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"Ellion"Written By: Vega-Lume Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. This series
and all characters original to it are licensed by Sunrise and Madman
Entertainment. I claim no ownership, nor do I profit in any way from
this fan work Rating: R Warnings: A/U, Angst, non-graphic NCS (under aged
– early teens), Yaoi, MPREG, death (no major characters), smidge
of citrus (non-graphic). Maybe squik, depending on how you look at
it (non-graphic descriptions of child birth and genitalia). Pairings: 1x2x1, 13xUne Summary: Set in a world where one mad man tries to rule all and destroy the last traces of magic, one young man must overcome a life filled with war and death in order to save those he holds dear. Notes: Lack of grammatical contractions is intentional. "Ellion - Book 1" Chapter 5
Pain. That was all Heero felt for days after Dekim had taken him. The Ozlainian General had allowed the camp healer to patch him up but the slimy, skinny man was nowhere near as skilled in healing as Sally. He had no compassion towards Heero and had set his broken arm without giving him anything for pain and when the fever set in he simply advised the general to leave him in the woods and let the animals take care of it. Angered, the general demanded that the healer tend to him properly and the man begrudgingly did as he was told. Several days later the fever broke and the healer stated that Heero was out of danger. Every day as the boy gained his strength Dekim’s desire for him grew. He wanted the boy, had wanted the boy for some time now but he held back. He wanted this boy to last, wanted time to enjoy him which meant he had to allow the boy to heal. So he bided his time as the bruises faded and the beautiful face began to clear. They were constantly on the move to avoid detection and several days into Ellion the healer announced that Heero’s was healed enough, and could now walk on his own while they traveled, instead of being carried around by disgruntled soldiers. The women that had been taken had not been beaten and had been forced to walk all the way. That night when they set up camp, Heero was taken to Dekim’s tent as usual his hands bound behind him and tethered to a spike that had been driven deeply into the ground. Dekim fed him a meal of dry bread and a few bites of cheese all the while, petting his hair and stroking his back and shoulders. Heero wanted to move away wanted to avoid that touch but could not. He could sense that something bad was going to happen soon and knew that there was no way he stop it. Too soon the food was gone and Dekim moved to the tent flap and spoke quietly with the guard for a few moments before moving back to his cot and the youth that was tethered beside it. “I am going to take you now,” Dekim stated as he leaned close to Heero and loosened the rope that bound him. “I am sure you are old enough to understand my meaning.” Heero shied away as the General moved to stoke his cheek. Angered Dekim grasped Heero’s chin roughly and forced the boy to look at him. “You will not move away from me again,” He growled. “Do not think I do not know how you and the Prince feel about each other. Everyone knows, if you were older you probably would have been married to him already. If you are willing to sleep with him, then my being a man should not be a problem.” Heero squeezed his eyes shut and tried to turn away
but Dekim still held his chin. Heero gasped in startlement and tried to pull away again, only to be jerked closer when the hand that had been on his chin moved to grab his upper arm. “You will submit. If you do not I will be forced to punish you,” He squeezed the boy’s arm which was not yet fully healed causing him to gasp in pain. “P…please, do not do this,” Heero gasped out in a pained whisper causing the man to laugh. “This is the only reason you are still alive. I will have you and I will force you if need be. It will hurt. Then I shall take you again and again until you no longer have the spirit left to fight me then I will kill you and leave you in the woods to be eaten by wolves.” Heero swallowed several times as his meager meal threatened to rise up and choke him. “Or you can submit,” the General continued his tone falsely gentle as he caressed his check again. “If you do I will not hurt you, I will take care of you and treat you well. I shall keep you fed and warm and in time you may find pleasure when I take you. The choice is up to you, either way I will have you this night.” He sat back but did not release his grip on the injured arm, and watched the youth struggle with his emotions. After many moments Heero’s chin dropped to his chest and he replied very softly, “Do what you will, I will not fight you.” A satisfied smile spread on the General’s face as he tugged on the rope still tied tightly around Heero’s uninjured wrist. “Come, sit closer to me.” Heero rose from the hard earth floor slowly and sat next to the older man and closed his eyes as Dekim began caressing him again. The man ran his hands down Heero’s arms and across his chest before sliding around to the youth’s back to pull him closer. He nuzzled and licked Heero’s neck and shoulder before he let go to stand up. Reaching down he quickly pulled off Heero’s tunic and forced him down on his back. Heero shivered under Dekim’s lust filled gaze and tried to cover his nakedness with his hands. “Do not bother; I have already seen your private places,” Dekim told him as he began to remove his own clothing. As his leggings dropped Heero paled. This was real. This man was going to take him in a way he had only imagined doing with Duo. Tears filled his eyes and he closed them quickly, forcing the tears to fall and course down his cheeks. Crawling over the prone boy Dekim licked away the tears then trailed his tongue down. Turning his head away Heero concentrated on anything he could think of that would distract him from what Dekim’s tongue and hands were doing on his body. He almost succeeded in shutting the world out but came to with a scream as the General’s length forced its way into his body. “Shhh…” Dekim’s hot breath ghosted over his ear. “The pain will ease soon.” Heero sobbed as fresh tears flowed freely down his cheeks. He was in agony as that hard length pulsed in his opening, moving in and out slightly as the General shifted above him. “I am ready.” Those words were Heero’s only warning as Dekim began to withdraw slowly and enter again. Though he did not want to admit it, the general had spoken true and after several long moments the pain began to fade. By the time Dekim was thrusting in earnest Heero was gasping and rising up to meet him, his own length hard and wet between them. Sitting back slightly Dekim lowered his hand to the boy’s length and stroked him. Heero gurgled in pleasure and moved against the other man desperate to find release then suddenly it was there, blinding and nearly painful as Dekim milked him. The rippling of the passage he was buried in triggered the general’s completion and he collapsed onto the slight body below him. After several long moments the large man rolled away and said, “I will not bind you if you promise to stay beside me, if you leave, my soldiers have standing orders to kill you.” “I will stay,” Heero replied his voice hollowly reflecting the black emptiness he felt inside. Oblivious, Dekim nuzzled Heero’s neck as he pulled him close then rose slightly to put out the lamp.
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As the days passed Heero became more and more withdrawn. He simply put one foot ahead of the other, ate when food was offered and lay back each night as Dekim used him. He was, on occasion responsive during the act yet but would often become ill afterwards. After this happened a few times the general noticed, if Heero lost much more weight he would be too weak to walk on his own so Dekim began to withhold Heero’s evening meal until afterwards so there would be nothing in his stomach to lose. They had been traveling for some months when Dekim first noticed the slight swell of Heero’s belly. Intrigued he called for their healer who confirmed that Heero was carrying his child. What to do now? The women they had taken had all been given herbs and treatments to prevent this but no one thought to do the same for a captive that looked male. The healer said it was already too late to induce a miscarriage so he supposed he could just kill Heero now and be done with it otherwise he would have to wait for the child to come and dispose of it then. It would be winter again when the child came, so it would be quite easy to just leave it out in the snow. He glanced over at the boy who looked so pale and ill, the once beautiful boy that had captivated him so was no more, with frail limbs, ashen skin, deeply sunken eyes and long hair in greasy tangles. Dekim did not have the same overwhelming desires he once had for the youth though he was still fond of him and he realized that perhaps he could just leave Heero and his child to the woods, if they perished so be it, but if they survived he deserved it. By evening he decided that they would wait one day after the child came then they would pack camp and leave Heero behind. He did not tell the boy, he simply treated him the same, using him every day and feeding him once every evening. His health deteriorated as his belly grew and by the time the first snow flurries flew he had to be carried again. ~*~*~*~*~ The heavy canvas tent was warm from the lamps as Dekim moved over Heero’s round form. Heero had long since lost all pleasure he had gotten from the act being too tired and ill to do more than just lie there while the older man used him. He was numb to everything, not even conscious of the feeling of the child moving inside him. He ate when food was there and slept because his body could not keep awake any longer. He was dead inside though his body continued living, though he somehow felt that it would join his soul in death very soon. And his child, would it even be alive at birth with as ill as he had been? Would someone care for it should he die or would the child die too? Though he was sad to think of what could happen he just simply could not summon the strength of body or will to care more. Dekim grunted falling beside him on the narrow cot and
pulled him close, nuzzling Heero’s dark hair as he ran a hand
over the tight belly. The child kicked but Heero felt nothing more
than the slight revulsion of Dekim’s breath against his neck. It was several hours later that Heero roused from his stupor when Dekim was suddenly jerked from the bed to land on floor silently. The lamp was now out and there was a dark shadow of a man hovering over the general holding a thin wire, the shadowed man looked up from the body to Heero and locked gazes with him. Heero closed his eyes accepting that this assassin would kill him too. The assassin frowned; he was assigned to kill the general only. No one told him the old man had a bed warmer. The girl was thin and sickly pale. She lay on her side and though the blanket covered her front from her neck to her knees, it was obvious she was unclothed. Her eyes had been so empty when they first locked gazes then there was a spark of acceptance. She knew the assassin had to kill her and she looked as if she wanted him to do it. Not accustomed to killing young girls or woman in general he took a deep breath and raised his hands to her neck intending to snap it quickly. Then he saw her rounded belly and stopped. He lowered his hand to the blanket covered mound and felt the tight skin and the slight movement of the child inside. “I am sorry,” He whispered. “I cannot kill an unborn child.” Empty blue eyes met his and the assassin felt ill, this girl was going to die regardless. There was no way she would survive with the general dead. The other soldiers would most likely kill her come morning once they found the general’s body. Running out of time he looked around for something, anything that could help. His eyes fell on a small trunk and he threw it open to find it filled with clothing. Pulling a long tunic from inside he threw it on the bed and hissed, “Put it on.” Before he continued to rummage, taking some woolen stockings he turned back to the bed to find the girl sitting up, the general’s large green tunic hanging loosely from her too thin frame. Moving to her side her helped her with the stockings then said, “I am going to take you somewhere safe where you will be able to get back to your family but I need you to stay very quiet and still.” She did not say anything but he could tell she understood so he wrapped her in the dark blanket, lifted her from the bed then slipped from the tent into the darkness of the thick woods that made up most of Ellion. He did not get far when the girl became violently ill, he just managed to set her on her feet when she vomited bile onto his boots. “I am sorry,” she whispered clutching the blanket as her knees buckled under her weight. “It is nothing the snow will not fix,” He replied as he caught her easily before she fell. Reaching down he grabbed a clump of fresh snow and held it to her lips. “Here rinse your mouth.” She accepted the mouthful gratefully letting the snow melt in her mouth before spitting it back out. After raking his boot through the snow he lifted her up again and continued deep into the woods moving south east to the village of Galia which was just on the edge of the forest near the sea. When the assassin was certain that they were far enough away from the camp he spoke. “My name is Odin; I am an assassin that was assigned to kill the general. No one told me about you so I am playing it by ear,” he chuckled. “I am taking you to a very dear old friend of mine named Jerusha, she is a bit of a healer and a midwife. I have known her my entire life and I know you will be safe with her until you are well enough to go back to your family.” The girl stirred slightly in his arms and he looked down to see her eyes glistening in the moonlight. “Are you alright?” he asked and she shook her head no. “I do not have a family, not anymore,” She whispered turning her face to his chest. “I have nowhere to go.” “What is your name?” Odin asked and the youth in his arms breathed, “Heero.” “I am certain everything will work out for you young Heero. You have your child and me if you will allow me to help. And I know Jerusha would love for you to stay with her because she is always asking me when I plan to move back in with her.” He chuckled again as he bounced her slightly to adjust his grip. “Where are we going?” Heero asked the softly swaying motions nearly lulling him to sleep. “Galia,” the assassin replied, “it is near the sea.” “My grandfather said he was born there,” Heero offered. “But he moved to Shiore when I was a baby to help my mother after my father died.” The girl had told him that she had no family so he did not ask her where her Grandfather and mother were now because he somehow felt he already knew the answer. “You are from Shiore?” he asked instead. “We lived closer to the sea but Shiore was the village nearest to us.” He wished he could kill Dekim again for taking the girl so very far away from her home, even if she had managed to escape the Ozlainian soldiers, there was no way she would have been able to get back that far on her own. From where they were now it would take at least a month to get to Shiore and that was if he had a horse. On foot it could take a week longer or more and in this weather she could freeze to death in less than a day. It was nearing dawn when Odin stopped for a rest. They were two days from Galia, he was going to have to carry Heero the entire way due to the weather and that the youth had no shoes. Also there were better ways to carry a person that allowed easier access that Odin could not use due to the youth’s advanced pregnancy. Her cheeks were sunken and her eyes looked bruised. Though she was underweight Odin could not get her to eat; she just huddled in the blanket and stared at the fire. She did not look at him or speak and seemed not to notice much of what went on around her. “Lie down, try to get some rest,” Odin suggested after returning the offered food to his pack. “We have a few hours before we have to get moving again.” She nodded so Odin helped her lie against his pack then wrapped the blanket more tightly around her. After an hour or so is was apparent that she really was not going to sleep, every pop of the fire or heavy rustling of the trees from the wind would bring her around, so Odin decided to just get moving early. After managing to get her to swallow some water, he donned his pack, scooped her up and was on his way again. It was late in the evening two days later when they entered the small fishing village of Galia. The streets were quiet and nearly empty as the pair moved, unnoticed towards a tidy two story house near the center of town. Odin did not need to knock for he was always welcome there so he let himself inside and placed Heero on a soft couch near the inviting fireplace. “Jerusha?” Odin called as he set his pack aside and removed his warm outer layers, hanging them on a hook near the door. “Odin love,” an aged voice returned from another room and was soon followed by the old woman it belonged to. She was of a hearty build, not too thin or heavy and looking quite spry for her obvious advanced age. Her hair was a pure silver and was unbound, falling around her shoulders in a soft cloud of loose curls. She was dressed for bed in a long white gown, stockings and a robe. “Hello Nana,” he said affectionately and kissed her cheek before her ice blue eyes fell on Heero. “Bringing home strays again I see,” she said with a knowing smile and then moved around the couch to meet her new guest. “This is Heero,” Odin said to her. “She was being held at an Ozlainian camp, I could not leave her there.” “I see,” Jerusha replied, not missing the obviously pregnant belly. “Heero, do you know how far along you are?” she asked gently. “No,” Heero whispered in reply. With a small frown Jerusha turned to Odin, “take her upstairs please. Put her in the small room, it will warm more quickly than the others will. I am going to have to do a full examination to see when the child will come.” He nodded and scooped Heero up once again, carrying her up the stairs to a small but comfortable room. After tucking her into the bed he turned to the fireplace, he had just gotten a fire going when Jerusha joined them carrying a large basin of steaming water with a few clean towels tucked under her arm. “Odin dear, please go to my room and fetch a sleeping gown for young Heero here then bring in some more wood.” “Of course,” he replied, knowing that she really wanted him to leave so they would have privacy while she examined Heero. He quickly found a gown and set in on the side table then left to fetch the wood, closing the door behind himself. “Heero, I know this will be difficult for you but do you remember when your last moon time was?” Jerusha asked as she took off her robe and rolled up her sleeves, intending to help Heero undress for the exam. At first he did not understand what she meant but after a moment of thought he remembered Sally’s teachings and was able to answer. “I have never had one.” “That is not possible; one cannot have a baby without having a monthly.” “I am not a girl,” Heero replied softly. “I am different, a doctor from my old home though I was somehow a combination of both.” The old woman was unsure if she should believe the youth so she asked, “Are you truly carrying a baby or is there something else wrong?” “The pregnancy was confirmed by the healer in the Oz camp. I do not remember how long ago but it was in the late spring or early summer.” Unsure of how to proceed as she had never even heard of a person of both genders before, let alone a pregnant one, she had no idea if Heero would even be able to deliver on his own. In her years she had delivered babies by cutting into the mother but if Heero was built differently inside she may cause irreparable damage. Taking a deep breath she stepped closer to the bed and helped her patient sit up and undress. It was startlingly clear that he had spoken the truth when she saw his masculine chest and male genitalia while feeling the baby move under her hand. He was a wonder, but he was also a person in great need so she dethatched herself from her curiosity and finished her examination, checking every part of him, then she bathed him then helped him dress before tucking him under the warm quilt. “Get some rest, lad,” she said knowing he preferred being known as a boy. “I will bring you something to eat in the morning.” “Thank you,” he replied, already drifting off. “How is she?” Odin asked from the table in the kitchen where he sat with his hands wrapped around a warm drink. “There may be some complications when the child comes, Heero is very young and small, coupled with the weakened state, I just do not know.” She ran a hand over her tired face. “The baby, when will it come?” “In the next week or so,” she replied. “It is of full size from what I can tell but has not dropped into position yet.” “I need to get back to the Guild, I am already overdue and they will send someone after me if I do not contact them soon,” he said to her after finishing his drink and placing the mug on the bench. “I understand but please, stay until morning and tell Heero you are leaving.” “I will, goodnight Nana,” he said then kissed her cheek before heading up to the room he always used when staying in her home. By dawn the next morning he was ready to go and sat with Heero in his room as they broke their fast. He was shocked and surprised when Heero told him of his unique make up. “I promise to you, my brother that I will keep your secret.” “Thank you, and be safe.” “I will, and I will come back to visit as soon as I am able,” with that he was gone. ~*~*~*~* During those first two weeks Jerusha examined him every day, she has never been this worried about treating a patient before. She had been well trained from an early age and had many, many years of experience, but having no fore knowledge of what to expect left her fretting. The opening she presumed the child would be born through was malformed compared to a woman and she simply was not sure if Heero’s body was up to it. She kept her fears to herself though and chatted cheerfully with him as and she stuffed him full of rich food and helped him get some condition back by assisting him as he walked and helped him move in arms and legs as he lay in bed. When people in the town learned that Jerusha had a young girl in need they brought over old baby things and clothing for Heero and his child. Jerusha thanked them all for him. In less than a day Heero had all he needed for the baby and for the first time he truly felt a connection with his unborn child that grew stronger every day. “Are you alright? You look unsettled,” Jerusha said one evening when she brought him his supper. It was snowing quite heavily and the windows rattled from the wind. “I was trapped in my home because of the snow once,” He replied absently. “Papa had gone to fetch Mother who was pregnant with my little sister at the time, and Dorothy and I could not get out on our own. It took several days before someone was able to dig out the door and free us.” “Is Dorothy your sister too?” She asked. Heero never really spoke of his past, but Odin had mentioned a grandfather that had joined them when his father had died. But he had not mentioned a sister before. “No, she is papa’s cousin but she was a close to me as any sister.” “Odin told me your father died?” her voice held a questioning tone. “He did when I was a baby, then Grandfather came to help Mama, we lived together in Shiore, but Ozlainian soldiers killed them when I was six. Papa adopted me and took me home with him to Hartou but the Ozlainian men took me away.” She had heard of the attack on Hartou last year, many were killed and almost a hundred people had gone missing, mostly women. Some had been recovered or returned to Hartou on their own, but most had never been seen or heard from again. Then recalling what else he said she looked at him in confusion and Heero understood why. “My Papa married three years ago to Anne, another soldier who was permanently posted in Shiore. She stayed there through most of her pregnancy then Papa brought her home to Hartou to have the baby, my sister Mariemaia.” Jerusha nodded in understanding then asked, “After your baby comes, will you go back to Hartou?” “I would like to, but it is such a long journey and I have no money. I am not even sure if my family is still there. I suppose I am afraid that I no longer have a home to go back to.” She sighed and sat beside him, “Then wait a while and get your health back,” she said. “You can stay with me as long as you like and it would be much easier to travel with an older child.” “Yes,” Heero agreed and his eyes drifted back to the snow falling outside his window. ~*~*~*~* Jerusha knew it was time the moment she walked into Heero’s room the next morning with breakfast. Though he was still asleep he shifted restlessly and made a sound of discomfort. She was moving the blanket aside just as Heero stirred awake and found the sheets wet from the birth waters. “Your baby will be born today,” She said covering him back up. “I need a few things, just lie back and I will return shortly.” It took her no time at all to gather towels and warm water and when she returned Heero seemed surprisingly comfortable for someone in active labor. “How are you feeling?” She asked as she pushed the blankets aside and tucked a towel beneath him, then pulled the sodden gown off his body and dropped it in an empty basin. “There is no real pain, just pressure,” he answered. “That is good, “she replied as she leaned down to see what was happening and gasped at the open, loosened state of his body, there was no longer a doubt as the whether the baby could be born naturally or not. Heero’s eyes slid shut and he took a deep breath before bearing down, causing Jerusha to jump up to get another towel, the baby was coming now. The old woman barely had the clean towel in her hands when Heero bore down again and then the baby was there, a perfect, beautiful baby with a cry that could bring the plaster down from the ceiling. She tied of the cord and carefully snipped it. “It is a girl,” Jerusha said with a smile
like the sun as she laid the infant on Heero’s chest. They lay
skin to skin with a towel draped warmly over them, Heero seemed to
not notice as his body finished the birthing process and Jerusha checked
that everything was as it should be before cleaning up the bed, managing
to even change the sheets without him needing to get up. She took
the baby then and washed her before fixing the napkin and dressing
her in one of the many cozy nightgowns they had been given. For a
moment she placed her in her cot so she could help Heero change into
a clean gown, even with the fire lit the air was too chill sleep unclothed. Heero was a natural and seemed to know exactly how to hold and feed the baby without need for instruction. His movements were sure and confidant like he had been handling babies for many years and Jerusha supposed that he had had some practice with his baby sister. When the bottle was empty he instantly moved his daughter to his shoulder and patted her gently until she brought up air. “What are you going to name her?” “Jaylin,” He replied. “It is a lovely name.” TBC
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