Pilot Candidate Fan Fiction ❯ Harem Candidate ❯ 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Harem Candidate

Disclaimer: I don't own Megumi Kohousei (Pilot Candidate, Candidate for Goddess, whatever you like to call it). I don't know who does, however since I have declared that I am just borrowing the characters for a little while and will return them relatively unharmed, I can't get in trouble. WARNING: This fic contains some elements (adults with underage participants) that some may find distasteful. There is a happy ending however

Azuma looked up at the knock on his door. He knew that on the other side, Hiead and Zero were waiting, nervous and possibly scared as to what he would do to them. It amused him how much power he had. "Come in," he called, verifying to the door that they were expected.

Zero walked in, staring straight ahead and with a lot of power. Someone just got laid. Hiead wasn't walking as strong or as bored as he usually did, and there was a distinct gimp in his walk. And somebody just got nailed to the bed.

Where to start? Azuma thought with a smile. He decided that he may as well take a general look over his pet. He stood up and went over to the white haired boy and gently stroked his cheek. "I want you to get undressed, make sure that he didn't hurt you too badly, okay?" He saw out of the corner of his eye that Zero both bristled at the suggestion and blushed guiltily; that certainly couldn't be a good sign.

The man blinked, somewhat surprised at the red marks and light bruises that appeared on the formerly pale white skin. He cast a glance over at Zero, who was busy rubbing the back of his head, and smirked. He was more than willing to bet the boy was one of those kids who used to right his name on everything that he owned in order to ward off others from his things. Something he could identify with very well indeed.

"Hiead," he whispered in the boy's ear. "Go lay down on my bed. Put a pillow under your hips and spread you legs. Zero," he smiled at the other boy with a wicked grin, "come on. It's time I started training you."

The black haired boy took a step back, somewhat concerned. "'Training' sir? Why do you want to train me?"

"As a replacement, fool. I can't do this my whole life. If in the off chance you two don't destroy the Victim and you manage to live; you'll both be teachers. You in particular will be busy taking over my job, which also includes this particularly interesting perk."

"But I don't want to hurt the other boys in this way."

Azuma sighed, "It's a lot more complicated than you might think. Sometimes you come across a boy who's got the ability to handle anything you throw at him, but not necessarily the drive. Usually they've been hurt in their own lives so severely that the piece of themselves that pushes the human soul to carry on and survive, dies out. Or at least goes to sleep until you can light the fire under it again so that they can move on their own once more."

Zero nodded and realized that they had walked their way over to where Hiead was laying down. Some of the bite marks he left on the other's inner thighs were visible. But the pale backside was fairly free of marks aside from the few bruises still leftover from the paddling he'd endured. He wanted to finish claiming that flesh, he realized.

A light chuckle caught his attention and he looked up at Azuma. "Go ahead," the man told him as he sat down so that he would have a perfect view. "You get five minutes to mark as much territory as you want. I do understand the feel of wanting to all too well. Ask some of the other pets if you want to sometime."

Zero placed his hands on either side of Hiead's hips, ignoring that Azuma was in the same room as him. He bent over some and started to kiss at the pale, perfectly formed globes of flesh. He began at the tops and paid extra attention to bruises that still existed, trying very hard not to get to hard, lest Azuma make them copulate as well.

He continued to lightly kiss and caress the flesh with both his tongue and his hands until an idea struck him. He gently reached up and around Hiead's chest, starting to coax him up into a kneeling position. "Find something to lean yourself against," he whispered in between gentle kisses and light, tender bites. "I want you to be braced before I finish."

Hiead wondered what the other boy was up to. He looked only for a moment before his chin was lifted and he stared into Azuma's eyes. He was nervous for a moment, the past memories not receding as quickly as he would have liked. The man kissed him tenderly for a moment, and he was soon brought into a kneeling position, being held in such a way that he wouldn't be likely to fall. The two of them, Azuma and Zero, had to be working together.

Azuma watched from above as Zero began to kiss, lick, and gently bite down the globes of tender flesh. His pet's backside was slowly turning pink from all the biting, but it wasn't particularly painful from what he could tell. He could feel Zero's hands sneaking under Hiead's body to hold his hips and groin. He also felt the shiver of pleasure that ran through the white haired boy as his lover's tongue caressed his entrance from behind.

It greatly amused the man, especially since Hiead was holding onto him as tightly as he was. Was he afraid of the pleasure? It was a possibility. Was he overwhelmed by how great it felt to be claimed by a lover? That was an even greater possibility. He was hardly surprised by the black haired boy's actions, as he loved to do the occasional pleasure trip with his pets. It was important to keep them grounded in such a manner in order to bind them more closely to their master, and helped to rid the feelings of self-loathing. He had chosen well indeed.

He checked his watch, careful to keep a close eye on the clock. "Okay Zero, stop now. You'll have to finish it later." He watched as his replacement reluctantly drew away, leaving Hiead shuddering in need and want for the first time ever. He wrapped one arm around the boy he was holding and gently pressed against the boy's still tender entrance, drawing a noise of complaint.

He rearranged himself and the boy then, tipping him so that he was bent over the man's knee. He let one hand soothingly caress the slightly pinkish backside. Zero then watched as the man drew a vial similar to the one he'd given him the night before from his pocket. He emptied some of the liquid onto one of his fingers and started to once again press it against the white haired boy's entrance.

He could feel the shudder at the light pain he was causing. Being stretched and toyed with as often as he had been in the last month had made the white haired boy very sensitive to that part of his body. He was usually in a semi-sore state anyway as a result of his training, and the events of last night had certainly left their mark as well. He caressed the inside of Hiead's body for several moments, feeling out exactly how far he had been stretched. Given how much looser he now was in comparison to before, though still rather on the tight side since he was young, Azuma discerned that Zero had to be of considerable prowess in that particular area of his anatomy.

The man finally removed his finger and with his other hand reached down to feel along Hiead's belly. He could feel the tightness of fear and arousal, a good sign in a pet, but not one he wanted to see too often for this particular one. He'd have to teach Zero about that soon, but for no, "go take him back to your room 88. And Zero, make sure you take good care of him."

"Not a problem sir," Zero smiled broadly as he started to help Hiead get dressed.

"So why the Hell did you have to sleep in our room?" Yamagi asked over his breakfast to Clay. "Were you afraid of the blood spatter or something?"

Clay blushed for a moment, recalling the two kissing boys he had walked in on the afternoon before. "No, that's not it at all. Look, don't tell anyone about this, but I found Zero and Hiead kissing last night. They asked me to sleep in your room so they could re-arrange the furniture; however they hadn't changed anything when I went to check out the room this morning."

Ruse laughed, "is that a fact. Oh well, come on Yamagi, pay up. I told you those two were digging on each other."

Yamagi growled at his roommate. "Okay, okay, I'll do the laundry for three months. But I still don't know how you knew."

"You knew about them?" Clay questioned, pushing his glasses up. "Interesting, how did you figure it out?"

"I thought it was obvious. I mean, they fight the exact same way my sister and her girlfriend used to fight. And it was basically the exact same rivalry between my brother and his boyfriend before they got together."

"You knew because of the way they fight?" Clay balked. "Well, then maybe you could help me to interpret this." The brunette pulled out a piece of paper that had a series of insults, taunts, and phrases written on it. "I've compiled this list of the things that they say to each other most often."

Ruse looked at the paper and read through it a few times. He took a deep breath and pointed out the first column. "These basic insults are used to express frustration. How often are all of these used?"

Clay thought a moment, studying the list of words that he'd comprised. "Well, for the first column, about 40% of the time; the second one, 50%; and the last one 10% of the time."

Ruse nodded, "that explains a lot. See, like I said, the first column is expressing general frustration, and the second one is expressing dominance. Which makes a lot of sense, it would seem to me that those two would definitely be having issues of who's in control of whom and that the person on the bottom would be trying to exert his power."

Clay found himself agreeing, "okay, but what about the last column then?"

"Sex," Ruse simply stated. When both Clay and Yamagi drew a blank, he continued. "They're fighting over personal issues, and the way that they're phrased really brings that all out. Do you understand what I'm talking about?"

The brunette across from him nodded and re-gathered his papers. "Speaking of the couple, we should go back to our rooms so that I can put my stuff back." Clay got up, waiting a moment longer while Ruse and Yamagi followed him back down the hallway to their quarters. He would be very glad to be back in his own room again, it had felt very weird to sleep in Yamagi's bed the night before. The bed had been so pristinely made, he wondered if it had actually ever been slept in and the feeling of the pristine ness disturbed him.

Yamagi watched calmly as Clay gathered up his bedding to return to his room. He waved a gentle good-bye as he sat on Ruse's bed, waiting for the self-proclaimed genius to evacuate his sleeping quarters.

As the door closed behind number 89, he breathed a sigh of relief. "Do you think he suspected anything?" he asked his roommate and lover.

Ruse laughed a little, "he couldn't even tell with his own roommates, I doubt he figured us out in one night." The tall, green haired boy could tell that his words did little to comfort his lover, who sat on their bed, looking slightly upset still. He sat down behind him and pulled him into an all-too-familiar embrace, his breath lightly touching his ear as he whispered. "Hey, Yamagi, I'm hungry."

Yamagi sighed, not really paying attention, "Ruse, we just ate… ah!" The violet haired boy felt his eyes widen more than a little in surprise as Ruse started to feast upon the sweet spot below his ear. "Oh, that kind of hunger."

Clay opened the door to his room to be pleasantly surprised at seeing Hiead and Zero lying on the white haired boy's bed, snuggling quietly and serenely. He personally wasn't sure if it was a sight he could ever get used to, especially considering his own modesty and their past.

He went about resetting his bed when he glanced over at the couple and saw that Zero was trying to move things past the simple snuggling stage. He was gently starting to kiss Hiead's forehead and move down to his mouth, while his fingers buried themselves into the white hair.

Hiead shook his head a few times, clearly enjoying the contact, but not wanting it to progress any further for the time being. Zero, never really one to pay attention to warning signs, ignored the movement and continued to press onwards. He only stopped when the white haired boy pushed his hands away from himself and firmly said "no".

The black haired boy gave a grin and gently kissed his lover on the lips, trying to placate him into continuing. "I love it when your mouth says `no no', but your eyes say `yes yes'."

Clay winced as a moment later, Zero found himself flat on his back and looking up at the ceiling from the floor while part of his body was still on the bed. Hiead lowered his fist from the thrown punch and bit out "my fist says `no' too."

Zero slowly righted himself, standing up and lightly crossing his arms. "Okay, okay, okay," he muttered dejectedly. "I'll catch you when you're not on the rag, how's that sound?"

The boy with the glasses winced again a moment later, watching both amused and confused as Hiead launched himself at his lover, sending them both onto the floor, scuffling.

It was an odd fight to watch; both were busy throwing punches and trying to get up on top of the other. But at the same time, they were kissing one another and groping one another as well. In a bizarre, comforting way though, Clay did realize that while some things had changed, some were distinctly still the same.