is something you cannot protect me from.”
He leaned in closer. “I respect you, and I recognize your concern, but I want  to see where this may lead, and you are not going to get in my way. Is that understood?”

Imre bowed low, his face an unreadable mask.
Humbly he replied, “Yes, my prince.”
Varrin spoke softly, as though to an old friend. “Good. Now go with the others and see to it you get some rest. That’s an order, Captain.”
Captain Imre advanced across the hall, his face stoic and menacing. As he passed Lord Tatsuha he made sure to shoot the man a look that warned him as to what the consequences would be if anything happened to the prince while in his care. The dark haired lord simply nodded his head and smiled, acknowledging the silent threat.

Varrin strode toward Tatsuha purposefully now, the heels of his black officers boots clipping sharply against the metal floor. There was an aura of confidence about him that had not been there during dinner, and Tatsuha was intrigued to find out exactly what this beguiling young man would really be like once the lights were out and the clothes were off.
Varrin put a hand on his face once he’d reached him.
He leaned up and whispered softly, “I’m in the mood for dessert. Do you offer room service?”

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About halfway through dinner, Shuichi noticed Rune watching him closely. He made eye contact with him for a few seconds and then looked away, not wanting to initiate a conversation.
Apparently Rune didn’t like being ignored because he whistled to get Shu’s attention.
“Hey! You up on the mountain top!”
Shuichi glared at him. “What do you want?”
Rune switched positions on his divan so that his head was closer to Shuichi.
He put a cupped hand by the side of his mouth and whispered loudly, “I Just wanted to ask if you knew you looked like a circus pony with that feathery thing on your head.” He leaned back, snickering.
Shu brought a self conscious hand up to the sparkling hair clasp Hiro had used to pull his hair up. It did have some white feathers on it, but Shu had thought it looked very nice, especially since it matched his shimmering white short outfit, which even had some feathers on one shoulder of the jacket. He had thanked the stars that his privates were well and truly covered in this outfit, as Hiro said they would be after his pairing day.

“I think I look nice.” he huffed defensively, “Are you aware that you’re the only one here that’s completely naked?”
Rune laughed. “That’s kind of a hard thing not to notice, don’t you think? Mother, are all pets as dumb as you are? If that’s the case, why don’t you come down here pony, I’ve got a nice carrot for you!” Rune was laughing hysterically now, drawing attention from the other pets on the platform. Shuichi was blushing furiously, but he was also growing quite angry. What right did Rune have to single him out so cruelly? Shuichi had done nothing to him.

Hiro, who had not really taken his eyes off his young charge, remained in his seat. Shuichi was going to have to learn to deal with other pets, rude or otherwise and now was as good of a time as any to see just how he handled himself when he was more or less alone.

“You know, you are very rude.” Shuichi spat bitterly.
Rune looked at his nails, seemingly unaffected by the comment. “It happens to be a skill of mine.” he said smugly.
“Well it’s not going to help you here. How do you intend to make friends if you’re mean to people before you even get to know them?”
Rune glared at him, his chartreuse-green eyes suddenly dark with anger. “And who says I want to make friends at all?” he snapped, “Maybe I’m happier by myself, ever think of that, shorty?”
Shuichi saw a twinge of sadness peaking at the corners of Rune’s eyes that said otherwise. He realized now that his earlier assumption that the young man might be putting on an act to protect himself was probably not all that far-fetched.
Shu softened towards him then.

“You might say that, but nobody is truly happy when they’re alone.”
“I am.”
Shuichi smiled at him, his face full of sympathy.
“I was afraid when I woke up alone here, and I’m sure you were too. It’s okay to be afraid.”
Rune looked for a split second as though he’d been struck. He turned his head sharply to the left, his pout making him appear much more vulnerable and young.
“Yah, well…what do you know anyway? I’m sure you’ve been a pet your whole life, you have no idea what I’m going through.”

“Not at all. I was…taken…just like you. A month ago actually.”
This surprised Rune because the boy was taking everything in stride, as though he belonged. He also wasn’t putting up any sort of struggle and he’d been in captivity for only half the amount of time Rune had.

“I wasn’t taken. I was sold by my own people.”
“Your family sold you? That’s horrible.”
“No, shit for brains, I was sold by the prison I came from back on Jorgund. I’d heard of it happening before to other guys, who had bad luck you know? Never thought it would happen to me though.”
Shuichi ignored Rune’s insult and curled his legs under himself so he could sit more comfortably while they spoke.

“So, you were a law breaker then?” he asked softly.
Rune nodded. “Yah. But I just nicked stuff from people, I never killed anybody or nothing. Kinda wish I had of though, at least then they couldn’t have sold me off like they did. These uppity snobs are pretty picky when it comes to making pets out of prison trash.”
Shuichi cast a glance at Lord Tatsuha’s table and froze when he noticed the man and his pale guest watching him.
Rune saw Shu was looking elsewhere and followed his gaze to the two noblemen at the table discussing them.

“Don’t pay any attention to them that’s just what they want. Elitist pricks, both of them. Look at that one there with the fancy jacket.”
He pointed toward Prince Varrin with his chin. “I can feel his creepy fucking eyes all over me.”
Shuichi turned back to the pet below him. “I guess he likes you.”
“I don’t give a shit what he likes, he’s creeping me out.” He leaned his head back and sighed wistfully. “Wish I had some pants.”
“Why are they forcing you to go naked anyway?”

Rune took a drink from his glass and shrugged. “Punishment.”
“For what?”
“I bit one of those cat-eyed bastards yesterday when he tried to tie me to the tub.” He sat up quickly. “They done that to you yet, shorty?”
Shuichi remembered all to well his experience with the tub restraint system.
He shuddered, remembering. “Yes.”

“Dirty fucking perverts, every last one of them.”
“They’re just doing what they have to. It’s their job. Hiro said--”
“You’re pretty buddy-buddy with your cat-man, aren’t yah?”
Shuichi nodded. “Yes, we get along well for the most part. He takes care of me.”
“Have you paired with him?”
Shuichi blushed. “I’ve never…that is, I’m…different.”
Rune smiled and laughed. “Yah you’re different all right. Different in the brain. What kind of answer is that? Has he or hasn’t he fucked you?”
“No, he hasn’t.” Shu said bashfully.
Rune studied him for a moment. “But, you want him to.” He stated matter-of-factly.

Shuichi’s breath caught in his throat. Was it so obvious?
“Well…perhaps. But I’ve never paired that way before.”
“Paired what way?”
“I’ve never had…that is, when I paired with Ryuichi I was the one who was…inside.” He made a motion with his hands to demonstrate what he meant.
Rune snickered and shook his head as he rolled his eyes.
“I got what you meant without the hand signals you dork.”
Shuichi blushed, embarrassed. “Oh…”
Rune sighed and Shuichi saw him smile genuinely for the first time.
“Look it’s obvious you’ve got a thing for the guy, so if you want him, then just tell him. His sole reason for existing is to give you whatever you want right? So, just tell him that what you want is him.”

There was movement at the head table, the noblemen and guards were all getting up. Apparently they were finished.
Hiro and the other attendants got up one by one and slowly filtered out onto the platform to stand near their charges.

Shuichi had a resolved look on his face. “So…if I want him, I just have to tell him?” He seemed to be asking Rune to confirm this bit of advice, as though he were unsure he had heard correctly.
Jamlin secured a leash to Rune’s metal collar and stood him up to put his robe on. Surprisingly, the foul tempered youth didn’t put up any resistance.
He nodded slightly at Shuichi and gave him a wink as his attendant lead him down the platform. “Good luck” he called over his shoulder right before shoving Jamlin away from him with one arm and barking at him to “back the fuck off”.  Apparently Rune liked his personal space.

Shuichi shook his head. He wasn’t exactly sure why fate had chosen to put the two of them together like this, but he was glad in any case. Rune had a fiery personality; he was coarse, angry and definitely rude, but Shu good tell there was kindness under his curt exterior. He was glad that he had begun to make at least one friend among the other pets, even if there was a good chance they’d never see each other again after they landed.
He sighed wistfully as Hiro attached his leash. The man didn’t so much as smile at him.
What was wrong with him? Why was he so distant?
Still upset that Hiro hadn’t kissed him when he’d wanted him to, Shu continued to sulk as they made their way in silence back to the suite.
Hiro looked back over his shoulder at him, but said nothing.
Despite his strange attitude, Shu made the decision to use Rune’s advice later that evening. It couldn’t hurt to try.
~~~~~

“So you were bringing the Angelis back to your father to get into his good graces, then?”
Tatsuha had a hand on Varrin’s shoulder as he lead him to his suite.
“More just to settle the bet, really.”

He had been telling the prince about how upset he was that his father had died before he had gotten a chance to give Shuichi to him. He’d wanted to see the look on his face and now he would be forever deprived of that, regardless of how impressed the other nobles would be.
“I see, so you’re just going to sell him now?”
“I haven’t really thought about it actually. Here we are.”
The grand doors to his suite opened at their approach. Tatsuha lead the way and Varrin swallowed nervously as they crossed into the spacious drawing room. He was eager to get to know the man more intimately, but years of being overly self-conscious about his body were hard to overcome, no matter how strong his desire.
The door slid shut softly and Tatsuha’s eyes smouldered as they turned to find his.
“Shall we?” He held his arm out toward one of the antique looking knob-style wooden doors that dotted the walls of the luxurious space.
Varrin smiled and followed Tatsuha’s arm through the door trying to look outwardly confident, when inside he was a nervous wreck.

Once the door had clicked shut things started to move more quickly. Tatsuha slid closer to Varrin and tried to cup the left side of his face, only to have the prince recoil from it and put a hand out to stop him from getting any closer.
“I…I don’t like to be touched there.”
Tatsuha smiled, unperturbed by the delay. “You don’t need to hide your scars from me you know, I find them just as appealing as the rest of you.”
He brought the hand Varrin had raised in defence up to his lips and, after removing the glove covering it, placed several kisses along his knuckles. He flipped the hand over and kissed his palm as well. Looking him in the eyes he whispered, “I’m going to kiss every beautiful inch of your body tonight, but only if you’ll let me.”

Varrin looked at him apprehensively, but saw nothing but kindness in his eyes. It was not easy to trust someone he knew so little with a hurt that ran so deeply through him, but, slowly, he nodded and closed his eye.
He flinched when he felt smooth warm fingers push the hair away on the damaged side of his face, but he didn’t stay the mans hand.
Gently, Tatsuha cupped his newly exposed cheek and ran his thumb over the smooth, raised scar tissue there. The prince trembled as a wave of warmth ran through him.
The left side of Varrin’s body was extremely sensitive due to the fact that no one was ever permitted to touch it, his face in particular. It made the sensation from such simple contact send a shudder coursing through his body as it brought a sigh of desperate longing to his lips. It was a sigh of relief from having a need met he hadn’t realized he’d so neglected.

In truth, it had been a very long time since he’d permitted anyone to touch him. The last person had been his mother, for it was in her arms and her arms alone that he had felt safe from ridicule and judgment; It was only she that had made him feel loved. But his mother had left to join The Great Mother in eternity, leaving Varrin scared and alone in a world that saw him as less than a man; saw him as too soft, weak and ugly.
He was so afraid of repulsing someone with his scars, of having to see the look of revulsion take over their face that he withheld himself from experiencing something most people took for granted. Though he told himself it didn’t matter, it didn’t make him crave it any less.
He wanted, no, he needed to be touched and his blood was now in a frenzy as he anticipated being caressed further.

Tatsuha stroked Varrin’s face with his hand until it was buried in the silken white hair at the nape of his neck. The white haired prince moaned softly and leaned into the tender warmth of his hand.
“I want to kiss you now, is that alr--”
In a sudden burst of confidence Varrin closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye. He pressed his lips hungrily to Tatsuha’s, feeding from his mouth like a ravenous wolf. Tatsuha gasped and then moaned as he held Varrin’s head in his hands, further deepening their very first kiss.
The prince pulled away abruptly; breathing heavily, gaze smouldering, he removed his other glove and threw it onto a nearby chair.
“No need to ask for permission.”

He brought his bare hands up and ran them through Tatsuha’s short black hair as he kissed him again. He savoured the feel of the strands as they slid between his fingertips in much the same way the young lord’s tongue slid against the inside of his mouth.
Tatsuha put a hand on Varrin’s stunning blue jacket. Pulling away he quipped, “I bet this would look even better on the floor.”
The prince immediately began fumbling with the gold plated buttons on his jacket, undoing them from the top to the bottom. Tatsuha followed suit and undid his own oppressively tight, black, dinner coat.
In a matter of minutes both jackets were lying together on the floor, along with two pairs of boots and twin pairs of white trousers.
Tatsuha pushed Varrin toward the foot of his immense bed, gently guiding him onto his back as the prince bit at his lips.
Kissing him gently, Tatsuha whispered, “I want to see all of you.” He took the buttons of the man’s black dress shirt between his fingers suggestively.

Varrin swallowed tensely, his heart beating rapidly against his rib cage.
He’d never removed all of his clothing in front of anyone before, save his personal physician.
He put a hand to Tatsuha’s chest, looked down at the mans hands on his shirt for a moment and then gave him a trusting look.
“I…want to see you as well.”

Taking this as a signal for him to continue, the dark haired young lord doffed his own shirt and began undoing Varrin's slowly, placing soft kisses along the path of pale, beautiful skin he revealed.
Varrin sighed and gasped, his trembling hands loosely resting on Tatsuha’s shoulders.
When the shirt was completely unfastened, Tatsuha placed his hands under both sides of the shirt and opened it like a stage curtain.
Varrin looked as though he were preparing to be slapped across the face; bracing himself for ridicule, or laughter or some other pain.
But it never came. He chanced opening his eye and the gaze that met his was not cruel, but kind.
Tatsuha smiled at him and placed a hand over his heart.
“You know, they’re really not as bad as you had me believing they were going to be.”
Varrin let a rush of air out of his lungs; he hadn’t even realised he’d been holding his breath.

“My chest got the worst of it, the scars…his claws went very deep, especially here.” He pointed to the top of his shoulder where it met with his neck.
“That’s why my arm is like it is now, but at least I can move it. To begin with I couldn’t, the nerves were completely severed.”
He made and unmade a loose fist before slowly moving all of his fingers through a slightly-less-than-full range of motion. The look on his face said it took a little bit of  concentration to move them all independently at the same time.

Tatsuha studied the rake-like scars, reaching out to gently trace them with his fingers. They were long, wide and slightly jagged at the edges, running in five parallel lines from his shoulder, down across his chest to the bottom of his rib cage. It looked like, when he’d been clawed, that only the outermost claw had caught his face, while the others had connected with his body as the beast brought it’s foot down.

“It must have hurt.”
Varrin nodded. “Like hell. But nothing was worse than the nerve growth treatments for my arm. I’m glad I went through them now, but I begged my mother to make them stop because it had hurt so badly.”

Tatsuha leaned down to hover his mouth over the widest and most violent looking of the five scar trails. Just feeling the young lord’s warm, moist, breath on his chest was enough to make Varrin completely hard.

Hesitantly he asked, “You’re sure you… don’t find me repulsive?”
Tatsuha sat up. “I already told you, I think you’re absolutely stunning. In fact, the scars make you look dangerous and rather sexy, in my opinion.”
Varrin blushed. “Honestly?”
“Yes, very.”
“So you like… dangerous men?”
Tatsuha smiled foxily and licked a long line up the left side of his chest, making Varrin throw his head back against the bed in ecstasy. A long, shuddering ‘ah’ found it’s way out of him as Tatsuha moved to suckle his left nipple.

“Perhaps, just a little bit.” Tatsuha replied, stroking the man’s inner thigh with the side of his thumb.
Varrin smiled and brought a hand up to his face to slowly remove his eye patch.
Tatsuha was happy he felt comfortable enough with him to do so, but he was also curious to see what was under it. He was only human and he did not do well with mysteries or secrets.
The prince turned his head so that the hair on the left side of his face fell away, revealing the accumulation of scar tissue were his eye had once been.
“T-tell me honestly…what do you think of it?”

Tatsuha was a little surprised because once again, the scars really weren’t as bad as Varrin seemed to think they were. The scar mass was slightly shiny, and uneven, covering the entirety of the eye. The top eyelid was where the long thin slash mark could be seen most clearly; it also looked to have been medically fused to the bottom eyelid. The scars were a bit sunken and drooping, obviously because his eye was not underneath to support them, but it didn’t look that bad overall. It was endearing to Tatsuha that this young man he’d only met formally that day was already so trusting, when it was obvious he was incredibly sensitive about his issues and emotionally vulnerable.

“I think,” he began softly, brushing his thumb back and forth over Varrin’s cheek, “that it’s another vibrant and interesting part of what makes you, you.”
The dark haired young lord leaned down and placed a soft kiss over the prince’s scared eye. Varrin sighed contentedly and put a hand on his partners face.
“And not to repeat myself, but it makes you look dangerous, like you’ve been in a heroic battle or something. It arouses me so much it’s frightening.”

Varrin smiled and put his arms around Tatsuha’s neck, drawing his mouth into a passionate kiss.
“Careful,” he whispered, pulling away, “I’m starting to believe you.”
“I should hope so. Now why don’t you lie back and open those long legs of yours for me.”

Varrin blushed, but did as he’d been ordered. He felt exposed with his bottom half bare and his shirt half off, but when Tatsuha took the long, hard length of him into his mouth he stopped caring.
He moaned and arched his back, gently thrusting himself into that warm, wet, embrace. With one hand caressing his inner thigh and the other up playing with Varrin’s right nipple, it didn’t take long for Tatsuha to bring the young prince to the brink of orgasm.

“I’m close!” the prince whispered urgently. “Ohh, heaven! I’m going to--”
Before he could finish his sentence his essence spilled from him in erratic bursts and into Tatsuha’s eager mouth as he cried out his pleasure.
The dark haired lord drank from his pale haired partner until he was completely spent. Smirking, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and pushed Varrin’s knees up to his chest. The white haired prince started to stammer in embarrassment.
“T-tatsuha…I haven’t…well, that is to say…I’ve never…”
“You’ve never been taken, is that what you’re trying to say?”
Varrin blushed and turned his head bashfully. “Yes.” he murmured.
Tatsuha smiled and caressed the prince’s rear with experienced hands, making him gasp.
“Please, be gentle.”
The prince was more than a bit concerned about the pain involved with penetration. He’d taken more than a few virgin males himself and most of them hadn’t seemed to enjoy it, at least not at first. Whether it was his lack of skill or the fact that they found him ugly, he didn’t know.
“No need to worry,” Tatsuha reassured him, “I’ve handled my fair share of virgins. I promise you’ll feel nothing but pleasure.”
He gripped the man’s hips and gently flipped him onto his stomach.
Varrin looked over his shoulder and then, hesitantly, he got onto his knees.
“We’re going to take this slow, but first I’ve got to make you ready for me.”

Tatsuha pushed on Varrin’s shoulders roughly, collapsing his upper body and pushing it against the bed. His ass was now positioned higher and much more vulnerably in the air. The prince shivered as a soft moan escaped him. He was not used to being handled physically, and was surprised how arousing he found it to be. Not to mention the myriad sensations that came along with being positioned so vulnerably in front of a man he hardly knew.
He gasped loudly and jerked as Tatsuha ran his tongue across his perenium.
“Ohh…”
The young lord continued, circling his tongue and moving it from the prince’s engorged organ up to his enticing opening. He licked and sucked at the puckered flesh for a while before gently snaking his tongue inside it.

“Ahh! Mother…that feels so--!”
Varrin’s face contorted into a wordless ‘O’ as Tatsuha began stroking his swollen cock, while continuing to probe him with his tongue.
The pleasure was unlike anything Varrin had ever experienced before, and it was becoming a real fight for him to keep still.
Tatsuha reached his hand between the prince’s legs to put them in his mouth.
“Suck on them.” he ordered and Varrin began sucking and nibbling on the digits, moaning around them as he fought to not thrust his hips into the dark haired man’s warm, inviting hand.
“I’m going to start using my fingers now. This shouldn’t hurt, but if it does tell me and I’ll slow down.”
He gently began easing one slick finger inside Varrin’s sanctum as his other hand stroked his cock. The man moaned arduously and clenched his fist in the sheets. It hurt in the most delicious way possible and he knew then he was going to enjoy what was to come.
“That’s one.” Tatsuha informed him as he slowly thrust his finger in and out.

Varrin nodded and turned his head to look over his shoulder. Seeing himself be violated in such a way was stimulating all on it’s own. He groaned and was forced to turn his head back when Tatsuha began inching a second finger in to join the first. He writhed as the young lord slowly moved both fingers back and forth, and around inside him, as though he were looking for something.
A sudden upsurge of pleasure overtook him, arcing his back violently as Tatsuha found what he’d been searching for inside him.
“Ah! yes, there! Right there, it feels so--nnh!”
“Do you like it when I rub this little spot?”
Varrin moaned his response as Tatsuha continued to alternate thrusting with one finger and stroking the man’s prostate with the other.
Tatsuha grinned with satisfaction. “I think you’re quite ready for me now.” He pulled his hands away, much to Varrin’s protest, and turned the man around so he was kneeling in front of him.

“Make me wet,” he commanded as he put a hand on the back of the man’s head.
The prince needed no prompting and got to work doing as he’d been asked. He licked and sucked Tatsuha’s engorged shaft until it was glistening and wet. He loved the small sounds the dark haired man was making for him and was a bit disappointed that he didn’t get to see him brought to orgasm.
“Good. Now would you prefer to be on your back, or on your knees?”

Varrin wasn’t sure which position would be better. He had always taken his pets from behind, but that was only to keep them from seeing his face.
“O-on my back.”
“That’s what I was hoping you’d say. I want to see your face when you come.” He said, stroking Varrin’s face gently.
The prince shrugged off his dishevelled shirt and quickly got into position on his back, were Tatsuha once again raised and spread his knees. He positioned his engorged organ against Varrin’s portal.
“Now just relax.” he instructed.
“Go slowly…”
“I wouldn’t dream of doing anything else, my fair haired prince. I want you to enjoy every inch of me.” Gently, he began to ease inside. He soon found that the prince was deliriously tight, even after Tatsuha had opened him somewhat with his fingers and tongue.
The head of his shaft was barely inside when Varrin grimaced and clenched his shoulders.
“Ah! It…hurts. Can you stop for a moment?”
“Of course.”
Tatsuha waited until Varrin visibly relaxed and then began pressing into him once more. The man was so tight it was difficult to maintain a slow pace; what he really wanted to do was to buck his hips and bury himself all at once.
Varrin’s breath was coming in stuttering gasps. He panted and held his arms tightly around Tatsuha’s neck as he fought not to cry out. It hurt a lot more than he’d anticipated, but he didn’t want Tatsuha to think him weak, so he bore the pain as quietly as he could.
“I’m almost all the way in, are you in much pain?”
“I’m fine…nnh…I-it’s a bit…uncomfortable, but I’m alright.”
“Are you sure? You don’t sound alright. Would you like me to stop for a moment?”
Varrin gasped as tears slowly trickled down the right side of his face.
“No, just keep going.”
Tatsuha didn’t think Varrin was alright, but he continued to press inward until he was at last completely buried inside him.

“I’m all the way inside. Just try and relax and you’ll adjust.”
“I’m trying.”
Tatsuha ran his hands up and down Varrin’s body, rubbing his nipples and finishing by gripping his cock. The prince had softened quite a bit, which indicated that he really was in a considerable amount of pain.
When Tatsuha began stroking him and fondling his testicles one by one the pain started to receed at a much faster pace.
“Ahn…”
“How is it now? Any better?”
The prince moaned, the pain finally receding to the point where he was starting to get hard once more. “I think you can…move now if you want.”
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
The prince moaned and began to slowly rock his body against Tatsuha’s. He was starting to feel very good and even gentle motion felt wonderful.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
The young lord needed no further encouragement. He slowly pulled out and eased back in. He watched a shudder wrack Varrin’s body as the prince arced against him, moaning and gasping with each small movement.
Varrin was still incredibly tight, and squeezed him perfectly as he thrust into all that slippery warmth.
“Ahh…that’s marvellous! Ohh…there, y-you hit that place again--nnn!”
Tatsuha smiled and gave a small laugh as he panted. He adjusted the prince’s hips so he would have a better angle from which to hit his prostate. He leaned forward, pressing their bodies together as he hooked his arms under Varrin’s shoulders.
“Nnh…oh Mother, you’re tight. You feel incredible…ahh…”
The increased leverage he gained from pulling down on Varrin’s shoulders allowed him to rock deeper inside the prince. Varrin kissed him passionately, moaning and crying out into his mouth as he reached his hands down to squeeze Tatsuha’s ass and pull him closer.

Varrin’s panting spead up considerably, his erection now pressed between their bodies. Rocking his hips to match Tatsuha’s rhythm, he felt his orgasm building inside him.
“Ohh, I’m getting close! Faster…ahh!…oh, almost there…”
Tatsuha moved his hips as fast as he was able, his own climax close at hand.
“Uhnn…almost-- Aaahh! Oh I’m coming!”
Varrin’s cry was quickly joined by Tatsuha’s as they reached their culminations at the same time.
The prince continued to moan and shudder, his hands still holding Tatsuha’s hips, keeping him pressed tightly inside him.
Panting, Tatsuha brushed the damp hair off of Varrin’s face. Kissing him softly, he ran his hands through all that hair not wanting the moment to end.

Varrin was in a fog, his head and body spiralling through a world of new sensations. “That was…I had no idea it could feel so perfect.”
“Oh, you’ve been missing out for sure.” Tatsuha smirked, collapsing against Varrin, arms above both their heads. He pulled out gently and lay his head down on Varrin’s chest.
“But I agree. You were absolutely amazing.”

Varrin moved his hands up to hold him, one hand buried in his hair.
He had never felt so many emotions at one time before; he didn’t know which one to focus on.

They lay together thus for quite some time, not saying anything as they basked together in the afterglow of orgasm.
It was Varrin who finally broke the silence.
“Tatsuha?”
“Hnnn?”
“I 230;”
Tatsuha raised his head curiously. He brought a hand up to stroke Varrin’s face.
“What?”
“It’s just…I don’t want this to end. You make me feel like I’m more than I am; like I’m special…like I’m beautiful.”
“You are beautiful. Anyone who can’t see that must be blind.”
“I just…don’t want to go. I want to stay with you.”
Tatsuha laid his head back on Varrin’s chest, thinking. He had only intended this to be a one night thing, but he felt the truth in the prince’s words. He felt something…more, with him, like there was something there beyond just physical attraction; something he could reach out and touch. It had been a very long time since he’d had an actual lover, and it was not for lack of trying. He simply moved around too much, was out in deep space far too often for anything to last. But how could this work between them? Varrin was a crown prince, heir to a throne. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be with the man, in fact quite the opposite, but he could see the formidable challenges that would await them if they dared to try.
Tatsuha leaned up on his forearm and looked Varrin in the eye.
Gently brushing the hair from his face, he leaned down and kissed him.
“Let’s just be together, right now. Don’t worry about the future. If it’s meant to be then it will be, alright?”

Varrin sighed wistfully, already dreading the coming morning because it could mean he’d have to part ways with this man that fate had paired him with, and perhaps never see him again. He held Tatsuha tightly against his chest, Tatsuha holding him back, and prayed to The Great Mother, telling her that he’d gladly live in darkness the rest of his life if she would only keep the dawn away for a single night; So he could remain with the man who thought him beautiful only a few moments longer.

~*~*~*~*~
Rune is pronounced ROO-n.Imre is pronounced EEM-ray
Whoo, longest chapter yet I think! AND I told you the next chapter would be up in a few weeks and it is! See I am no liar Mwuhahaha!
OH and I did a drawing of Varrin, to give you at least a crap-ass idea of what he looks like in my head:
http://baka-niboko.deviantart.com/#/d3rbwpp
I’d like to commission someone talented to do a portrait of him for me, but I will have to wait until I can afford it. The artists I have been looking at are expensive *sigh* so I’ll have to make do drawing my own artwork for now.

I will hopefully be able to do a drawing of Rune as well, in the coming weeks. If that would interest you let me know. As well, I have been toying with the idea of re-titleing this series “Captivation”…what do you think?

~*~*~*~*~For Gurabite reviewers:
Blackneko:  I am glad to see that there are still reviewers here as well! Thank YOU!


For Mediaminer reviewers:

SenacaNya: Very glad I made you happy! I am glad the king is dead too but for a much different reason. Shu’s attraction to Hiro is all but necessary, there are dastardly and plotty things lying in wait for the poor lad unfortunately. His heart just might be rent in two…








 
























 
 
 

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