Claimed: bent or broken??

Oh, wow. three and half months. my appologies!!!! but I had so many options for this chapter, it took forever to mash it out, and then I'm still not certain I like the whole thing, but I'm looking forward to next chapter. umm.. yeah. anyways, on with the sparklers, watch for fireworks in next chapter. maybe. *sweatdrops* no promises!!
SO, umm.. on with the chapter...

(from last chapter :

Heero whimpered as he met the eyes of the dragon, his master. He couldn’t escape, and he felt no mercy emanating from the large creature. His life was officially screwed.
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“Master Wufei, I can explain...” Real fear rose, as Heero stared up into the snarling line of teeth. A long fork shaped tongue slithered out and brushed roughly over Heero’s chest. “It doesn’t matter why you wanted to run, Heero. You chose to try.” The rough skin slithered over a bite scar and sent it throbbing. “My mark is temporary, but the effects are strong. You are mine, Heero, until I decide otherwise and release my claim. Don’t ever try to run from me.”

“I’m sorry, Master. I just don’t know if I can do this indefinitely. The war is nowhere near ending, it seems. I can’t be both soldier and your pet for much longer. I think I’ll break before that.” Those words came out uncomfortably, but he had to be honest with Wufei. He was in enough trouble as it was.

“Plans have already been set in motion. This war will end in less than a year, and we will be victorious.” A chuckle rumbled in the dragon’s throat at the confusion and suspicion on his pet’s face. “I can promise that, Heero. I can also offer that after the war, should you still not wish to be here with me, I can take off my claim. But I cannot say if Duo is able to do the same, or that your time won’t be extended if you act up between now and then. Be a good little toy for me, Heero, and I will reward you.”

Heero whimpered but nodded his head. “I will try, master. Is there anything you want me to do, Master Wufei?”

“I took the liberty of programming your autopilot in Wing. It just needs your input command code. Initiate it and return to my side immediately. Do nothing else to Wing than what I have specified.” Heero shuddered but went to Wing, careful to glance at the location Wufei had inputted as he punched in the series of codes that would give him enough time to get back to Wufei’s side before Wing left and traveled completely on autopilot. He didn’t recognize the coordinates before he finished, scrambling out of the cockpit and down the mecha, reaching Wufei just minutes after leaving. “Wing will take off in a couple minutes, Master Wufei.”

“Kneel.” He followed the order, dropping to his knees in front of the dragon. Gold-ish scales, dull in the minimal moonlight, extended far above his head. He leaned forward and placed his head against one of those clawed feet. A noise suspiciously like a purr rumbled above him. “Did the mission go well?”

“Mission complete. Slight impediment at final phase but it was resolved easily. I had to leave my gun behind, though.” He never left weapons behind, unless they were explosives. And those had a purpose.

“What happened, to risk something that dangerous?”

“Treize Khushrenada stopped me during my escape. He ordered me to relieve myself of weapons- at gunpoint. He then decided I’d not be worth the hassle to try and contain, and ordered me to leave immediately. He watched me leave the building, not knowing I’d already finished my mission.” The scales were smooth under his head, and he traced the edges with a finger. Each scale was hard to the touch, but like a polished rock, smooth and sleek. “No wounds, Master, and no one touched me. I was careful like you ordered.”

Another purring sound echoed above him. “Strip and present your body, my pet, so I can see for myself.” Heero was on his knees in an instant, peeling off the tank top and draping it over a nearby bush. His shorts took more careful squirming, but received the same end, his boots dropping near the bush so he could find everything quickly enough when he needed them. Finally he stood and slowly turned, letting his master view his body. A small scrape from landing on the forest floor was the only recent blemish, his back still showing some marks in the dim moonlight. Heero flinched as a long rough tongue scraped along his body. It was much longer when in the dragon form than it had been with any of the other times he’d been around Wufei.

A rumbling distracted him as he watched Wing fly off, and when he returned his focus on Wufei, he watched in fascination as scales backtracked and faded on an already mostly human body. A grimace contorted the pilot’s features as his wings disappeared back into his back and the horns into his skull. The Chinese warrior stood for a moment, relaxing his body and slowly flexing muscles to soothe the effects from changing back.

“Does changing like that hurt, Master Wufei?” With the change done Heero had dropped his eyes, trying to be the good little toy expected of him. But he’d been vaguely curious about the whole thing since the first time he’d seen Wufei with scales.

“Parts of the change are uncomfortable. But not really painful for any born into the clan. Those who are- inducted, tend to feel the transformation with a bit more pain than I would.” A little smirk flitted across his features. “You thinking of becoming one of the proud race, Heero- pet?”

Confusion reigned for long moments before surprise and uncertainty surfaced. “I’m human! I couldn’t possibly become what you are!!” Realizing he’d just spoken out in a way Duo would have punished him for, Heero cringed. He actually didn’t mind Wufei so much anymore, but the thought he could become like his master was just too shocking an idea. “I wouldn’t know about that idea, Master.”

“Think about it, very seriously. The war will be over soon, and while some of us have places to return to, I know you don’t. If I made you like me, or simply kept you as the pet you are now, you would be welcomed by my clan. Think about it, Heero.”

“You’re giving me a choice in this, Master?”The hesitation and softness in the question was unlike the old Heero, so much more the new pet. Wufei smiled gently. He had other plans for the future, but it would be nice to see what Heero would come up with. “Like I said earlier, I doubt Duo or I would be willing, or able, to keep you forever. But it is an option.” A moment of uncomfortable silence filled the air between them. When Heero finally spoke, it was far from what Wufei expected, yet he’d been surprised the eventual question hadn’t already been asked.

“Permission to ask a question of my masters.” It was a question, but not quite. Wufei nodded at the request. “As long as you know I might not answer, and you have to be content with that.”

“Of course, Master.”

“Then ask.” Wufei watched as Heero paused, but finally looked completely away as he spoke. “What is Master Duo?”

Wufei frowned, not sure why Heero was asking the question. He’d expected it to be asked before, as a way to figure out how to retaliate, but he wasn’t completely certain yet if that was still his intention. Then again, what did it matter? “Duo is an anomaly that shouldn’t even exist. He was born one thing, but now...” he paused. “He hasn’t been human for a very long time- if ever. From what I pieced together, he’s been shifter of some kind for as long as he can remember, only to have a master vamp screw with him about a decade back. Somehow, he managed to carry the vampire’s bloodlust, but little else. He’s never revealed a secondary form to me, however.”

Heero let the news sink in for a moment, then nodded. It somehow made sense. “Thank you, master.” He arched a little as a hand came and pet into his messy hair. He’d grown to accept, if not quite like, that affectionate gesture. It meant things were right with the world. Well, this little piece of his world. Then fingers tightened in the dark locks and tilted his head up to face his master directly. Wufei’s dark eyes glowered, sending sudden chills along his spine. “Master?”

“We still have to address what your other plans for the evening would have been, Heero. Running away, successful or not, must be punished.” Heero felt the edge of a nail becoming a talon, tracing along the curve of his jaw. He was careful not to flinch- the smooth sharp crook could slice him easily. His body moved under his master’s guidance, kneeling on his fours in the dirt. The claw barely scratched along his shoulder and over his neck, coming to a rest over the thinner layers of muscle on top on the shoulder blade. One quick stroke downwards had him gasping in pain as his flesh parted with ease. Slice after cut etched his shoulder, blood running down his side and back as he fought to hold in the sounds of pain. Duo liked to hear his pain, but he wasn’t sure what Wufei wanted, and he didn’t want to attract unwanted attention. Finally, he could no longer feel the touch of skin or nail against him, and Heero nearly collapsed when his head was released. Only his long years of training kept him from crashing into the dust and dirt.

“This isn’t your punishment, Heero. That’s yet to come. This is so the people where I’m taking you know you’re already claimed. I will heal it before morning so it’ll be nothing more than a faint scar.” Fingertips trailed through the leaking blood, then damp fingers circled the loose muscles before easing in. Acting according to the rules laid out during his initial ‘training’ with Duo, Heero lifted his hips as much as he could, offering himself to his master. His actions were rewarded minutes later with the steady thrust of his master’s cock. Pleasure rolled through his body even as his hole complained a bit about the use, but he arched back and whimpered anyways. He knew Wufei liked his soft sounds during sex. “I doubt I have to remind you that I haven’t given you permission to come.” With that quick warning the fucking continued, fast and deep but not really rough. Then Wufei was coming inside him and he tightened his muscles, milking out the last of his master’s seed.

Heero felt his shoulders being pulled up, making him sit back into Wufei’s lap, his softened cock still buried inside. An arm wrapped across his chest, supporting him. Soft, slightly rough touches moved over his back and up his shoulder, until a tongue flicked against the raw wound. He gasped and tried to pull away. It was useless, he was held in place as Wufei cleaned the flesh around the wound and then licked the wound until the blood was gone. Finally, he was allowed to slide from the other’s lap and braced himself up off the dirt.

“Get dressed and follow me. There’s a few rules I must lay out for tonight before we reach our destination.” Heero nodded, rose, and carefully eased back into his clothes. His tank top clung uncomfortably to the raw flesh, and his shorts gained a damp spot, but he kept silent as he followed his comrade in arms, his master in private life, even deeper into the woods.

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The rules had been simple; following them to exactness would be a challenge. Tonight, he belonged utterly to Wufei, and all decisions would be made by him or approved by him. He couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes- even his master- unless directly ordered. He would not fight or resist anything done to him. He would stay kneeling or on his fours unless directed otherwise. The only sounds permitted were from pleasure or pain, but no words, no talking.

“One last thing, Heero, before we get there.” Heero paused and waited. “This group is going to be relatively small, but they will all be like me, or like Duo, or some other creature. No matter what you see tonight, you can never say anything about them. Not even to Duo. None of these will be human, and they are very picky about who they let see the truth. No matter what you see, this stays between only the two of us. Period.”

“Yes, master.” Heero mumbled. He was trying very hard to keep everything in mind, keeping the role in which he’d been charged. It wasn’t too difficult, because for Wufei, he was willing to do far more than he’d ever admit. He wasn’t even sure when, or what, his punishment would be. Instead he followed Wufei like a loyal dog, just behind him, waiting for any signal to stop or kneel.

A tiny fire lit a an equally diminished clearing, where shadows moved around among the trees. Heero stopped at Wufei’s hand gesture, watching with awe and a little trepidation as scales appeared and scrawled across his skin. Wufei turned his head and gave him a rather toothy smile. “Remember the rules. They’re effective in full as of now. Crawl behind me, stop when I do. And keep your eyes down, damn it.” Heero immediately corrected himself, dropping his undermining gaze to the grass and dirt and sleeping flowers. He eased himself down to his knees, almost bowing as he waited for his next order. Instead, he scrambled to keep up when his master moved away, tracking the tail that now swung mere inches from his nose. Heero made a mental note to ask him about the whole tail thing later.

A huge furry body stopped all progress. The paws, the only thing Heero could really see without looking up and breaking orders, were at least as big as his head. A high, harsh voice greeted his master. “You brought a pet this time. It has been far too long since a Chang has graced us with their presence, and even longer since one brought a toy. A pretty trinket, Wufei.”

“An ungrateful little trinket, Morrone. He tried to run away earlier this evening.” Evil chuckles came from all sides, along with a few pitying coos. “Should we show him what happens to bad little pets?” Cheers rang out. Heero choked back a whimper at the current of wicked intent flowing through the crowd. He was so screwed.

“Look up, look at me, you piece of trash. Look at me, you human.” Hesitantly he looked up, careful to try and not make eye contact with anyone. Shock rippled through his body as the paws led up to a large furred body, beaked head, and wide, long wings. Heero changed his mind. He wasn’t screwed- he was dead. The gryphon ‘grinned’ at him. “Your master has offered you up to us. You scared?”

Yes, in a way, Heero was scared. He’d faced some impossible and near- impossible things, including his attempted self-destruct. But then he’d stepped in, expecting and accepting death. But here, there was no sweet promise of eluding the pain by death. He could ignore much, but after so many recent activities, he couldn’t block out much more. Torture by beasts would be worse than anything OZ had thrown at him- something he was completely positive about.

But he wouldn’t admit it, not to these creatures. He just knelt, silent, having turned himself to watching the ground and feet pacing around him. The gryphon didn’t care to being ignored, and struck out. Heero flinched but found his master’s scaled arm blocking the heavy paw. “Enough. Punishment is due for what he has done, but no unnecessary abuse.” The brush of Wufei’s tail along Heero’s skin sent shivers through his body. “Strip, my little slut.” Heero scrambled to obey, stripping off his shirt, pants, and underthings, all the while feeling the scaly appendage trace his body. It calmed him from his worries and yet turned him on, so by the time he was naked and once again kneeling near Wufei, he was half-hard. He couldn’t help it, even though he was still feeling a little trepidation over what these creatures had planned for him.

“No biting, no scarring. No turning him. You are allowed to fuck him but no coming in his ass. That is my right alone.” Golden orbs glared over the gathered beasts. A wide grin cracked the oddly shaped face before damning words swept everything out of control. “He’s all yours to play with.”


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