Fic: Controlled Violence, Ch. 9/30
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whatwekeepCharacters: (for this chapter) Hunter Parrish, Liev Schreiber, Sean Maher
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slavery, Profanity, Sexual situations
Word Count: 1,507
Previous Parts: Ch. 1: Liev's Provenance, Ch. 2: Liev v. Madsen, Ch. 3: Lord Bale's Gym, Ch. 4: The Charity Ward, Ch. 5: On Tour, Ch. 6: An Unwelcome Interruption, Ch. 7: Hunter's Provenance, Ch. 8: Home Sweet Home
Summary: In an age when slavery is mandated by law, a type of gladiator-style fighting has arisen. Liev is an aging fighter who brings extra income to Lord Bale's household by training other fighters. Hunter is the newest fighter in Lord Bale's stable.
Author's Notes: Character photos for Lord Bale's household can be found here. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
poisontaster for opening up this sandbox, to devilc for introducing me to it, and to fleurlb for some choice casting suggestions.
Lord Bale's House, Present Day
"So," Hunter huffed out when he could breathe again, "fighters aren't even matched up by size or weight or something?"
"Nope." Liev stood behind the heavy bag, holding it in place. "It's all deals done between masters. If you're lucky, you have a good master that gives a shit and won't put you in the ring against some 300-pound monster. Let's see if you can kick." Liev stepped out from behind the bag. "Like this," he demonstrated, snapping out a sharp kick to the bag that would have hit a fighter somewhere in the midsection. "It's a snap," he kicked again, "from your hip. Not leg strength. The strength comes from your hip and your back, and your foot pressing down in the floor. Give it a try." He moved back behind the bag, holding it still. "Put your feet like we talked about, balance your weight between them."
Hunter squared himself up in front of the bag again, and kicked in a pitiful attempt at imitating Liev's form. "And there are different kinds of fighting?"
"Yeah, a few different kinds. Most fights are MMA. Kick it again, and I want you to only move your leg and your hips. Don't twist your torso like that, you're gonna throw your back out."
Hunter tried the kick again, trying to hold his upper body as still as possible. It wasn't as easy as Liev made it look. "What's MMA mean?"
"Mixed martial arts. Boxing, grappling, kick boxing, whatever. A mix of all martial arts, whatever the fighter's trained in. That one was better, but I want you to really plant that front foot. Right before you kick, shift all your weight to that foot. If you're not balanced, the other guy's going to push off from your kick and throw you down. Give me three good ones." Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. "Better. Now snap it, the power's in the speed." He paused, and Hunter gathered himself, trying to kick faster. "Okay. Switch."
"Switch?"
"Put your other foot forward, and kick with the other leg. It has to go both ways, kid. Then there are different kinds of MMA, like Greek-style fighting, which is what Nick does."
Shuffling his feet around, Hunter tried to find his balance and kick out with his left leg. He nearly fell down when it connected with the bag, but he gathered himself and tried again. "How is that different from normal MMA?"
"It's naked." Liev grinned. "You're definitely right-footed, kid. We're going to have to work on that."
Hunter giggled. "Naked? Like, completely nude?" He had a hard time picturing Nick in the nude, snapping off kicks like Liev was showing him, parts all swinging in the wind.
"Yeah." Liev laughed too. "It's quite a sight, but the owners love that stuff. And good Greek fighters are hard to find, which is why Lord Bale's held on to Nick for so long. They can't have any inhibitions at all. Some masters try to force it, but there's only so much you can do without drugs. And then there's traditional boxing, just straight punches, no kicking. And there's weapons forms."
Hunter tried the kick again, shifting his weight forward earlier in the kick. He connected solidly with the bag. "Good one, kid! A couple thousand more of those and you might be able to spar."
"A couple thousand?" He knew it must have sounded petulant, but the thought of kicking anything a thousand times made Hunter tired. What had he gotten himself into?
"And you'll be glad for every one of those practice kicks when you actually get in the ring. Hopefully we don't have to train you in sticks or knives anytime soon, and can spend a couple months completely on MMA."
"Don't you - " Hunter snapped off another kick. His foot was starting to seriously hurt from where it impacted the bag. "Aren't you the one who decides what kind of training I'll do?"
"What kind of training you'll get depends on what kind of fight Lord Bale sets up for you. It's possible I can make it work out so that your first fight isn't with weapons, but I can't guarantee anything in this life, kid."
***
Lying in bed that night, Hunter thought he'd never been more tired in his life. He'd spent the morning with Liev, first kicking and punching the heavy bag, then pads Liev held at different heights, until he literally felt like he couldn't lift his arms, much less hit anything. And that wasn't the end of it. After lunch, he'd spent two hours lifting weights with Doug, who besides being unnaturally cheerful was evidently a complete sadist. Then it was running with Nick and Charlie, not on a track but through the woods, up and down stairs, even as far as the beach, where they had taken off their shoes and run barefoot. Nick said it was good for leg strength. That, at least, was halfway pleasant. The beach reminded Hunter of Lord Harrelson, and he fell asleep with the image of Harrelson's smile foremost in his mind.
***
The knock on Liev's door wasn't unexpected, nor was the man standing outside it. "I...Lord Bale is away, and he told me that if I should need anything, I should talk to you or Michael." Liev smiled, his heart warming at the sight of Sean in his pajamas in the hallway, eyes downcast and shy.
"You tell me that every time Lord Bale leaves town, Sean."
Sean looked at first surprised, then confused, as he met Liev's eyes. "I wasn't sure...I forget things sometimes."
"I know, baby," Liev murmured. "It's all right." He stepped back from his door and Sean stepped in tentatively. Liev closed the door softly behind Sean, loathe to attract attention. Liev was more than happy to accommodate the sweet body slave's needs, but it was a delicate situation at best.
Lord Bale's frequent travel had always taken a heavy toll on Sean. When Bale left him behind, Sean's carefully orchestrated routines broke down and he became confused and skittish. There was no doubt in Liev's mind that a special ring of hell was reserved for any master cruel enough to have damaged this one.
"Tell me what you need." Liev wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around Sean and hold him close, erase the confusion from his eyes. But that was not how this was done. It was important, probably more important than the act itself, not to skip any steps.
Sean's eyes glowed in the light from his desk lamp. "To be touched," he whispered.
In this, at least, Liev considered, Sean was probably no different than any other body slave. "I can do that." Liev reached out, cupping Sean's jaw in his hand and caressing the side of his face gently. Sean turned into the touch, eyes closed. "Is that all you need?"
"No." Sean kissed the palm of his hand, causing warmth to spread through Liev's abdomen and further south. "More. I need more."
Liev stepped close, mere inches now separating his body from Sean's. He could feel the heat of the man, glowing through his silky pajamas, filling the room with his scent. He tilted Sean's face upward, and Sean's eyes opened. The confusion was gone, replaced with warm desire. "More of the same?"
Sean smiled softly. "You know what I want, Liev. Now you're teasing me."
Liev sighed and pulled Sean close, sliding a hand that was rougher than Sean's smooth skin deserved up under his shirt. He slipped his tongue into Sean's mouth, kissing hungrily, forcing Sean to groan against his mouth. "You tease me every day," he murmured. "Every day."
***
Lying on his side, spooning up to Sean and buried inside him to the hilt, Liev reached around to stroke Sean's erection. Sean gasped, pushing back against him hard. "You gonna come for me this time, baby?" Liev whispered.
"Can't...I can't...Liev...." Sean's voice rose in pitch, panicky.
"Shh." Liev bit down on Sean's shoulder lightly and let him go. "Shh, it's okay. I just want to make you feel good."
"You make me...ahhh...you do." Sean pushed his hips backward again and did something incredible, twisting in a way that should have required his pelvic bone to be dislocated, and it was all over for Liev, he was coming hard, twisting his hand in Sean's hair and trying to keep quiet.
But there was still another step, and it couldn't be skipped. Holding Sean close, Liev kissed the side of his neck above the slave collar and told him that if Sean was his, he would never be left behind. And then Sean slept.
***
Down the hall, Hunter awoke from a sun-tinged dream in which he was playing frisbee on the beach with Lord Harrelson, and momentarily forgot where he was. He thought he'd heard something, a small noise in the dark. "Melissa?" he called out softly. "Sweetie, do you need a drink of water?" There was no answer, and Hunter remembered everything. Tears burning his eyes, he wished he'd stayed asleep.
Ch. 10: A Fighter's Life
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slavery, Profanity, Sexual situations
Word Count: 1,507
Previous Parts: Ch. 1: Liev's Provenance, Ch. 2: Liev v. Madsen, Ch. 3: Lord Bale's Gym, Ch. 4: The Charity Ward, Ch. 5: On Tour, Ch. 6: An Unwelcome Interruption, Ch. 7: Hunter's Provenance, Ch. 8: Home Sweet Home
Summary: In an age when slavery is mandated by law, a type of gladiator-style fighting has arisen. Liev is an aging fighter who brings extra income to Lord Bale's household by training other fighters. Hunter is the newest fighter in Lord Bale's stable.
Author's Notes: Character photos for Lord Bale's household can be found here. Thanks to
poisontaster for opening up this sandbox, to devilc for introducing me to it, and to fleurlb for some choice casting suggestions."So," Hunter huffed out when he could breathe again, "fighters aren't even matched up by size or weight or something?"
"Nope." Liev stood behind the heavy bag, holding it in place. "It's all deals done between masters. If you're lucky, you have a good master that gives a shit and won't put you in the ring against some 300-pound monster. Let's see if you can kick." Liev stepped out from behind the bag. "Like this," he demonstrated, snapping out a sharp kick to the bag that would have hit a fighter somewhere in the midsection. "It's a snap," he kicked again, "from your hip. Not leg strength. The strength comes from your hip and your back, and your foot pressing down in the floor. Give it a try." He moved back behind the bag, holding it still. "Put your feet like we talked about, balance your weight between them."
Hunter squared himself up in front of the bag again, and kicked in a pitiful attempt at imitating Liev's form. "And there are different kinds of fighting?"
"Yeah, a few different kinds. Most fights are MMA. Kick it again, and I want you to only move your leg and your hips. Don't twist your torso like that, you're gonna throw your back out."
Hunter tried the kick again, trying to hold his upper body as still as possible. It wasn't as easy as Liev made it look. "What's MMA mean?"
"Mixed martial arts. Boxing, grappling, kick boxing, whatever. A mix of all martial arts, whatever the fighter's trained in. That one was better, but I want you to really plant that front foot. Right before you kick, shift all your weight to that foot. If you're not balanced, the other guy's going to push off from your kick and throw you down. Give me three good ones." Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. "Better. Now snap it, the power's in the speed." He paused, and Hunter gathered himself, trying to kick faster. "Okay. Switch."
"Switch?"
"Put your other foot forward, and kick with the other leg. It has to go both ways, kid. Then there are different kinds of MMA, like Greek-style fighting, which is what Nick does."
Shuffling his feet around, Hunter tried to find his balance and kick out with his left leg. He nearly fell down when it connected with the bag, but he gathered himself and tried again. "How is that different from normal MMA?"
"It's naked." Liev grinned. "You're definitely right-footed, kid. We're going to have to work on that."
Hunter giggled. "Naked? Like, completely nude?" He had a hard time picturing Nick in the nude, snapping off kicks like Liev was showing him, parts all swinging in the wind.
"Yeah." Liev laughed too. "It's quite a sight, but the owners love that stuff. And good Greek fighters are hard to find, which is why Lord Bale's held on to Nick for so long. They can't have any inhibitions at all. Some masters try to force it, but there's only so much you can do without drugs. And then there's traditional boxing, just straight punches, no kicking. And there's weapons forms."
Hunter tried the kick again, shifting his weight forward earlier in the kick. He connected solidly with the bag. "Good one, kid! A couple thousand more of those and you might be able to spar."
"A couple thousand?" He knew it must have sounded petulant, but the thought of kicking anything a thousand times made Hunter tired. What had he gotten himself into?
"And you'll be glad for every one of those practice kicks when you actually get in the ring. Hopefully we don't have to train you in sticks or knives anytime soon, and can spend a couple months completely on MMA."
"Don't you - " Hunter snapped off another kick. His foot was starting to seriously hurt from where it impacted the bag. "Aren't you the one who decides what kind of training I'll do?"
"What kind of training you'll get depends on what kind of fight Lord Bale sets up for you. It's possible I can make it work out so that your first fight isn't with weapons, but I can't guarantee anything in this life, kid."
***
Lying in bed that night, Hunter thought he'd never been more tired in his life. He'd spent the morning with Liev, first kicking and punching the heavy bag, then pads Liev held at different heights, until he literally felt like he couldn't lift his arms, much less hit anything. And that wasn't the end of it. After lunch, he'd spent two hours lifting weights with Doug, who besides being unnaturally cheerful was evidently a complete sadist. Then it was running with Nick and Charlie, not on a track but through the woods, up and down stairs, even as far as the beach, where they had taken off their shoes and run barefoot. Nick said it was good for leg strength. That, at least, was halfway pleasant. The beach reminded Hunter of Lord Harrelson, and he fell asleep with the image of Harrelson's smile foremost in his mind.
***
The knock on Liev's door wasn't unexpected, nor was the man standing outside it. "I...Lord Bale is away, and he told me that if I should need anything, I should talk to you or Michael." Liev smiled, his heart warming at the sight of Sean in his pajamas in the hallway, eyes downcast and shy.
"You tell me that every time Lord Bale leaves town, Sean."
Sean looked at first surprised, then confused, as he met Liev's eyes. "I wasn't sure...I forget things sometimes."
"I know, baby," Liev murmured. "It's all right." He stepped back from his door and Sean stepped in tentatively. Liev closed the door softly behind Sean, loathe to attract attention. Liev was more than happy to accommodate the sweet body slave's needs, but it was a delicate situation at best.
Lord Bale's frequent travel had always taken a heavy toll on Sean. When Bale left him behind, Sean's carefully orchestrated routines broke down and he became confused and skittish. There was no doubt in Liev's mind that a special ring of hell was reserved for any master cruel enough to have damaged this one.
"Tell me what you need." Liev wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around Sean and hold him close, erase the confusion from his eyes. But that was not how this was done. It was important, probably more important than the act itself, not to skip any steps.
Sean's eyes glowed in the light from his desk lamp. "To be touched," he whispered.
In this, at least, Liev considered, Sean was probably no different than any other body slave. "I can do that." Liev reached out, cupping Sean's jaw in his hand and caressing the side of his face gently. Sean turned into the touch, eyes closed. "Is that all you need?"
"No." Sean kissed the palm of his hand, causing warmth to spread through Liev's abdomen and further south. "More. I need more."
Liev stepped close, mere inches now separating his body from Sean's. He could feel the heat of the man, glowing through his silky pajamas, filling the room with his scent. He tilted Sean's face upward, and Sean's eyes opened. The confusion was gone, replaced with warm desire. "More of the same?"
Sean smiled softly. "You know what I want, Liev. Now you're teasing me."
Liev sighed and pulled Sean close, sliding a hand that was rougher than Sean's smooth skin deserved up under his shirt. He slipped his tongue into Sean's mouth, kissing hungrily, forcing Sean to groan against his mouth. "You tease me every day," he murmured. "Every day."
***
Lying on his side, spooning up to Sean and buried inside him to the hilt, Liev reached around to stroke Sean's erection. Sean gasped, pushing back against him hard. "You gonna come for me this time, baby?" Liev whispered.
"Can't...I can't...Liev...." Sean's voice rose in pitch, panicky.
"Shh." Liev bit down on Sean's shoulder lightly and let him go. "Shh, it's okay. I just want to make you feel good."
"You make me...ahhh...you do." Sean pushed his hips backward again and did something incredible, twisting in a way that should have required his pelvic bone to be dislocated, and it was all over for Liev, he was coming hard, twisting his hand in Sean's hair and trying to keep quiet.
But there was still another step, and it couldn't be skipped. Holding Sean close, Liev kissed the side of his neck above the slave collar and told him that if Sean was his, he would never be left behind. And then Sean slept.
***
Down the hall, Hunter awoke from a sun-tinged dream in which he was playing frisbee on the beach with Lord Harrelson, and momentarily forgot where he was. He thought he'd heard something, a small noise in the dark. "Melissa?" he called out softly. "Sweetie, do you need a drink of water?" There was no answer, and Hunter remembered everything. Tears burning his eyes, he wished he'd stayed asleep.
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Date: 2009-11-10 01:29 am (UTC)There's a certain level of benign neglect that's intriguing.
The Liev/Sean was just plain fucking hot.
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Date: 2009-11-10 09:57 am (UTC)The Liev/Sean was just plain fucking hot.
The mental picture alone of those two can keep me happy for days on end.
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