The Price of a Life
Disclaimer: Not mine... but i don't remember who the
characters actully belong to. This story contains non consensual sex between
two males. So if any of that squicks you or you are under 18. DON'T READ THIS.
Author's
Note: Well I actually wrote this about threee years ago and it's been kicking
around on loose leaf all that time. But anyway I was only working with the
North American dub and what I could find on the Net. So there may be
missing/wacked details and really neat spellings.
Malachite glared furiously at the dark haired
man kneeling before Queen Beryl. Prince Endymion. He wished to Darkness he'd
never brought the injured man back here. No longer was he the most likely to
oust the Queen, no longer was he the heir to the throne. Now this Prince was
here. He'd even been assigned to help deal with the Sailor Scouts, as if the
high Yuma needed help.
He'd been lost in thought and suddenly, The
Prince was in front him. "Your Highness." He hissed, bowing slightly.
"Don't bother Malachite. You don't
respect me anymore for the title."
"And why should I respect you?" He
asked in a deadly calm voice. "You and your Princess have caused me a fall
from the grace of the Queen and the death of my most prized student."
"But that wouldn't upset you, you bide
your time and wait. Missing your lover High Yuma?"
The taunt hit home. "Damn you." He
growled.
"Not much to miss if you ask me. But to
each their own." Endymion commented as he turned and strode out of the
room.
Malachite stared after the Prince. How did
that man see what no one else did? Everyone else thought his and Zoicite's
relationship had been entirely one sided. But he had felt some amount of
emotion towards the young Yuma. And his bed had felt very empty the last few
nights.
* * *
Late that night, Endymion woke to find Mal
standing over him. "Come to kill me Malachite? Do you think you can?"
"Not to kill you Prince; humiliate you
certainly."
Endymion saw the blade in the Yuma's hand
flash in the dim light. And he knew Mal meant to scare him. Prove his dominance
to everyone.
"I think not Yuma." Endymion
hissed, grabbing the wrist of the hand which held the dagger, pulling hard and
yanking Mal down onto the bed, cracking his head on the frame.
Getting to his feet, Endymion looked at the
dazed Yuma, he only had a few moments to act.
* * *
When Malachite came back to himself he found
himself face down, spread eagle on the bed, his wrists and ankles bound to the
bed post.
"Welcome back."
Malachite turned his head towards the voice.
"Let me up." He growled. The other man just laughed. "You came
to humiliate me and it was to be a public humiliation, something everyone would
have seen. But I am more merciful, your humiliation will be a private one
between you and I.
"What are you going to do?" He
asked wearily.
"Oh, nothing much." Endymion said,
climbing on to the bed and kneeling between Malachite's spread legs. Malachite
felt the brush of the Prince's legs and for the first time, realizing that he
was naked.
"You wouldn't..." He hissed,
struggling against the bonds.
"You would rather I scared you?"
"*Yes*." Malachite almost shouted
as Endymion's hands began stroking his ass.
"Maybe I'll do that as well. But I'm
quite looking forward to this."
Malachite flinched as a finger slid down the
crack of his ass, then pressed against the puckered opening, then pushed
inside. The Yuma writhed, trying desperately to free himself. Endymion hit him
hard between the shoulder blades and Malachite stopped struggling.
"Frightened Lord Malachite?" The
Prince purred, adding a second finger and twisting them around. "Could it
be you never allowed a lover this intimacy?"
The fingers in his ass were twisted again,
then they were gone, replaced with something larger and harder. He screamed as
Endymion pushed his cock into the hilt in one hard, fast thrust.
Endymion held still, savoring the tight heat
of the Yuma's ass.
"So you haven't had anyone up here
before." He said, then began thrusting, settling into a brutal rhythm.
"Virgin, who'd've thought?"
Malachite tried not to scream, biting his
lips until they bled. And finally, he had to cry out. The Prince just gave a
breathy taunt and drove himself deeper still into the Yuma's body, delighting
in the pained cries.
After what seemed like forever to Malachite,
he felt Endymion arch over him as he came with a shout.
For a moment after he collapsed, the Prince
lay on the high Yuma's back, then rose to his knees. In a moment, he found the
dagger and cut the ropes binding Malachite, then shoved the Yuma off the bed.
Malachite lay in a heap where he'd fallen,
then finally gathered his wits enough to call a portal and crawled through it,
tumbling into his chambers.
* * *
The next morning, when Malachite appeared in the
Queen's presence he tried to look anywhere but at the Prince. Suddenly,
something caught his eyes. There, in Endymion's boot. His dagger, the hilt
plainly visible. It would appear that he'd offered the dagger as a sign of
allegiance to the Prince. Or that Endymoin had bested him in a fight.
*Damn*. If only he'd kept his temper. If he
hadn't wanted to embarrass the Prince, he wouldn't be in this situation. Now he
looked weak, everyone would think he handed over his dagger, or worse, he was
bested. But at least no one would suspect the truth he thought, cringing
slightly.
Suddenly, he felt the Queen's eyes on him and
he almost felt as though she was looking through him. Oh darkness, she knows,
he thought in a panic. But then she looked away.
Finally, she allowed him to give his report.
Then he ported out to the safety of his chambers. Gingerly he sat at his work
table. Pain shot through him. Why did he ever bring that damned man here?
To save your own skin, a small voice in his
mind, reminded him. So this was the price of his life. At least he should
outlive the Prince. The power would be his, it would just take a little longer.
* * *
Endymion was sitting in his own chambers.
Everyone had noticed the dagger in his boot. But he'd ignored every question on
how he'd gotten it. "It's not anyone's affair but Lord Malachite's and my
own." He'd finally declared lowly. Across the room, Malachite's eyes had
flown up to lock with his own. The rumor was now that he'd bested the High
Yuma. The animosity would make it believable.