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Harem Candidate	By : HMica Category: +. to F > Candidate for Goddess Views: 3467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Harem Candidate

Author: Topaz Kat

Disclaimer: I don’t own Megumi Kohousei (Pilot Candidate, Candidate for Goddess, whatever you like to call it). I don’t know who does, however since I have declared that I am just borrowing the characters for a little while and will return them relatively unharmed, I can’t get in trouble. WARNING: This fic contains some elements (adults with underage participants) that some may find distasteful. There is a happy ending however.

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            As an instructor of many things Azuma couldn’t stand it. The grace was superb, all instructions given were executed flawlessly, most of the time anyway; and that attitude gave the overall personality a sharp bit that he absolutely loved. It was obvious; he would just have to make that boy part of his collection.

            There weren’t many of them, this one, once properly trained, would be the eighth. They all shared specific qualities that he valued greatly: obedience, which sometimes had to be beaten into them; almost flawless form and beauty; and drive, each willing to go the distance to become whatever necessary to obtain their goal. The one he was watching now had something else to him though, he was powerful, with a greater EX than any of the other harem boys. He would also be the youngest, and as a result, the spirit was wilder. This one would have to be tamed to walk to heel, lest he turn around and bite his master.

            Azuma heaved a sigh as he saw one of his trainees wreck the battle tactics he’d been going over. He calmly reached over and whacked Zero upside the head, annoyed greatly by his arrogance to not pay attention. “88,” he yelled at the boy who was busy rubbing the back of his head. “Do you want me to tell you what you what you just did to earn that or can you guess all on your own?” He took a deep drag on his cigarette, calming down. He could be fabulous, if only he would pay attention.

            Zero sighed, “I didn’t do as you suggested and went my own way, leading to my death in the simulation.”

            “And,” Azuma prodded, glaring at him with promised violence.

            “Look, if you’re going to yell at me, yell at Hiead too damn it! He didn’t listen to you either.”

            “That would be because he completely bi-passed the situation in which the battle tactics would have been used. Am I making myself perfectly clear 88?” Azuma leaned forward, staring into Zero’s eyes fiercely.

Zero nodded vigorously, not wanting to cross his instructor any more than he had already.

            “Good,” the instructor stood back up. “I want an essay from you about the importance of following directions, and I want it tomorrow. Dinner will be served in an hour. I suggest that the lot of you go get showers, you’ve all worked hard today.”

            The last five pilot candidates walked out of their practical classroom. They immediately fell into their normal behavior patterns; Hiead walked separately from the others, along side them but not with them; the others were discussing things animatedly. Yamagi and Ruse were congratulating Clay for surviving for almost a full minute before he “died”. Zero seemed to be temporarily off in his own world, complaining loudly to anyone who would listen (which happened to be no one) about the unfairness of being singled out when someone else made the same mistake. He suddenly jumped in front of Hiead, preparing for a fight if possible.

            “It’s not right! You fucked up just like I did, you ignored the instructions.”

            Hiead looked very bored, standing there with his hands buried deep in his pockets. “I didn’t have to worry about the specialized tactics since I took out the target before the situation could be played out. It’s not my fault if you screw up.” He brushed pass Zero, intent on getting away from the others and getting clean. He was covered in sweat, his clothes sticking to him more than he would have liked.

            Hiead quickly stripped off his clothes, feeling grimy and disgusting. All he wanted to do right now was get clean, put up the front of eating dinner, look over the lessons for tomorrow so that he was prepared, and go to bed. He sighed a little, relaxing into the spray of the hot water, he felt tired again, and it was getting harder to stay awake during the day when painful dreams plagued him at night.

            He jumped almost a foot when he felt a hand land on his shoulder. A deep chuckle made him very nervous and he turned to meet his instructor’s green eyes. Azuma’s hulking form was before him and Hiead knew he was backing up to one of the tiled walls feeling incredibly exposed in front of the man. “Sir, what are you doing here?”

            Azuma couldn’t resist lightly stroking that pale cheek. “We have to conserve water sometimes 87, which sometimes means sharing showers.”

            Hiead pulled away from the touch, his shivering barely noticeable. “Sir, I don’t understand why you can’t just use another stall and take a shorter shower.”

            Azuma smiled a little and took a few more steps towards the naked boy. He placed one large arm on both sides and leaned forward, bringing his face into close contact with Hiead. “I suppose that’s true, but doing things this way allows me some extra benefits. Looking at your lovely body for one and…” the man leaned forward and kissed his frightened student hard.

            When he came up for air, he caressed Hiead’s cheek again and smiled a smile that would make most women and not just a few men, melt. “And also taste you for the first time of many to be expected. Come, let me wash you and you can go to dinner.”

            Hiead dodged away from Azuma, taking several steps out of reach. “No, I don’t think so. Please leave instructor.”

His eyes widened in surprise when his right arm was grabbed and he was pulled towards the man. The large man held that arm straight up and put his other arm around the boy’ss back, bringing them very close to each other.

            Azuma loved the feel of virgin skin, flowing along side his body for the first time. Lower torso against upper torso, their legs were partially entangled and their groins just barely touching. The older man smiled down at his captive prey. “Don’t fight with me Hiead, any struggle on your part will only delay the inevitable and give you a hot butt in the process. Believe me, I don’t want to have to spank you… yet.”

            Hiead’s eyes widened almost undetectably. He kept a straight face though as he tried to wriggle his wrist out of the man’s grip. This wasn’t right, how could he do this to him?

            All movement stopped as Azuma brought enough of his arm around so that his hand could reach down and touch the soft feathering of white hair leading down Hiead’s stomach. While the angle was weird, the instructor’s arms were long enough to accomplish the delicious task. The line of hair leading from the middle of his lower belly to his groin was silky when it was wet; making the man wonder if the rest of his hair would feel as marvelously cool between his fingers.

            The instructor stood his candidate up and bent over to whisper in the boy’s ear “now just relax while I take care of you.”

            Hiead kept his shaking to a minimum as Azuma stepped behind him with a bar of all-purpose soap. He head the man working it into a sharp lather and then gave a light gasp when he felt fingers in his hair for the first time. They were strong and powerful, quickly working the soap throughout every strand of hair, caressing and massaging his head at the same time. He’d never felt anything like it before, having tried never to get close to anyone.

            The shampoo in his hair, Azuma rubbed more of the soap into his hands. Nice and softly slick with the delightful foam, the man couldn’t wait to get his hands on that pale vanilla skin. He reached out a calm yet firm hand and started to gently rub Hiead’s shoulders and arms. He loved the feel of the boy’s soft flesh beneath his fingers. Azuma reveled in touching his new boy and he decided to move on the next phase; showing Hiead what he could teach him about himself.

            The instructor moved his hands away from the boys’ arms, only to replace the on his chest, and specifically, his nipples. This time, Hiead not only opened his eyes in surprise, but threw his head back, startling Azuma enough that he let go for a brief moment. It was enough of a chance that the white haired boy escaped into a corner; he regarded his instructor with all the suspicion that he could manage.

            Why was his instructor trying to hurt him? Well, maybe not hurt, but he didn’t know how else to describe it. He got nervous when Azuma slowly walked towards him, promising him some sort of strange combination of pain and pleasure driven purely by lust. The man reached out with one hand and gently caressed Hiead’s face. While that hand distracted him with kindness, the other hand moved to slowly rub his nipples again. The stimulation made him moan in pleasure, and when his eyes closed, he knew he could feel a blush quickly warming his cheeks.

            “That’s right my lovely boy,” Azuma whispered, letting the shower’s rain run over them both, wiping away the soap and leaving them clean. “Just give into how wonderful I can make you feel.” The man leaned in close once again and Hiead could feel a strong breath mingling with his own as the instructor towered over him,

            Finally, Hiead’s torturous wait ended when the man swallowed all of the boy’s protests. A strong and powerful mouth covered his own and when he tried to make a sound, Azuma’s tongue quickly slipped inside. He could feel the man’s mouth pushing against his own, each rough swipe of the man’s tongue against his teeth and his own. The white haired boy shivered once again, frightened for what could and would happen to him. He had to do something to protect himself and moved to his defense.

            Azuma pulled his head back, a slight smile on his face. “No biting little one,” he warned as his large hand cupped Hiead’s face; his thumb pressing into the boy’s cheek bone. “You can express displeasure all you like, but it won’t stop anything,”

            Azuma leaned downward once more, kissing him deeply and pulled away slowly. The instructor was amused to see his new boy slowly fall to his knes. Hiead braced himself and looked up at the man from his “on all fours” position. Azuma smiled, deciding that he liked the pose and loved the worn-out look on the boy’s face.

            He got down on one knee then, lifting the boy’s face to better look in his eyes. “Don’t worry 87, you’ll be treated exactly the same as the others when I’m training you. But when I’m ‘training’ you Hiead, expect me to be a harsh task master.” The man took a step back and lit a cigarette, making the boy wonder where the damn things had been since the man was naked. He took a long drag on it and then lifted Hiead’s face up and kissed him hard, blowing the smoke into the boys’ mouth and lungs.

            Hiead pulled away and started coughing hard, doubling over in an attempt to get rid of the smoke. Azuma smiled an swatted the boy across the ass, hard. He let out a little chuckle of amusement and walked out the door, “See you around Hiead. I expect to see you at the mess hall shortly 87.”

            It took several minutes for Hiead to stop coughing and shaking. He had to pull himself together quickly. He looked at the door fondly, wishing that it would just fuse the wall and he could hide in the shower room. He reached back and tenderly rubbed at where he’d been smacked, wincing. Damn it, he’d never been a quitter before and he sure as hell wasn’t about to start now.

            He stood under the spray a few moments more, scrubbing away Azuma’s touch as best he could. Now however, he felt even dirtier at the end of his shower than when he first gotten in.

            After drying off and getting dressed, the white haired boy walked out of the showers and unfortunately, ran right into his roommates. “Hi Hiead,” Zero grinned as he looked up from his essay. “Are you all right?”

He forced the scared whimper away from his voice. “What are you blathering about? Yes, I’m fine,” he pushed to walk past them.

            “Oh good,” Clay said with a light smile. “We were worried that you slipped or something. There was quite a commotion coming from your shower room.”

            “Nothing happened,” Hiead assured them through gritted teeth. Now, if he could only get himself to believe that, he’d be all set in the denial department.

            He ignored the prattling and general carrying on that accompanied going to the mess hall with the rest of his group. Yamagi, Clay, and Zero were trying to get Ruse a little heft up again. The boy had lost so much weight in such a short time that it had destroyed his balance and general physical performance. Now, with the help of the others and his repairer, he was regaining some of it in muscle. Ruse was definitely becoming one of the strongest candidates in physical prowess. The only problem was, was that he was still eating very little and occasionally, Yamagi had to sit on his lap and feed him while Clay and Zero held his arms out to the sides.

            Hiead quickly retrieved his nightly allotment of the five different levels of carefully prepared, dietary monitored, slop and started to sit down. He had forgotten about the sharp smack to his rear and gave a wince that would have raised questions by the others. Or rather, it would have raised questions if they hadn’t been so preoccupied with each other.

            But someone did notice. He was one of the older boys who’d been keeping a general eye on the five new ones, waiting to see who’d be next. He didn’t know much about the “albino bitch” as Hiead was called behind his back by some of the boys; he knew nothing other than his number was 87.

            He could see it now though, the feint dusting of cigarette ash that was on all of Azuma’s pets. The light grey dust covered any exposed part of the body, and it seemed that no amount of scrubbing or even vacuuming could get rid of it. He’d have to talk to the new one now, get acquainted with him and make sure he was prepared. Azuma wasn’t cruel exactly, but there were times where he could be very overwhelming, especially if you were brand new to any sort of physical contact.

            He stood up and walked over to the table calmly and very determined. He knew he had to get Hiead alone and damn the possibility that it might look strange to outsiders. As far as he was concerned, only the seven-opps, eight, of them mattered, everyone else was irrelevant and it was useless to try and explain to them. Besides, who would be willing to believe that Azuma would go after his own students?

            Zero noticed the older boy walking towards their table. It was the same one who had been bent over the table, talking to someone when they had entered the mess for the first time. Silver hair and dark green-grey eyes, older too; the youth was somewhere around 16, a full two years ahead of any of them. The black haired boy wondered what brought him to them.

            The others (except for Hiead-whose back was to the approaching boy) also noticed him. Clay smiled weakly, hoping that this boy wasn’t like Force or any sort of a bully. He was particularly relieved to see the newcomer tap Hiead on the shoulder, but that was only because his roommate didn’t bruise as easily as him.

            Said white haired boy turned somewhat, hiding his shivering extremely well, considering what had befell him in the shower. He looked up at the new boy and nodded in acknowledgment. He knew almost instantly that the other boy was here on friendly terms, so he didn’t feel the need to salute an older classmate.

            The older boy nodded in kind, “come with me 87. I need to speak with you for a moment.” With that, he turned and started to walk towards the door.

            Knowing that this was important, Hiead got up to follow, noticing a second after he moved that Zero was following him. He turned and glared at the other boy hard, “in case you haven’t looked lately, you’re 88, not 87.”

            Zero nodded quickly, not really wanting to make Hiead upset with him, he still had a bruise from their last fight. Zero did find it interesting that everyone ignored the strange display of Hiead’s actually taking orders from an upper classmen, he usually only paid attention to the teachers and instructors. There were a few who were watching him though, six of them to be precise.

            Once they were outside of the eating hall, the silver haired beauty smiled down at Hiead. “Hey,” he finally began, a sad smile on his face. “My name is Aslan, I see that Azuma finally moved on you.”

            Hiead twitched slightly, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he protested.

            “I know what he did to you.” Aslan sighed and drew one finger down Hiead’s bare arm; it didn’t surprise him to see the other boy shudder. He brought up the same finger so that Hiead could look at it properly. “This is how I know. Azuma marks us with his ashes, it’s not intentional and he’ll never burn you, but you can’t avoid them once he’s touched you. I can tell from other things that he’s marked you as his, do you still want to argue?”

            The white haired boy quietly crossed his arms and slowly shook his head. It was true too, all he wanted was to hide for a few days. “What does his want with me?”

            “Sex,” Aslan explained flatly. He had to bite his tongue to not laugh at the shocked look the newest pet was making. “I’m surprised that you didn’t consider that possibility. Or were you trying to ignore it?” Again, he had to fight against the smirk pulling at his lips when it came to the new one’s reaction, this time, a glare.

            Hiead sobered rather quickly, he looked back at Aslan and managed to keep his voice steady. “What’s he going to do to me?”

            “Fuck you most likely, but not for a while yet; he’s going to want to train you first to get you to behave the way he likes. He’ll train you to respond only to his touch, what he wants to feel good, what he uses specifically to punish you, etc. I can promise you that while the idea isn’t exactly wonderful, he is a good master. You could serve worse, always remember that. Azuma is demanding, but fair for the most part. He does have the occasional need to beat asses just to prove he can. When he does do that to you; and believe me, he will; don’t fight with him.   That’ll only make it that much worse.” Hiead nodded, fully understanding and wishing he didn’t. He had a bad feeling about what was going to come.

            Aslan raised his head gently and kissed him tenderly and sweetly on the lips. The elder boy was once again surprised; Azuma had managed to find another pet that had a light, delightful flavor to him. It surprised him that one as standoffish as Hiead was known to be could taste like sweet nutmeg.

            The older boy wasn’t to find himself wrapping his arms around the white haired boy a moment later. The contact had evidently frightened Hiead enough that he had been starting to shake. Aslant held onto him firmly and comfortingly, trying to sooth the younger boy. If he couldn’t get past his fear, he’d be more than literally screwed.
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