Amazon Prince... Part 6
Title: Amazon Prince Part 6
Pairings: AXA, F X M, Yoh X Daisuke (Sunglasses)
Disclaimer: Not my characters
AMAZON PRINCE... Part 6
For the several days that the unknown man had been unconscious, Mikhail found himself thinking of him everyday. As he helped his regiment pack up camp to move northward, he would wonder if the stranger would recover soon if at all. And the more he thought about him, the more he wondered why he continued to think about him.
There was no denying the man was unquestionably beautiful. Like his father Asami Ryuu, Mikhail was attracted to beauty since the cradle. When he was little, he once said he was going to marry his 'Mama Aki,' and then promptly got his ears boxed by his father. He remembered crying afterword not because his father had boxed his ears but because Mama Aki had told him he was already married (to his father of course) as he laughed and rumpled Mikhail's blond curls. Utterly heartbroken at the news, Mikhail promised himself he would find someone as beautiful as his Mama Aki to marry.
But there were many, many beautiful men out there. Maybe not as beautiful, but there were definitely some that were more exotic.
Was it the chance of unraveling a mysterious past? He had as a child loved hearing stories of people and the lives they had lived when they visited his father. His stepmom often said he was made to be a bard and his father would say it was because of his influence (which would lead to the very immature gesture of his stepmom sticking out his tongue and his father's response with something like 'Unless you plan to use that in a more interesting way, I suggest you put it away.'). And who would have more of an interesting story than a man who was dressed as a female in Amazonian clothing?
There was some credence to that theory for a million questions were running through his head. There was not much known about what Amazons did to their captive because few had escaped to tell their tale, Liu Yanzhui's father being one of them. Were they forced to dress as women? If they weren't killed, were they servants? Slaves? The bard and general who needed to know about his enemies had to find out.
Around noon, as had been his custom for the past several days, he went to the doctor's tent to check on his patient. But when he pulled back the cloth flap, his heart sank into his stomach when the familiar table was vacant, covered in dark stains of a brownish red. 'Had he died?'
Then the sound of panting drew his attention and he was relieved to see long black hair towards the flap that led to the Doctor's private quarters.
He smiled and walked towards the stranger. "You're finally awake!" he said, making sure to put on his best charming smile.
Wide, frightened eyes turned towards him and the beautiful dark orbs in such an expression began to stir an important part of his anatomy. Damn, this stranger was even more beautiful than he initially thought. Although the stranger was still somewhat pale from blood loss, his color had returned a great deal and brought out the high cheekbones, lush lips, and large slanted eyes. The doctor's first wife, Yoh had obviously dressed him since the last time he visited for he was wearing a very loose black tunic and pantaloon set.
For awhile, he was unable to do anything but stare until he heard the sounds coming from the room and recognized them for what they were.
Was that the reason why the stranger had looked so frightened? That he was caught spying on the good doctor and his first wife? Was the stranger perverted?
The little Mikhail between his legs was throbbing painfully at that thought. Putting a blinding smile on he said, "I'm Mik..."
Whatever he was expecting, he was not expecting the stranger to punch him in the stomach, forcing him on his knees.
"You will not touch me!" the stranger cried in a slightly accented voice before collapsing on the floor with an expression of pain as he clutched his shoulder wound.
Clutching his still-throbbing stomach, he struggled to regain his breath.
By Ares, the boy could punch.
At some point while he was distracted from the pain, the boy had assumed a defensive position.
After awhile, Mik realized what the problem was and moved back. The gods only knew what had been done to him while captured.
He wasn't afraid of getting caught, he was afraid of sex!
TBC
PlEaSe CoMmEnT!
Pairings: AXA, F X M, Yoh X Daisuke (Sunglasses)
Disclaimer: Not my characters
AMAZON PRINCE... Part 6
For the several days that the unknown man had been unconscious, Mikhail found himself thinking of him everyday. As he helped his regiment pack up camp to move northward, he would wonder if the stranger would recover soon if at all. And the more he thought about him, the more he wondered why he continued to think about him.
There was no denying the man was unquestionably beautiful. Like his father Asami Ryuu, Mikhail was attracted to beauty since the cradle. When he was little, he once said he was going to marry his 'Mama Aki,' and then promptly got his ears boxed by his father. He remembered crying afterword not because his father had boxed his ears but because Mama Aki had told him he was already married (to his father of course) as he laughed and rumpled Mikhail's blond curls. Utterly heartbroken at the news, Mikhail promised himself he would find someone as beautiful as his Mama Aki to marry.
But there were many, many beautiful men out there. Maybe not as beautiful, but there were definitely some that were more exotic.
Was it the chance of unraveling a mysterious past? He had as a child loved hearing stories of people and the lives they had lived when they visited his father. His stepmom often said he was made to be a bard and his father would say it was because of his influence (which would lead to the very immature gesture of his stepmom sticking out his tongue and his father's response with something like 'Unless you plan to use that in a more interesting way, I suggest you put it away.'). And who would have more of an interesting story than a man who was dressed as a female in Amazonian clothing?
There was some credence to that theory for a million questions were running through his head. There was not much known about what Amazons did to their captive because few had escaped to tell their tale, Liu Yanzhui's father being one of them. Were they forced to dress as women? If they weren't killed, were they servants? Slaves? The bard and general who needed to know about his enemies had to find out.
Around noon, as had been his custom for the past several days, he went to the doctor's tent to check on his patient. But when he pulled back the cloth flap, his heart sank into his stomach when the familiar table was vacant, covered in dark stains of a brownish red. 'Had he died?'
Then the sound of panting drew his attention and he was relieved to see long black hair towards the flap that led to the Doctor's private quarters.
He smiled and walked towards the stranger. "You're finally awake!" he said, making sure to put on his best charming smile.
Wide, frightened eyes turned towards him and the beautiful dark orbs in such an expression began to stir an important part of his anatomy. Damn, this stranger was even more beautiful than he initially thought. Although the stranger was still somewhat pale from blood loss, his color had returned a great deal and brought out the high cheekbones, lush lips, and large slanted eyes. The doctor's first wife, Yoh had obviously dressed him since the last time he visited for he was wearing a very loose black tunic and pantaloon set.
For awhile, he was unable to do anything but stare until he heard the sounds coming from the room and recognized them for what they were.
Was that the reason why the stranger had looked so frightened? That he was caught spying on the good doctor and his first wife? Was the stranger perverted?
The little Mikhail between his legs was throbbing painfully at that thought. Putting a blinding smile on he said, "I'm Mik..."
Whatever he was expecting, he was not expecting the stranger to punch him in the stomach, forcing him on his knees.
"You will not touch me!" the stranger cried in a slightly accented voice before collapsing on the floor with an expression of pain as he clutched his shoulder wound.
Clutching his still-throbbing stomach, he struggled to regain his breath.
By Ares, the boy could punch.
At some point while he was distracted from the pain, the boy had assumed a defensive position.
After awhile, Mik realized what the problem was and moved back. The gods only knew what had been done to him while captured.
He wasn't afraid of getting caught, he was afraid of sex!
TBC
PlEaSe CoMmEnT!