[fic: multi-chapter] harem part 5
Title: Harem (working title) chapter 5
Author: etre_sans_age
Rating: R
Characters: Turkey/France, various nameless humans
Warnings: shota
Summary: Is anyone even reading this? I don't know anymore. Another filler chapter until I can find a way to make the ending less anticlimactic than it's threatening to be...
[ part one]
[ part two]
[ part three]
[ part four]
He did not open his eyes first, but listened carefully to the soft rustling, a viper on the hunt. It seemed that the boy had woken early and was now exploring the room. First the contents of the desk, rustling through parchments and scrolls, then the drawers, then the shelves. For what, he could not guess.
Sadiq quietly rolled to his side, to better reach the dagger hidden under the mattress. To be truthful, an empire had little to fear from a small human slave, but he was not one to take chances if the child should turn out to be something less innocuous.
It seemed that Francis had found something to interest him, and he stilled and started to hum softly to himself, a pretty lilting song from his homeland. Curious, Sadiq opened his eyes, and what he saw made him smile.
“Francis, what d’you think you are doing?”
The boy whirled around in surprise, a wooden toy horse in his hand. “Ah! I-I was just looking around, and this thing fell off the shelf and I caught it. I was going to put it back, I swear!”
Sadiq had to laugh at his guilty expression. Not a spy nor an assassin after all, but a human child, even younger than he had guessed to still be playing with toys. He got up and crossed the room to where Francis was trying to put the toy back, plucking the toy away and placing it on a shelf.
“You can play with this if you want, but these toys are not yours to keep.”
“Whose are they then?” Francis promptly asked, clearly not bothered by the fact that he was not allowed to own anything as a slave. “They’re not yours, are they, Sadiq? You are a little old to be playing with toys.”
Snorting, Sadiq answered, “Of course they’re not mine, they belonged to some kid I used to look after.”
“Oh, you mean your little brother?”
“Yeah, something like that.” It would be a little difficult to describe the relationship of Greece and the other nations of the empire to himself, so he left it at that. Unfortunately, this only made Francis even more curious.
“Where is he now? Why isn’t he still living with you? Can I see him sometime? We could have been friends. You know, I used to have a little brother, too!”
“You sure ask a lot of questions for a slave,” Sadiq grumbled with barely hidden exasperation.
“Oh. I… I’m sorry.” Francis looked up at Sadiq with a strangely sad look in his blue eyes, and he impulsively wrapped his arms about his waist. “He is gone, isn’t he?” he whispered. “You must miss him.”
“He’s gone, but I’ll get him back someday. Don’t worry about that, little one.” He paused to run his fingers through the boy’s soft curls, allowing himself a moment to remember all of the fledgling nations he had tried to bring to his home, though they never stayed for long. If only Francis could stay and comfort him whenever he was alone, if only he could stop wishing for the impossible.
“Come on, let’s get back to bed, and think of happier things.”
There was no point in wasting time, and while Francis was still eager to please and not contemplating things such as rebellion and raising armies like certain other children in his acquaintance, Sadiq planned to take advantage of that.
And Francis was so, so happy to please, so Sadiq had to avail himself of the boy’s willing body, his soft and slender thighs that felt so delightful to the touch. If he were in a poetic mood, he would write something to the effect of tasting the sweetest and juiciest fruit in the garden of summer’s paradise, but as of the moment, his brain had turned to mash and he could not think of anything else other than how he wanted to do it again, eventually. Stroking the boy’s damp belly, he drowsily wondered how the boy would handle a cock in his mouth and came to the logical conclusion that he should try it out soon, for that would at least stop him from asking questions for a little while.
They lazed away the morning in bed, naked bodies intertwined while they dozed off their pleasant exhaustion. At last the waking world called to them, demanding they attend to matters such as food and drink. But there was still afternoon and evening, and a few hours of distractions would take up the time by then.
[ part 6]
Author: etre_sans_age
Rating: R
Characters: Turkey/France, various nameless humans
Warnings: shota
Summary: Is anyone even reading this? I don't know anymore. Another filler chapter until I can find a way to make the ending less anticlimactic than it's threatening to be...
[ part one]
[ part two]
[ part three]
[ part four]
He did not open his eyes first, but listened carefully to the soft rustling, a viper on the hunt. It seemed that the boy had woken early and was now exploring the room. First the contents of the desk, rustling through parchments and scrolls, then the drawers, then the shelves. For what, he could not guess.
Sadiq quietly rolled to his side, to better reach the dagger hidden under the mattress. To be truthful, an empire had little to fear from a small human slave, but he was not one to take chances if the child should turn out to be something less innocuous.
It seemed that Francis had found something to interest him, and he stilled and started to hum softly to himself, a pretty lilting song from his homeland. Curious, Sadiq opened his eyes, and what he saw made him smile.
“Francis, what d’you think you are doing?”
The boy whirled around in surprise, a wooden toy horse in his hand. “Ah! I-I was just looking around, and this thing fell off the shelf and I caught it. I was going to put it back, I swear!”
Sadiq had to laugh at his guilty expression. Not a spy nor an assassin after all, but a human child, even younger than he had guessed to still be playing with toys. He got up and crossed the room to where Francis was trying to put the toy back, plucking the toy away and placing it on a shelf.
“You can play with this if you want, but these toys are not yours to keep.”
“Whose are they then?” Francis promptly asked, clearly not bothered by the fact that he was not allowed to own anything as a slave. “They’re not yours, are they, Sadiq? You are a little old to be playing with toys.”
Snorting, Sadiq answered, “Of course they’re not mine, they belonged to some kid I used to look after.”
“Oh, you mean your little brother?”
“Yeah, something like that.” It would be a little difficult to describe the relationship of Greece and the other nations of the empire to himself, so he left it at that. Unfortunately, this only made Francis even more curious.
“Where is he now? Why isn’t he still living with you? Can I see him sometime? We could have been friends. You know, I used to have a little brother, too!”
“You sure ask a lot of questions for a slave,” Sadiq grumbled with barely hidden exasperation.
“Oh. I… I’m sorry.” Francis looked up at Sadiq with a strangely sad look in his blue eyes, and he impulsively wrapped his arms about his waist. “He is gone, isn’t he?” he whispered. “You must miss him.”
“He’s gone, but I’ll get him back someday. Don’t worry about that, little one.” He paused to run his fingers through the boy’s soft curls, allowing himself a moment to remember all of the fledgling nations he had tried to bring to his home, though they never stayed for long. If only Francis could stay and comfort him whenever he was alone, if only he could stop wishing for the impossible.
“Come on, let’s get back to bed, and think of happier things.”
There was no point in wasting time, and while Francis was still eager to please and not contemplating things such as rebellion and raising armies like certain other children in his acquaintance, Sadiq planned to take advantage of that.
And Francis was so, so happy to please, so Sadiq had to avail himself of the boy’s willing body, his soft and slender thighs that felt so delightful to the touch. If he were in a poetic mood, he would write something to the effect of tasting the sweetest and juiciest fruit in the garden of summer’s paradise, but as of the moment, his brain had turned to mash and he could not think of anything else other than how he wanted to do it again, eventually. Stroking the boy’s damp belly, he drowsily wondered how the boy would handle a cock in his mouth and came to the logical conclusion that he should try it out soon, for that would at least stop him from asking questions for a little while.
They lazed away the morning in bed, naked bodies intertwined while they dozed off their pleasant exhaustion. At last the waking world called to them, demanding they attend to matters such as food and drink. But there was still afternoon and evening, and a few hours of distractions would take up the time by then.
[ part 6]