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Sex is the Answer...	By : DeadAngel Category: +. to F > Escaflowne Views: 1546 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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** Author’s note**

Short fic about Folken and Shesta based on the movie Homo-erotic Mayhem…need I say More?

Sex is the Question

It was near
dawn. All of the Dragon Slayers had assembled in the meeting Hall as Dilandau had ordered. There had also been another message
delivered with the first: All the boys were to present themselves wearing no
armor, simply their undershirts and a pair of pants. When boots were brought
into question, the idea was shot down.

Many of the
boys looked to the other and shifted on their weight due to the nearly
unbearable temperature of the cold steel flooring beneath their bare feet. Dallet tucked his chin length brown hair behind his ear and
looked to Shesta who tried in vain to keep his bottom
lip from trembling.

“What the
hell do you think is going on? Has this Dilandau lost
his mind?”

“I’m not
sure…” Came a reply from Miguel who stood to Dallet’s
other side. “But all I know is I’m freezing…they don’t even have any oil lamps
in here…”

“Maybe this
is some type of torture?” Guimel piped before the
sliding of the main door brought all heads forward and all mouths closed. Dilandau stood in the doorway. He, of course, was garbed
from head to foot with his armor. He smirked cruelly at the situation he had
placed his soon-to-be loyal soldiers in. He so loved to watch young boys squirm
under extreme pressure.

After a few
moments of simply standing and observing, Dilandau
took a few steps into the room. The line of boys seemed to straighten and
become more rigid with each step the commander took. He pursued his walking
until he came face to face with Guimel, who
internally froze. A smirk spread over Dilandau’s
features as he read the subordinates outer reaction to the situation. With one
swift motion, he raised a gloved hand arched it back and brought it down hard
against Guimel’s cheek sending the boy reeling to the
floor; a harsh laughter from their new leader.

“Cold,
isn’t it…?” Only silence was issued in return.

“Get up,
Maggot…” He spat to Guimel who was still picking himself
up off of the floor. It had only been only a few weeks since the boys had all
arrived on Levi ships destined from the Slave Markets to the Zaibach empire. All had been
promised wealth and security, now all they had was pain and suffering…

The situation
caused the hairs on the back of Shesta’s neck to stand, he wished he could have raised his hand to cover the
markings on his forehead from this mad man’s eyes, but he knew to move would be
catastrophic.

“You all know why you’re here…don’t you?” Again, only
silence was ensued. “Well, I’ll refresh your memories…you’re here because
everyone else wants you…they want you to sleep next to them…on top of them…and
especially under them…” He chuckled darkly before continuing. “You are the most
beautiful of all the rest of the troglodytes you were staying with…and most
importantly…beauty comes first in my book…if I don’t want to FUCK you…I wont
fight beside you…”

Shesta’s knees shook beneath
him. He squeezed his thighs together hoping his commanding officer didn’t see
him. Too late! The silver haired commander made his way over and stopped
directly in front of Shesta, causing his entire body
to tremble this time. Dilandau let his crimson eyes
soak in all the boy had to offer before his gaze rested on the symbol on his
forehead; a frown.

“Oh…so you’re Shesta…” He said it in an almost distasteful manner. “I
hear you’re Folken’s personal pet…” Shesta blushed as he felt the other boy’s turn and look at
him with shocked expressions. Shesta’s head hung, now
the others knew why he didn’t sleep in the same bunk.

“Heads forward!!” Dilandau spat to the others before turning back to Shesta.

“I’m also under strict orders that I may not lay a hand
on you…” He began to circle Shesta, passing between
him and another slayer who seemed to be holding his breath.

“Are you something special? Don’t you bleed like the rest
of us…?” A sound of metal against metal made Shesta’s
skin crawl. Dilandau had unsheathed his blade and was
holding it menacingly close to the small blonde.

“I’m sorry, sir…” Shesta
stammered. “But I’m afraid any threat of assault I’m supposed to report to Folken-Sama…” Dilandau grit his
teeth hard and had to fight from striking the boy down with one fell blow.

“Ahh, I see…well…then I suppose
I wouldn’t want to assault you then…hmm…” Shesta said
nothing in reply. He passed him and moved to the front of the boys but not
before giving the blonde a look that said ‘this isn’t over…’

“Alright you useless Faggots!” Dilandau spat as he pointed to a wall with practice swords
hanging up neatly in a row. “Each of you…take a
sword…” But those were real swords, Shesta noted, he
doesn’t expect us to fight with real weapons without any armor.

“Excuse me, sir…”

“You know…” Dilandau whirled
around. “You have a lot of Balls for a boy with no authority…just because you
have Folken’s little ‘seal of approval’ doesn’t mean
you are harm-free…” Shesta bit his lip but continued
despite his inner intuition telling him otherwise.

“I just wanted to say sir…that to fight without armor
would be a disastrous thought…and that…I’m afraid I will have to refuse.” Dilandau’s expression almost hit the floor.

“You have got to be Shitting me…
Who the fuck do you think you are, huh? Disastrous?
Refuse? Do you want to be the fucking
commander?” Dilandau said the words with such force Shesta felt the weight of them even though they were quite
a distance apart.

“What? No witty retort?” Still silence. “Good….now get
out of my sight… Return to your precious master,
Slave!” The word made everyone shudder. For the most part, that’s all most of
them had ever known.

Shesta walked the hall
silently. His feet had become numb to the cold; he was thankful for that at
least. How could a man expect them to fight each other seriously with the
intent of harming? Didn’t he want them to survive? Didn’t he want them to serve
him? It just didn’t make sense to him. He paused outside a massive black door
with a steel handle. He swallowed hard but forced himself to approach the door,
raise a shaky hand and knock twice.

“Enter…” Came the deep voice
from inside. Shesta did as asked, turning the handle
and sliding the door open silently. The size of the room was immense, but the
contents of it were not. There was a large bed garbed in black linens, two
large windows reaching from floor to near ceiling with large drapes always covering
them, Shesta wondered why he had windows in his room
at all.

There were two oil lamps, one was large which lit the
whole room and one was small which lit the large oak desk at which his master
was sitting. Folken sat with his back to Shesta, he seemed to be busy. Shesta
simply stood in the doorway, unsure of what to do.

“Close the door…you’ll let in the draft…” The deep voice
resonated through Shesta’s rib cage causing him to
shudder. He did as ordered thinking it was just as cold out in the hall as it
was in the room. The difference however was that Folken
enjoyed large rugs from the orient and even had one covering the majority of
his flooring with its size. Shesta was relieved when the
soft feel of it touched his cold feet.

“I hear you aren’t fairing well with your training…” How
could word have reached him so quickly? Then he remembered how both Folken and Dilandau were gifted.
He tried in vain to swallow the ever massive lump in his throat.

“Yessir…” Came
the confession. Folken ceased what he had been
busying himself with and stood, turning to face the blonde boy. Shesta was amazed at the man standing before him. Not only
was he an amazingly powerful man, he was amazingly beautiful as well. Shesta marveled at the features of Folken’s
face, the deep high cheek bones, the paleness of his face and body, and the
emphasis on every one of his muscles. Folken’s hair
reached down past his waist and Shesta would sneak
feels of it when he was certain his master was asleep. It had been silky to his
touch and it surprised him on how gentle it seemed. It made him wonder if the
man before him really was a part of this dreaded empire.

Folken took a few moments to
drink him all in before sighing and folding his arms. “You are aware that
cannot be tolerated?” Shesta hung his head and
nodded. “I know you are gifted, but that alone cannot protect you…you must
learn the ways of the sword, if you cannot even do this…how can you expect to
survive?” Nothing he said was gentle nor firm, but it
was more monotonous which seemed to sting all the more.

“Come here…” He ordered as he turned from him and
approached his bed, taking a seat. Shesta looked
confused. “Come here, you’ve disobeyed…you must be taught a lesson, boy…” Shesta’s color seemed to bleed through his feet as he felt
himself go pale as he stood at the older man sitting on the bed.

Folken would only repeat his
threat once before he used his telekinesis to lift the boy a few inches from
the floor and bring him towards him. Shesta couldn’t
help but gasp as he felt invisible hands lifting him beneath his arms. He
floated the few feet to his master before he was set back on his feet. Now he
felt the hands moving from beneath his arms to his shirt. In one swift motion
it tore down the center and almost seemed as though it were shredding in mid
air. Then they went to his pants, sliding them down revealing his naked form
for all it was worth.

Then again he was lifted and his body tilted. Folken moved his hands from his lap so the boy could lay
spread across his knees face down. Once Shesta was in
position, Folken placed a hand on the small of his
back.

“Next time I give you an order…you’ll do it…”

“Yess-..AHH!”
Before he could finish his response, Folken’s large
hand struck his backside with such extreme force that the slap seemed to echo.
The other hand held Shesta firmly in place as Folken continued with his punishment. After a few more good
poundings to Shesta’s backside Folken
paused, the other hand still holding him down firmly.

“Spread your legs wider…” He ordered. Shesta
did as told. “Wider!” He barked. Shesta winced at the
harsh tone and spread his legs as wide as he could without falling off his
master’s lap. Now Folken had a much wider territory.
He eyed the milky white flesh that had been revealed to him along with the
intense red. He raised his hand high and began once more.

Shesta’s body bucked against
the pain in his backside as his master continued to inflict it without mercy.
His pace never slowed and his pressure never lightened. Again and again it
caused Shesta to cry out with each smack, tears
spilling down his cheeks. He felt like a child being punished by his father.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the forceful
hand ceased; but instead simply rested against the hot flesh of his abused
buttocks. Shesta continued to cry despite himself. He
was so humiliated! He was fifteen! And here he was being punished like a five
year old! What would the others say if they knew?

Folken ordered Shesta to stand in front of him with his back facing him. Shesta did as ordered as quickly as he could despite the
unbearable pain.

“Put your hands behind your head…” Shesta
raised his hands and did so, his elbows out to either side.

“Now, will you disobey me again…?”

“N-no master!” Shesta said softly as he tried to keep the air from getting
caught in his throat from crying.

“Are you going to behave with the others and do as Dilandau tells you?”

“Y-Yes Master…”

“Good…” Folken raised a hand
and gently ran it over the span of Shesta’s cheeks,
causing him to wince and tighten them, biting his lip to keep from crying out.
“Because if you disobey me…I’ll be forced to spank you again…and you don’t want
that do you…?”

“N-No master!!” Shesta’s voice was almost pleading.

“Now lay on the bed, face down….spread your legs as wide
as they can…I want to be able to see your stinging red backside each time I
raise my head from my desk…Do you understand?” Folken
ordered as he stood. Shesta shuddered.

“Yessir!”
And with that he did as ordered, laying on his bed on
his stomach, spreading his legs as wide as he could. He was positive his face
was just as red. Folken returned to his seat, this
time, changing directions of the chair so he could fancy a look at the
submissive boy whenever he pleased. He continued his paperwork, despite the
ever restrictive pressure his leather pants caused in his tightening groins.

**Author’s note**

Yes there will be more chapters due to come! Sit
tight…Ha….tight…

~I
Vampyr
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