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Title: Harem Candidate

Author: TopazKat

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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            The peace of darkness surrounded him, creating the stillness that his own soul could not find. In the darkness there was the known, the already experienced pain: the frustration and fears he had met some time ago. But creeping along the sides were little bits of bright light, tiny pieces of fire bringing with them sharpness and searing pain. Images of Azuma danced along the sides of his sight, bringing him to a whole new level of insecurity and fear. The fear of the visibly unknown.

            "Wake up," came the distant cry, barely heard in his dream.

            No! he thought. Better to stay in the darkness that I know than see the pain of light.

            He felt as if he was drifting, drifting into a warm, dark embrace. He knew that if he were to ever open his eyes, the pain would engulf him.

            A continuous, light, repeating pressure was applied to his face, and he could vaguely feel his consciousness regaining control as someone shouted,

            "Come on boy, wake up!"

            It was so peaceful where he was though, no lights to hide from, no new pain to meet head on. The feeling from before, of gently tapping on his cheek came back, this time not so distantly. The disconnected voice sounded stronger than before. "Come on 87, I need you to wake up."

            No! his mind screamed as he felt the ability to focus return. I want to stay away from the pain. Knowing that he could no longer hide in the refuge of deep sleep, Hiead opened his eyes very slowly, somewhat surprised to see both Azuma and Dr. Crawford along with his roommates.

            The doctor smiled at him, and brushed her fingers along his forehead. "Well, I'm glad to see you're awake now. It's not often that I have a patient that goes into a near coma. Tell me Hiead, have you been under any extra stress lately?"

            Before Hiead could snap out a reply, Azuma looked at her and asked "what are you talking about? You mean this wasn't physical?"

            "Well, I haven't heard of him sustaining any recent injuries, so I can only guess that this is psychological. 87, why are you getting up?" She frowned at her patient, she wanted him to stay still.

            The white haired boy turned to pick up his clothes before giving everyone a hard look. "I felt sick last night. Some sort of reaction to the food I ate. There has been nothing else: no injuries, no extra stress." Please don't believe me, a part of him begged.

            "Oh," Crawford mused over this comment. "Well, I've heard of minor stomach flues where the body basically goes into a deep sleep to heal itself, I guess that was it. But no one else has gotten sick. Do you have a food allergy to anything?"

            Hiead sighed, wishing that everyone would leave him alone so that he could get dressed. He had become all to aware of his body in recent weeks, thanks to Azuma and now the other pets, to feel comfortable with anyone near him as he changed. "Not that I know of, no. I'm fine though now, you can go."

            Dr. Crawford shrugged and got up to leave. "Okay, I guess if you're feeling better, I can't do anything to convince you otherwise. But if you feel any worse, come let me know immediately and I'll run some tests, okay?" Her patient nodded once more and so she left, concerned that there was something that she wasn't quite catching.

            "I take it you'll be at class than, 87?" Azuma asked, barely looking concerned. Again, his answer was a nod, so he too, left.

            Clay and Zero watched the adults leave, both still fairly convinced that there was something wrong. Both rounded on the other boy, who was already halfway undressed and before either one could say anything; their roommate growled a simple "leave."

            Clay was never known to have a death wish, so he bid a hasty retreat. Zero on the other hand, concerned from what he'd seen the previous night, stayed in the room.

            He was surprised to see the other boy's reaction to his decision. Yes, he was clearly annoyed with him, but he also looked very resigned. The messy haired boy was also startled to see that the other boy turned his back on him as he got changed. It struck him as odd because while Hiead was never one to flaunt his body, lovely though it was, but he'd never been shy about it either.

            The other boy finally turned and looked at him, annoyed. "Is there something you want 88?" he snapped.

            Not quite sure why he was doing what he was doing, Zero got up and went to gently take one of Hiead's hands in between his own, turning it over left and right.

            "You must heal very well," he commented dryly as he rubbed the flesh at the base of the other boy's hand. "The bruises are almost gone. I can still see a slight discoloration around the boney spots, but still, it's almost clear. What happened Hiead?"

            "Nothing," came the cold reply as Hiead tried to rip his hand out of Zero's grip.

            "Bull shit. I have never met anyone who goes out to clear his head for a few minutes, disappears for almost two hours, and then comes back with bruises on his wrists and ankles. What happened to you?" Zero knew that he was being pushy, but he had to know what the hell was going on with his crush.

            "It's none of your business. Besides, if we don't leave now, we'll be late." The white haired boy tried to step around him, surprised to suddenly find Zero matching him step for step.

            "We're not going anywhere until you talk to me damn it."

            Zero hadn't counted on the possibility that the other boy would sucker punch him in the gut. He staggered out of the way long enough for Hiead to walk past him and open hi door. It also gave the other boy enough of a head start that he had to run to keep up with him.

            They got into the class in time to find their usual seats, which were next to each other and in the back unfortunately. Zero tried a few times in between notes to talk to Hiead, only to get a kick in his ankle by the other boy, making him wince or gasp.

            "87, 88," the teacher called from down in the middle of the room. "Is there something going on boys?"

            Both boys stood up, as was customary for addressing any of the people instructing them. "No sir," Zero quickly lied. "I have a hard time hearing you on occasion so I'll ask Hiead to repeat that part of the lesson."

            "Perhaps you wouldn't be missing anything if you stopped asking him to repeat what I said," the man suggested, partially amused and partially annoyed.

            "I'll do that sir," Zero sat down.

            "You do that 88. 87, you are not responsible for 88, stop babying him."

            "Yes sir," Hiead nodded and quickly sat.

            The two were singled out on two other separate occasions, teachers and trainers citing that one or the other was being a distraction. By the time they reached Azuma's training session, they'd already been talked to more than once and Hiead was truly fed up with Zero's pestering.

            He got his chance for revenge though. Today's session was special. Not only were they going to be using the Pro-ings, but they were also allowed to pair up and scrimmage with each other. At least, most of them would be able to; Clay was still stuck on the simulators.

            Ruse and Yamagi were paired up, leaving Zero and Hiead as the other couple. After watching the first pair and giving a teasing warning not to main one another, Azuma let the two fight each other.

            He was impressed, more so now watching the two boys, than he had been in some time. Both seemed more focused and intent on doing damage to the other than ever before, if that were possible. He was also impressed that they were not doing their attacks blindly and simply trying to cause a lot of damage. There was a method to the boys' madness. He wondered what exactly had occurred between his newest pet and the one boy that would be sure to pilot a goddess one day.

            A soft knock at the door alerted him and he walked backwards to go answer it. He kept a close eye on the two boys and retrieved the note that he’d been handed by one of the other instructors. He was very displeased with the contents.

            At the end of the training exercise, he called both boys and sent the rest to the showers. He blocked Zero and Hiead's escape however and loomed over the pair. "Any reason why on three separate occasions you two thought it would be okay to disrupt your classes? Those lessons are there to prepare you for the worst, do you really think it's cute to screw around with your lives like that?" he bellowed.

            Zero and Hiead both winced at the stern lecture to follow. Both knew that it would be pointless to try and argue. And Hiead personally had no intention of revealing the nature of the disagreement between them.

            Azuma finally stopped yelling and ran his hand though his hair, taking a deep breath, "get out of hear 88. I want an essay on proper behavior in the learning facility on my desk at 7:30 sharp, tonight."

            "But," Zero protested. "The only way I can do that is if I skip dinner."

            "Precisely my reasoning dipshit!" the large man growled. "Maybe a bit of hunger coupled with an aching wrist will remind you to behave yourself. Now move!"

            Zero ran past the irate man quickly, dodging the swinging arm headed for his backside. It wasn't until after he got outside the door when his brain caught up with his nose. Wait a minute! he gasped. That smell, I recognize that smell, it was on those other boys, and it's on Hiead. Azuma's scent is on Hiead.

Azuma turned back to his pet, and he noticed that the earlier strength was now missing from the boy, only to be replaced by nervousness. In fact, his new little pet had actually backed up into a wall and was staring at him with closed, suspicious eyes. The man smiled, pleased with the effect his power had.

            "Well, Hiead," he smiled as a snake would to its dinner. "I think you and I need to go have a little discussion in my office, don't you think?"

            The white haired boy nodded slowly, "yes sir."

            "'Sir'?" Azuma prompted.

            "Master," came the bit out reply.

            A sharp smack struck his cheek. "I think I need to sort you out properly, pretty boy." Azuma grasped the small arm and yanked his pet in front of him, giving him a hard shove to get him moving.

            Upon giving the password to open his office door and landing a hard swat on Hiead's backside, the man walked over to his dresser. "Get undressed, and prepare yourself."

            The white haired boy undid his vest and dropped his shorts, quickly removing the underwear from near his body to the floor. The vest fell off to the sides and he quickly stepped out of his shoes, placing everything on a desk chair after folding it all neatly. Before he could even turn back around, he felt another sharp swat across his rear. Azuma stood there, looking very cross indeed.

            “I'm saddened Hiead," he began calmly. I tell you not to tell anyone, not to flirt with the other boys or entice them with your body. And what do I hear? That you're distracting 88? Explain yourself."

            Hiead's mouth dropped, "I didn't tell him anything. I've never done anything with or to him."

            "Oh please, I see the way you glance at each other all the time. I know about what goes on between you two."

            "Nothing goes on!" his pet shouted. "We fight, that's all, there's nothing else."

            Azuma smirked as he picked up the object he had retrieved from his dresser; a light weight, hard leather paddle. "'Nothing at all' hm? I was hoping you weren't going to lie to me Hiead, you boys are special to me, and the only thing you have to do on your parts is behave. If you don't do that, than I'm just going to have to punish you. Bend over the desk Hiead; you've had this coming for a while now."

            Hiead slowly turned around and bent over, lying partially on his propped up arms in front of him. He tried very hard to control his shaking, more scared than he had been in some while. Even when the other pets had cornered and molested him, he hadn't felt the fear he did now. Azuma was really angry with him, and it was all stupid Zero's fault.

            The first blow fell, and Hiead almost lost his footing. He couldn't believe how much that hurt and it was only the first one. "Get back in position Hiead," Azuma warned darkly. "You're not leaving 'til you're on your knees in true penitence."

      Wack after wack with paddle, Hiead tried to keep quiet, the only sound escaping his mouth being shocked gasps when Azuma either struck very hard, or found a fresh bit of flesh. He had to grit his teeth together to remain silent and felt warm tears starting to trickle down his face.

            A particularly harsh blow brought out the first cry of pain. Azuma almost smiled and rolled his shoulder, it had been a while since he'd done this.

            "Looks like we're through with the warm-up then, huh Hiead? You're lot tougher than I would have guessed. But that only means a longer session for you."

            The boy's tearing eyes grew wide. Azuma couldn't be serious. "Just starting?" That was impossible; his butt felt like it was on fire already.

            The next WACK resounded in his hears, even as he cried out in pain. More blows fell, drawing sobs from the smaller figure in the room, halfway choking on his tears. He couldn't believe it, Azuma hadn't shown himself to be such a sadist before, he wondered why no one had warned him about that.

            The slaps of the paddle started to slow down some, not a significant amount though. Sadly, there also seemed to be an increase in pressure with them as well as an increase in time. While somewhat surprised at how well his pet was taking his punishment, Azuma realized that his knees were beginning to shake with the pain.

            Wack! The blow fell and Hiead choked on a sob.

            Wack! Another one came and he felt his resolve crumble.

            Wack! Even harder than before and he started to shake.

            Wack! Harder still, he let out a anguished cry.

            Wack! And Hiead felt his legs give out from underneath him. He fell to his knees, sobbing, trying to rub away the tears coming down his face in rapids. All the while, he tried to stay off of his tortured backside, sitting almost on his knees.

            Azuma put down the paddle, he was impressed. This pet had held up very well against his punishment, and it appeared pain in general as well. His anger dissipated, now that the sentence had been carried out, and the man gently picked up his boy and sat down in a large chair. He spread his knees apart so that Hiead's dark apple red backside could rest between them without touching him anywhere else. He pulled the boy's sobbing form close to his breast and let him cry and cry until the ears slowed and the hiccups ended.

            "You earned that little pet," Azuma swore once Hiead's breathing had returned to normal. "You must never lie to me or break your word about the secrecy. At the very least, you now know how determined I am to keep you as mine.

            "If I ever find out that there's any truth behind my suspicions that 88 knows about this-"

            "He doesn't know, I swear-ah!" Hiead's interruption froze in his mouth, tears coming to his eyes as Azuma's large hands threatened to squeeze his rear.

            "Don't interrupt me pretty one. As I was saying, if there is ever any truth to the possibility that 88 knows or finds out, I'll beat him black and blue and then toss him out of the program. You're as strong as he is, you could easily take his place; possibly even help us win Zion's safety once and for all. And then I'll deal with you... Do you understand me?"

            "Yes Master," Hiead nodded his head on the man's shoulder.

            "I'm glad to hear that," Azuma replied. He tipped the boy' chin up, wanting to look at the pain-induced weariness on his face. An odd smile crossed his lips, he had always thought that when boys were exhausted they looked their prettiest. He lowered his own head and kissed Hiead, pleased to note that it was the first time that the boy didn't struggle. He figured it was the result of either the boy enjoying the kiss (though that was unlikely), or that he was simply too exhausted to fight him anymore (significantly higher on the scale of probability).

            After releasing his pet from his lips, he placed a hand on either side of the boy's pale face. his eyes were a little more on the red side than usual, but that was to be expected. Also, it was fairly easy to overlook. He brushed the boy's bangs out of his face, his fingers lingering a little longer in the snowy locks.

            "Go on brat, up you get," he settled Hiead on the floor. "Hold on a moment before you get dressed though, I want you to lean back over the desk." Azuma busied himself by looking though some storage bins, knowing full well that his directions were being carried out.

            The white haired boy replaced himself over the desk, nervous and cautious for two different reasons. The first being that he was still in the same room as the man who'd just spanked him hard and the second being that said man's demeanor had just changed dramatically. He was concerned more about the change in attitude than anything else. Sudden shifts in behavior were a bad sign of things to come he had learned recently.

            A steady hand touched his burning behind and Hiead jumped. "Shh shh," Azuma soothed. "Calm down, you'll find that once punishment has been cast and carried out, I tend to calm down. I'm just going to rub this in okay, it'll help with the sting." Cool cream was gently rubbed in, to the point where the newest pet had relaxed considerably under his hands.

            A wicked grin crossed the man's face and he placed a large amount of the cream on one of his fingers. He trailed his hands back the same way as previously done until the finger gently dipped in the between the still scarlet cheeks. Hiead startled a little, and he began to twist. Azuma quickly wrapped one arm around his somewhat struggling pet and started to caress the virginal entrance. He could hear nervous swallowing and felt the boy start to shake a bit with fear.

            "Don't worry, sweet pretty," he soothed his pet. "I'm just checking to see if the others have started to stretch you for me," and his finger thrust inside the new pet.

            Hiead stiffened sharply and let out a shout of pain. He quickly grew used to the intrusion, but he still felt unsure of it. "I thought you didn't know," he whimpered.

            "About the pets prepping you? I knew, I just chose to ignore it. So long as they don't dwell on their own pleasure, I don't care what they do. You are deliciously tight Hiead," he said as he removed his hand and swatted the boy across the rear, drawing another cry of pain. "Personally, I can't wait to take you."

            Hiead was still wiping his eyes a few moments later as he stood outside the door to his room. He knew that he could go to dinner if he wanted, but he really didn't have any sort of an appetite. Plus, if he did go, it would mean he'd have to sit down, which sounded highly unpleasant at this point in time. He ran the back of his hand across his eyes one more time and then opened the door.

            He was surprised to see Zero sitting on his bed, looking angry with his arms crossed. Next to him was a pile of papers, which Hiead assumed to be the essay that the other boy had been assigned. The black haired boy had gotten very good at rattling off proper procedure off of the top of his head, especially considering how often he had to do it.

            Zero gave him an appraising look., "so," he began. "What did you have to do? Suck him off?"

            Hiead took a step back, surprised. "What?"

            The other boy stood up, a scant centimeter or two above the other boy and walked over to him, looking very upset. "I figured out what that neat scent is on you. It's Azuma, isn't it Hiead?"

            Zero was hardly surprised by the silence that answered his query. So he decided to carry on, wanting to hear an explanation other than the one he had guessed. "So, here I am, wondering why it is Azuma's scent is on you. There aren't many reasons why that would happen, in fact there's only one I can think of." He backed the other boy up against the wall and leaned forward, an arm on either side of him and blocking any escape route. "So tell me Hiead, are you sleeping with Azuma?"

            The white haired boy was surprised to feel anything but numbness, as he had grown accustomed to the last few weeks. He glared at the black haired boy before, wanting to scream loudly enough so that he couldn't help but hear him, and that he would have to listen too. "Not yet, and not by choice," he whispered fiercely.

            The other boy was surprised. Zero hadn't really expected to get any sort of response from him, especially not one of confession. He paused in his confusion, realizing that what the white haired boy had said sounded very different from what he would have predicted.

            "Wait a minute," Zero declared as he backed away from the cornered boy. "What do you mean by that?"

            Hiead shrugged calmly. "He hasn't taken me yet, but it's only a matter of time."

            "Why? Why would he do that to you? Why would you let him do that? Are you even serious?" Zero's thoughts were spinning in his head, faster than he had though possible.

            "Because he can, I can't stop him, and yes, I'm very serious," Hiead remarked, deadpanned as he pushed his way past Zero to go to sleep. He picked up the pillow and started to punch it a few times, secretly wishing it was his master's face.

            "So you're just going to let him do whatever he wants to you and not try to stop him?" the other boy shouted, incredulously. "I don't believe this! Even if you won't do anything about it, I will." Zero turned to go out the door and was startled to have his arm grabbed harshly by the boy he wished to protect. He was pulled back and tossed onto Hiead's partially disturbed bed.

            "Don't you dare," the white haired boy threatened. Two things were sticking out in his mind, his throbbing backside and Azuma's promise. "You have no idea what he'd do to you, do you? Let me tell you something, he's willing to risk Zion over this. You breathe a word about me or the others to anyone and you're history from the program. And that'll only be after he's kicked your ass so hard you won't be able to move."

            The black haired boy sat up, listening to the concern in the other's voice. "But what about you damn it? I don't even understand why he thinks he can do this to you."

            "Because I'm his slave nitwit. I only get the choices he gives me and anything I want is clear out the window, okay? Do you really think I want you to disappear? And let's not even think about what the fuck he'd do to me!"

            Zero saw the shaking, saw the anger and the fear, and he realized that he'd be jeopardizing a whole lot more than himself. He'd be putting the boy in front of him in danger, a boy who'd fascinated him since he first saw him. Last night, when he'd seen the bruises on the pale skin, he'd realized that as much as the two of them argued, he wanted to protect the pretty boy. "I'm sorry Hiead, I didn't notice what he was doing to you."

            The white haired boy shrugged and he let go of Zero and put his night shirt on, his shorts sticking out a bit beneath the hem. "Don't worry about it, you just can't tell anyone, okay? Besides, one person isn't really all that important."

            It was Zero's turn to grab him this time. "Why? Why would you let him continue to do this to you? How bad can it be to take a stand against him?"

            Hiead snorted and jerked his arm back. "You want to know how bad? Take a look for yourself." With that the boy turned and dropped the short shorts, raising up the hem of the night shirt.

            "Oh my god..." was the quiet, truly astonished cry he heard from the boy's startled lips. "Oh Hiead, why? Why did he do that do you?" The white haired boy could hear the pleading in his voice.

            "Because," he sighed as he pulled back the sheets of his bed, ignoring the shorts of his sleeping outfit. "He though I was enticing you, or had told you about what was going on." He crawled under his sheets, hissing as his rear was touched by the cool fabric.

            Zero stared, shaking his head back and forth. Hiead had gotten so badly punished because of him, yet he was still protecting him from Azuma. He went over to his desk really quick, and pulled a tube of ointment he knew very well from when he'd had a teacher that would switch his hand if he misbehaved

            He walked back over to the where Hiead was laying on his stomach, trying to fall asleep. He knew that he boy's rear had to be too hot to touch and hoped that the cream would help him feel at least a little better. He quietly pulled the sheet back, exposing the other boy's reddened backside to the cool air with a sharp hiss of discomfort. He placed a gentle hand on his friend's back lower back and whispered. "I'm sorry, I didn't know that you were going to punished. Let me help."

            Zero spent the next ten minutes or so gently rubbing in the soothing cream. He could fee that the boy underneath his hands kept tensing in pain and fear. Probably thinks that no matter where he goes, someone wants to get to his ass, the messy haired boy mused. He himself was surprised at how good Hiead felt under his fingers. Even if the white haired boy was burning to the touch, his skin was soft, pliant, and smelled sweet. He decided something that he knew Hiead would argue with him about.

            After he put the cream away, he went back over to the white haired boy and gently rolled him onto his back, ever mindful of his sore bottom. Zero sat down on the bed, and feared that his next actions would frighten the hurting boy, end up with him in traction. He started to run his fingers through the snowy locks, amazed to feel that it was softer than new down.

            His caressing of the other boy soon encompassed one half of his face, his fingers gently touching cheek and throat. "There's only one thing I don't like in this moment," he whispered softly, not wanting to break the soothing reality. "And that's you in pain."

            Hiead actually smiled, it was a humoring smile, though still sad. "Pity," he commented, "you won't exactly be able to do anything to prevent it."

            "That's where you're half-wrong." Zero said with a seriousness Hiead hadn't expected. "For now, I mean to hold you in silence, but there will be a time when I'll release you from Azuma. You have my word on that."

            And for once, Hiead didn't flinch or wish he was in another room when the kiss followed. He actually reached up and ran his fingers though Zero's hair, surprised that it was merely spiky rather than messy, and it was soft. The boy kissing him understood what he wanted through that little touch, and deepened the lip lock.

            When he pulled away and looked down at the gasping boy beneath him, Zero felt a swell of pried go through him. He had done this, he had made Hiead Grier flushed with excitement and pant from loss of breath. It was a wonderful feeling, one that he was loathed to lose anytime soon. It was free from the dark pleasure of domination, and full of amazement and what he could do.

            He leaned forward once more, this time, taking Head’s lower lip in between his teeth, a variation on a delightful kiss. When he pulled back, he looked in those passion-filled, still weary eyes and declared, "You belong to me."
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