The Harem || BYOAphro

[unorthodoxish]

If his dismissive, uninviting posture wasn't enough to make the men being brought to him for approval to his future harem shrink back in fear then certainly the cold, ruinous gaze he leveled each with was. He didn't care to indulge himself in the iniquitous dalliances other royals seemed to live their daily lives by. It was pathetic. He had far

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Captured prince from fallen country as a part of the harem, y/n? :D;

[king_of_fanelia]

The next man led out had his hands tied behind his back, being essentially dragged out from the line to be presented to Sanzo. The boy in question took one look at the prince before him, ruby red eyes studying him for a few brief seconds before he scoffed and turned away. It didn't seem as if the guard escorting him appreciated that though, kicking the boy's legs out from underneath him and barking the order to show respect to the prince.

Van didn't say a word (aside from having grunted when he fell), instead looking away with a light flush on his face. He didn't have to take this... Not from them.

[[So aphro can be rising, he's fifteen (hope that isn't... too bad, but that's his canon age), I read your prefs and am okay with everything there. I just hope Sanzo doesn't mind that Van's going to be on the feisty side. ^^; Even just CR is awesome.]]

Yes~ :D!

[unorthodoxish]

It wasn't until the guard reprimanded Van that Sanzo opened his eyes, a single brow lifting. He'd been planning to ignore everyone else brought in until there was no one left and he could go about the rest of his day freely, but this one was too curious to just ignore. "Your name?" he prompted, speaking for the first time since the whole ordeal had begun.

[OOC: That all works for me. *nodnod*]

[king_of_fanelia]

The entire court went silent at that, but Van simply glared up at Sanzo. He took his sweet time in answering too, and it wasn't until that impatient guard bopped him on the head again that he spoke, "All right! My name is Van."

This was humiliating, and that really was the only word for it. He turned away the moment he was done speaking, and if he didn't know the guard wasn't right there and watching him like a hawk he would have tried to get to his feet again.

[unorthodoxish]

If he was irritated by the pointed delay in a reply, it didn't show. He merely watched Van. He was aware of the court's baited silence. Almost painfully aware, as attention shifted between himself and Van expectantly. He drew out the silence a bit longer before speaking again. "And why are you bound?"

[craiglawson]

Craig had heard this man didn't seem to want a harem, or care. Still, Craig had been washed, oiled, and knew he looked good. The deep red harem pants still gauzy and see through, a strange contrast to the color of them.

As he neared the beginning of the line he saw Sanzo's boredom with the proceedings, biting his own lip nervously. He knew life in a harem was much easier when you had your master's preference. "Your highness," he said, kneeling in front of him. He forced himself not to balk at the stare, just nod slightly in acceptance.

Perhaps the lack of fear would help him?

[OOC: Craig is a submissive, sometimes, likes serving, likes things a bit rough. He can also be a bit mouthy sometimes. No bathroom/gore/death. Anything else just ask.]

[unorthodoxish]

Sanzo fought back a sigh as he heard the next potential approach and kneel in front of him. Opening his eyes, he glanced down at him, a quick, fleeting glance before he was looking off to the side. This one... was admittedly striking. He spoke before he could stop himself. "Your name?"

[OOC: Noted~.]

[craiglawson]

"Craig, sir," he told him, flashing him a smile when he spoke to him. Craig hadn't heard his voice as the others before him had gone through. "Do I please you?"

[OOC: Will Sanzo expect virgins in his harem?]

[unorthodoxish]

Sanzo looked at him squarely then, sitting up the slightest bit. He was aware that the guards and other servants were watching him, a bit shocked by his sudden involvement. He didn't bother to acknowledge them as he inclined his head. "The better question is, do you think you can please me?" There was challenge in his voice.

[OOC: Not really, no, but I imagine some would included? xD]

[chocoblade]

"Ouch! Not even going to look at me before you reject me, Your Majesty? Now I see why all those other slaves were led out in tears. You're just as icy as the rumors say."

The servants who brought him in could do little but gawk and gibber. Bartz had a reputation among the slaves for his mouth; perhaps they had expected the glory of the prince to shut him up, but if that was the case, they were sorely mistaken. He stepped closer to Sanzo, more as if he were a free man taking a pleasant stroll than the lowly slave he was, approaching the prince without so much as a shirt on his back.

"You'll never thaw out if you keep sending all us nice boys away, you know!"

[unorthodoxish]

Sanzo slowly opened his eyes. For a moment, he stared at Bartz, expression unreadable. It was excepted that he would wave him away, especially after such a brazen display, so when his lips twitched into a sardonic smirk and he leaned forward, a nearly tangible ripple of surprise cut through the room. "Who says I want to be thawed out?"

[chocoblade]

"Oh, I wouldn't know if you want to. But most people need to once in a while. Royals especially. You've got enough on your plate as it is, we can't have you unable to concentrate on negotiations because you're too busy staring at some foreign noble's ass or something," Bartz blathered on, oblivious to the shock around him.

"But if you're gonna eat, you might as well make it a good meal. Same thing for sex, and that's where Bartz Klauser comes in!" he grinned, stretching his arms toward the ceiling; half showing off the lean muscle of a nimble warrior, half good old stretching.

[unorthodoxish]

One of his eyebrows lifted. He was definitely talkative, wasn't he? Too bad he wasn't saying anything more worthwhile. When he finished, giving that rather pointed stretch, Sanzo's gaze trailed down his form, nothing the lithe musculature. Tempting? Yes, but he'd be damned if he was going to openly acknowledge as much. "And what makes you think you're so damn great? I've sent away hundreds just like you without so much as a blink."

If you're still accepting threads would you mind a Gojyo?

[mercurialbreeze]

What a production it had been from start to finish and Gojyo had been strategically chained up so that the guards and the servants could manipulate his unwilling body to do what they wanted to do. It wasn’t the first time he’d been battered into submission, but they were careful not to bruise him up too much. That didn’t stop the redhead from lashing out at every conceivable turn-when they tried do bathe him, when they dried him off, when they painted his skin with strangely scented exotic oils that gave his somewhat tanned flesh a more golden complexion…or when they powdered him with a honey flavored dust. What the hell was he supposed to be anyway? They had to fight Gojyo just to get him into the simple, black cotton harem pants with slits cut up the sides, giving just a tantalizing glimpse of his legs…his best feature he thought. And brushing his hair had been an adventure he made sure no one would forget in the near future, but they managed to brush the fiery strands until they fell around his face like silk curtains