Haruka's Fanfiction

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WARNING! This fanfic contains most if not all of the
following: graphic descriptions of S&M, non-consensual m/m f/f sex,
violence, rape, torture, physical and/or emotional abuse, humiliation,
degradation, suffering, regret, angst, misunderstandings, etc. If _any_
of the above bothers you even a little PLEASE DON'T READ ANY
FURTHER! If you do not heed this warning, I am not responsible.
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Seigi - Part 19

by Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

--

Arislan got to his feet, wishing his legs didn't feel quite so
jelly-like. It didn't help that most of the people in the dining area
were clapping to celebrate his coming humiliation.

Spanked. He was to be spanked. In public, no less. For the
entertainment of others. He was raised a Prince not undisciplined,
but never punished before the eyes of others save his parents and his
nanny. He could almost feel Daryun and Narsus' tension like a
physical entity. It would take all their self-restraint to make it through
this. His, too. For their sake, he'd have to remain calm and poised.

"Now that it's settled that Arislan will be our victim, who will
have the honour of bringing him to tears?" Quatre was saying. Rascal
covered his Pet's mouth to keep him from volunteering again, and
other Masters and Mistresses were glancing around thoughtfully. Lina
tugged on Scarlet's sleeve, but the redhaired Mistress shook her head
firmly.

"No one?" Quatre said in surprise.

"Kurama will do it."

Everyone looked toward Hiei, whose expression was as
unreadable as ever. Kurama's, however, was one of genuine shock.
Arislan wasn't surprised he'd heard some disturbing rumours that
Kurama disliked him for some reason.

"Fine!" Quatre beamed. "Kurama, have a seat in the chair.
Arislan, you know what to do."

Jump overboard? Run screaming? Neither option was
befitting a Prince, even if they _did_ manage to make themselves
known before being curtly dismissed. Arislan watched Kurama walk
over to the chair, glancing back at Hiei, then over at him. Was that a
_smile_? If it was, it had only been fleeting, and Kurama's pretty face
was carefully schooled as he seated himself on the centre chair.

Arislan knew all eyes were upon him now, including Daryun
and Narsus'. He couldn't let them down, even if it meant being
humiliated before them. Lifting his chin, he walked over to Kurama's
side. He moved as if to lower himself, but a throat cleared
significantly nearby and he looked up uncertainly.

"Pull down your pants, Arislan," Quatre directed kindly.

The Crowned Prince of Pars blushed so deeply, he was
surprised his cheeks didn't explode. He couldn't even take
satisfaction in seeing Kurama redden as well, although he did wonder
about it. Wasn't the redhead used to these games in his Community?
There was no time to ponder on it, he could tell Daryun and Narsus
were having silent conniption fits behind him. It was time to get this
over with. Summoning all of his court-bred composure, he slid his
breeches over his hips. After that, it was almost a relief to stretch
himself out over Kurama's lap at least that way certain parts of him
weren't showing. On the other hand, Kurama was still in shorts, and
the sensation of his own bare skin against the redhead's was
unnerving.

Not nearly as unnerving, however, as Kurama's hand on his
bare bottom. Arislan felt his thighs tingle and something warm took
root in the pit of his stomach. Kurama was only resting his palm
against him, probably waiting for a signal from Quatre, but that small
contact was making Arislan experience bodily reactions he'd never
imagined before. He only hoped Kurama couldn't tell, let alone the
spectators. Once it began, he knew things would be different. There
would be pain, and that would distract him from any erotic feelings he
was now having.

The warmth of Kurama's hand left him, then landed with
stinging force, making him gasp involuntarily. Never in his life had he
been struck by hand on the bare bottom, and the sound startled him as
much as the pain. Another blow landed and he barely caught himself
before crying out. Kurama had his other hand firmly against his waist,
holding him in place as his punishing hand came down again and
again. At first Arislan thought he could hear comments of approval
and other such snippets of conversation, but he soon stopped noticing
anything other than the pressure of Kurama's lap on his stomach, the
hand on his waist, and especially the hand that spanked him.

--

Kurama hadn't been able to believe that Hiei volunteered him
for this. Not that the desire to spank Arislan hadn't crossed his mind.
He didn't want to admit it, especially not to himself, but he was
feeling a little jealous of the doe-eyed blonde. Arislan was altogether
too charming with his sweet face, exotic accent, and perfect manners.
Kurama knew he had an ego -- most youkai did, and with Youko only
semi-dormant inside him, nothing less than centre stage was good
enough. Everywhere he went, he was considered the most beautiful
boy (or fox spirit) around. Arislan was serious competition there, and
having him over his lap and at his mercy was too good to be true.

At least, that was what he thought until it actually happened.
Then he realized several things at once. Hiei, the ratfink, had known
of his jealousy and volunteered him so he'd be forced to get over it, or
at least to control it. He wondered if it was also Hiei's intention to
embarrass the hell out of him. He could feel Arislan squirming
against his bare legs, the younger Pet's hardening penis was pressing
on his thigh. Kurama hated to admit it, but he was getting turned on
himself. Arislan's pert little bottom was already a nice rosy colour,
and would soon go from enticing tingling to uncomfortable stinging,
and then to painful burning. The audience was getting a kick out of
it, Kurama noticed as he glanced around while not letting up his
assault on Arislan's rear. The Masters were dividing their attention
between eating, talking, and watching the show. The Pets seemed
divided between wanting to watch and giving Arislan the courtesy of
looking away. Maze stared openly and seemed to be loving every
moment, while Inu Yasha only had eyes for Chihaya. The Seigi agents
tried not to look, but most of them did in spite of themselves.
Sesshomaru wasn't missing a second of it; his slitted eyes were
fastened on Arislan.

Daryun and Narsus surprised Kurama the most. Their heads
were turned away, and with every smack that struck Arislan, they
would both flinch as if they felt the blows themselves. What kind of
Masters were they? Maybe their home Community was different than
those represented here.

Arislan was getting squirmier and had finally begun to make
some noise in the form of quiet squeaks every time he was hit. No one
but Kurama could hear him. The redhead had to admit Arislan had a
lot of self-restraint to make it that far without wailing; he wasn't sure
he'd be as strong. Maybe that was another aspect of their own
Community -- could it be that Pets weren't allowed to show pain? It
hadn't really struck the agents that different Communities might have
different customs, and if that were the case, their job would be just
that much harder.

--

Narsus winced again as he heard another sharp smack descend
on his Prince's backside. Would this torture never _end_? He didn't
dare look to see how Arislan was faring -- even if everyone else in the
room stared, the Prince could at least know that he and Daryun did
not.

Daryun. Narsus stole a glance in his direction and saw the
muscle in his cheek twitch. It only did that when he was angered or
frustrated and was unable to vent it. This was temporary, however.
Narsus knew Daryun's fury would indeed be vented later, when they
were alone. He shuddered to think of how he would pay for this when
it was all over. The guilt alone would be his to bear, and he'd forever
have to live with that knowledge. Lest he forget, Daryun would surely
remind him. Not that forgetting was likely -- he may never look at
Arislan again without remembering this ordeal.

The Prince's endurance was waning. Narsus could hear soft
groans now along with the blows. He wanted to yell at Arislan not to
hold back. These people would probably keep the spectacle going
until they saw tears. Or blood. Narsus didn't want to think of the
latter. Oh, Your Highness, cry out! Beg for mercy if you must, pride
be damned!

Even as he willed it, the strategist knew it wouldn't happen.
He shouldn't even think of asking Arislan to be less than he was.

"We have to stop this," Daryun murmured in a strained tone.

"We can not," Narsus replied automatically, as Daryun
probably knew he would. There was nothing to be done but wait it out
and suffer along with their Prince. In more ways than one.

Narsus was reluctant to admit it, but something inside him that
he usually kept buried deeply was making itself known. Daryun
wasn't the only one he'd had lustful thoughts about; there had been
fleeting ones for Arislan, as well, and all this only served to stimulate
them. Anything of that nature with the Prince was out of the question,
but Narsus supposed he was no different from anyone else when it
came to admiring the Prince's beauty and wanting to be close to it. He
didn't exactly wish himself in Kurama's place, but he couldn't help
envying him the opportunity to touch Arislan so intimately. Shaking
his head, Narsus tried to clear out the shameful thoughts and think
about how they could help Arislan when it was over.

--

Nuriko gave Chihaya a reassuring pat on the arm, even though
he himself felt anything but reassured. The angel was having a hard
time accepting the performance that was taking place so much so
that he hadn't noticed Inu Yasha's intense gaze upon him. Nuriko
couldn't blame him. It wasn't everyday that a pretty, cultured young
man was publicly stripped bare and spanked in front of a roomful of
witnesses. Not in _their_ world, anyway. They should have realized
by now that things were different here. Very different, he thought,
looking over at Nakago.

Nuriko knew he wasn't himself. He'd never backed down
from a fight in his life, but ever since Nakago raped him, he'd been
erring on the side of caution and fear. What he _should_ do is report
what happened to the other agents -- it was evidence, after all. Proof
that Nakago didn't play by the rules. He and Pulse could go to Quatre
and have the blonde beast dealt with once and for all. Nuriko's
maroon eyes slid to the black-haired robot at his side. Even if he
_was_ a cyborg, he was one of the most handsome men he'd ever
seen. If he could get Pulse's mind off business for two seconds, there
might even be a chance for them to get to know each other on a
personal level. Nuriko didn't know if a human and a humanoid could
have a worthwhile relationship, but he wasn't ruling anything out,
either. He thought of Pulse taking him in his arms ... and shuddered.
No, not yet, Nuriko thought, trying to calm his racing heart. It was too
soon. You need rape counseling, Nuriko, he told himself sensibly.
He thought he could handle this alone, but he couldn't. Nor could he
bear the thought of telling anyone on board. Later, when the mission
was over, he could fall apart properly and pick up the pieces. For
now, he'd focus, and put what happened out of his mind.

If only Signal would stop looking at him like he should be
remembering something that was just out of reach ....

--

Arislan couldn't stand it anymore. It wasn't so much the pain
of his rear, although it felt like it must have swollen to twice its size.
The worse pain -- the one he felt he could no longer bear was
occurring in his penis. Every swat to his bottom only served to tease
his loins, and his member shifting against Kurama's leg created even
more desperate need. How long would this go on? Probably longer
than it would take for him to disgrace himself all over Kurama. He
couldn't do that, not with Narsus, Daryun, and countless strangers
watching him. Goddess, help me, he thought.

"Cry!"

Arislan raised his head slightly. He thought he'd heard
Kurama say something.

"Start crying!" Kurama hissed, keeping his head bowed in
supposed concentration. "That's what they're waiting for! I think
I've sprained my wrist already, but they won't stop for me, it has to be
_you_!"

"I ... ah!" Arislan gasped as another spank landed. "I can't!"

"You will or I'll make you! I don't want to be here all day!"
Kurama gave him an extra-hard swat that made tears jump to Arislan's
blue eyes. He tried to blink them back, not wanting to show this
weakness in front of his men and the spectators, but Kurama seemed
to suspect his intentions and tightened his hold. He rained a steady
succession of whacks on Arislan's scarlet backside, and before the
young Prince could prevent it, tears had tracked their way down his
cheeks and dripped onto the deck.

"That's enough, Kurama!" Quatre announced, clapping. "Very
good job!"

More applause joined his and Kurama sat back wearily,
rubbing his wrist. Arislan struggled to regain control over his tears,
choking back a sob before it could escape as he slid off Kurama's lap
to the floor, where he remained for several moments, enjoying the
cool hardness against his hot, wet face. He was painfully aware that
his member was still swollen and hard, unsatisfied. If he stood up,
everyone would see it if they hadn't already. Kurama had stood up,
and was turning to go back to Hiei's side.

"Kurama," Quatre stopped him, "you can't leave Arislan like
that. The poor boy needs some relief. Go back and take care of it,
will you?"

Some of the onlookers cheered, others murmured in curiosity.
Daryun and Narsus were watching now, and looked again as if they
wanted to intervene. Kurama glanced down at the suffering Arislan,
then at Hiei, who was scowling.

"I don't think I want him doing that," Hiei snarled.

Quatre looked at him in surprise. "He must. This is supposed
to be fun for the Pets as well as the Masters. Arislan did his part as the
victim, he deserves a reward."

"Let his Masters reward him, not Kurama."

"Kurama had the pleasure of spanking him, he will administer
the reward," Quatre's gentle voice took on a firmer tone. "Go ahead,
Kurama."

Arislan barely registered the conversation going on around
him. His world was pain and need. He wasn't sure he could even
stand up, let alone walk. He knew he should be strong, although at the
moment he couldn't quite remember why ....

Hands were turning him onto his back. Whose he wasn't sure,
but there was no mistaking the soreness of his rear as it came into
contact with the floor. He opened his wet eyes and saw a vision of his
own manhood, stiff and red, standing at attention. No! He thought
suddenly, realizing again where he was and who was watching. He
moved to turn over again to hide himself, but Kurama came into view.
The beautiful redhead bent over him and took his organ into his hand,
lowering his mouth onto it. Arislan's back arched as ridiculous joy
flooded through him. He _wasn't_ going to have to suffer through this
forever, Kurama was going to relieve him! The other boy drew on his
penis with his lips so skillfully that it was only a matter of moments
before Arislan spasmed and filled Kurama's mouth and throat.
Afterwards, he breathed a deep sigh of gratitude. "Thank you."

Kurama paused in wiping his mouth to look at him, startled.
"You're welcome," he answered.

Arislan noticed Daryun and Narsus then and realized what they
had just witnessed. His face flushed and he averted his gaze while
Kurama helped him to his feet. He quickly pulled his breeches back
up and left centre stage to go kneel by their table, eyes on the floor.

"That was great!" Rascal declared, clapping.

"A wonderful performance!" Scarlet agreed.

"Yes," Quatre said. "And since everyone has enjoyed it so
much, let's carry it on as a nightly event. So tomorrow will be
Kurama's turn as victim, and someone's lucky Pet will have _him_
over their lap!"

--

Narsus didn't know what to say to Arislan as they headed back
to their cabin. The young Prince was walking rather slowly, trying not
to show obvious pain. Narsus knew he'd have to say something
eventually, and wished inspiration would hit him before they shut the
cabin door. If inspiration didn't, then Daryun just might. The knight
wouldn't look in his direction, which was a bad sign. It wouldn't be
long before the two of them were alone, and then he knew Daryun
would have more than enough to say.

They reached the cabin and went inside. Arislan began
removing his tunic as he headed for the bathroom.

"Your Highness?" Narsus spoke up. "Is there anything we can
... do?"

Arislan paused. He looked back at them, and Narsus couldn't
help thinking that even flushed and tear-streaked with his hair mussed,
the Prince was beautiful. Especially when he smiled, as he managed
to do now.

"I'll be all right, thank you, Narsus," he said. "To my
knowledge, no one has ever died from a spanking."

"But that was excessive, Your Highness," Daryun said,
frowning deeply. "You must be in pain ...."

"That's why I'm going to take a warm bath," Arislan
answered. His blue eyes turned away briefly, then he took a deep
breath and faced them again. "I'm sorry the two of you had to witness
my own weakness toward the end. I could no longer control myself
and I'm very embarrassed and ashamed."

"There's no need," Narsus told him. "You may be a Prince,
but you are also human. Anyone else would have done the same
thing."

"Perhaps," Arislan said softly. "But I still feel like I should
have resisted at the end."

Daryun went over to him and put his hands on his shoulders.
"Your Highness, I assure you that we think no less of you because of
this. You bore the ordeal well. It is _we_ who are ashamed for having
allowed you to be put in that position. We failed you."

Arislan gasped. "That's not true, Daryun! You had no choice!
None of us did."

"Exactly," Narsus agreed. "So please don't give it another
thought and don't ever feel ashamed. We're proud of you, as we've
always been."

Arislan gave him a grateful smile. "Thank you, Narsus." He
looked up at Daryun and hugged him. "And thank you, Daryun. No
one was ever as fortunate as I to have friends such as yourselves."

Daryun smiled fondly as he stroked the Prince's white-blonde
hair. "We feel the same way, Your Highness."

Arislan stepped back, his eyes moist again, but a shy smile
upon his lips. "And now I'll take my leave for a while and try to ease
some of the soreness out of my skin."

The two men watched their Prince disappear into the bathroom
and shut the door behind him. Daryun turned toward Narsus, who
braced himself for the onslaught.

"It's all my fault."

What? Narsus' head snapped up to look at Daryun, whose
shoulders drooped with invisible burden. "Your ... fault?" he
repeated.

"Yes," Daryun insisted. "If I had been thinking clearly, I
would have come up with a reason to keep him out of that. I was just
so stunned that they wanted to do such a thing, I couldn't ...." He
shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "And once it began, I
was distracted by my own shameful thoughts and urges."

Narsus stared. "You mean ... you had lustful thoughts about--"

"About the Prince? Yes, damn it!" Daryun slammed his fist
down on the desk top. It began to tremble where it rested against the
wood. "It's not the first time," the knight admitted in a low voice.
"Sometimes he just looks at me with those big earnest eyes and I want
to ... Goddess help me, I won't put it into words!"

Narsus moved to his side and touched his arm. "You're not the
only one," he said softly.

Daryun looked sharply at him. "Don't patronize me. I know
others want him! That entire dining room wanted him! But I'm
supposed to be his trusted _friend_!"

"As his friends, perhaps we have the greater right to be
attracted to him," Narsus said. "We see him on a daily basis, not only
his beauty, but his strength of character and convictions." He met
Daryun's eyes. "I'm attracted to that in him, the way I'm attracted to
that and more in you."

Daryun blinked. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it
again. Narsus smiled wryly.

"If you don't say something soon, I will be wretchedly
humiliated and shall crawl into the nearest hole to die."

Daryun's startled expression settled into a smile. "As we are
in the middle of the ocean, I shall save you from certain drowning."
He sighed helplessly and toyed with a lock of Narsus' long hair. "Yes,
I'll admit, I have been attracted to you as well, albeit simultaneously
with frustration and exasperation."

"Be careful, Daryun, or you'll give me a swelled head with all
that flattery."

"I see there's no way to shut you up but one." Daryun pulled
Narsus against him suddenly and crushed his lips under his own. The
strategist relaxed into the embrace and responded willingly. When the
kiss broke off and their eyes met, both men chuckled.

"And I thought you would never forgive me for what happened
out there," Narsus breathed. "I was afraid you'd hate me."

"Do you think me so narrow-minded?" Daryun murmured,
brushing back Narsus' hair. "We are both responsible for Prince
Arislan and anything that happens to him while in our care. I would
not lay on you any blame that I would not accept myself."

Narsus rested his head against Daryun's shoulder. It was as
strong and safe as he knew it would feel, especially with Daryun's
arms enveloping him.

They would have contentedly remained that way if not for
someone knocking on the cabin door. Reluctantly, Daryun released
Narsus and the latter went to see who was there.

"Yes?" he said as he opened the door. Quatre's Pet, Duo,
stood waiting. He held out a small white jar.

"My Master told me to bring this to you," he said. "For
Arislan. It should help his butt, you know?" He winked. "And he
said applying it would be fun for _you_."

"Uh, thank you." Narsus accepted the jar. "And thank your
Master, as well."

"No prob." Duo gave him a salute and loped down the hall.
Narsus shut the door and looked at the jar, then at Daryun.

"I don't know about you, but I don't trust myself."

"Nor do I," Daryun agreed, taking the jar from him. He went
to the bathroom door and knocked. "Your Highness? Someone has
just left a jar of soothing cream for you to use on your skin."

"The door is unlocked, Daryun," Arislan called back. "I'm
going to soak here for a while, so just slip it inside and I'll use it
later."

Daryun did so, shutting the door firmly behind the jar. He and
Narsus exchanged a smile.

"You heard him, Artist, he's going to be a while," Daryun said.
"What do you say we finish our conversation in my room?"

"I say yes, noble Knight. The sooner the better."

As they left, the bathroom door opened slightly and Arislan
peeked out, watching them go. Well, it's about time! He thought
firmly as Daryun's bedroom door closed. He'd known for ages that
the two were destined for each other, it was only a matter of when
_they_ would realize it. He supposed he shouldn't have listened in on
their conversation, but was glad he had. Their feelings of attraction
for him would likely pass now that they had found each other. Arislan
had yet to sort out his own feelings -- he knew he loved them both and
was pleased to see them together -- but had a feeling his own love was
yet to be found. He was in no hurry, though. Right now he was
content to concentrate on learning how to rule, and enjoy his friends'
companionship, advice, and protection while doing so. Smiling to
himself, he retreated back into the bathroom.

--

"And exactly _how_ can you blame me for this?" Kurama
demanded. "You're the one who volunteered me!"

"Hn," Hiei retorted, arms crossed.

"Oh, fine, Attila the Hn, _don't_ tell me," Kurama snapped.
"Just don't act like it's my fault, okay?"

"It's not your fault," Hiei conceded grumpily. "And I had a
reason for volunteering you."

"Uh-huh, I _know_ what your reason was. You thought I was
jealous of Arislan." Kurama looked away. "Well, maybe I was. A
little. But I passed the test, didn't I? I didn't hurt him anymore than I
had to."

"Yeah, you passed," Hiei said, then added, "He's not as pretty
as you, you know."

Kurama smiled at him radiantly. He went over and wrapped
his arms around Hiei, who gave him a tight squeeze around the waist.

"I'm sorry about what happened at the end," Hiei told him. "I
hadn't bargained for that."

"Neither had I," Kurama laughed softly. "It wasn't so bad.
I've done that and worse as Youko over five hundred years."

Hiei pulled away, and Kurama thought he saw a hint of a pout.
"I don't wanna hear about Youko's sex habits before _I_ met him."
He gave Kurama a direct look. "But since you brought him up, you'd
better start thinking about how you're going to control him when you
take _your_ turn tomorrow night."

Kurama gasped. "That's right! Youko doesn't like being hurt,
he might rebel!"

"I could pick someone else," Hiei said hopefully.

"Hiei, you can't!" Kurama admonished. "We're Seigi agents!
We have to sacrifice ourselves in a situation like this." He looked
thoughtful. "Maybe if I start to cry early on they'll stop it before
Youko can appear."

"We'd better hope so or this may be the first ship in history to
sink from excessive vegetation."

--

End of part 19

(1997)

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