Freedom

Hey! Got a new fanfic going. I'm gonna post it here first then hopefully upload it to my account. Enjoy!

A/N: Conan the Barbarian does not belong to me. He and his world belong to his rightful owners.

Part One: Freedom

Once again, he'd been caught. Shackled and chained he curled in the corner of the cell, hiding his face from his captors, who leered and jeered at him. The cell was so small one could reach in to fondle the man and anytime a hand touched him he tried to jerk away but it only put him closer to the dirty stone corner. After maybe an hour of being touched through the bars, he was usually released from the cage and taken to a group of soldiers, needing release. There they would beat him, pull out their cocks and force him to pleasure them with his mouth…and his ass. He never received any pleasure from them and once they had their fun and abused him he was thrown back in the cramped grimy cell.

One day it was different. He heard the screams of guards and sounds of battle from the other end of the dungeon. Curious to know, he slowly crept towards the bars, wincing as he went from the night previous session. His hands curled around the slimy iron bars and blue green eyes widened when he saw a man, a hulking beast of a man barge in with a scrawny companion and grab the jailer. He couldn't hear the words muttered. All he could hear was the jailer begging for mercy and the low growling voice of the barbarian torturing him. He thought to himself, fat bastard deserves it for how he treats us, kill him you barbarian…kill him.

But the barbarian had another idea in mind.

The hulking beast of a man noticed the slave in the jail cell and yanked the key dangling from the jailer’s neck. It took a mere three stride to cross to the cell where the slave was being held and in those three stride the skinny slave cowered in the corner. He did have a single clue of what he barbarian would do to him, and he was terrified of what this feral man beast would do. That wasn’t until their eyes locked. Green met blue and within those green eyes the slave saw hurt, anger, rage, sympathy, and something else he couldn’t place in the swirling green orbs. The barbarian unlocked the jail cell door, stepped aside, and looked him directly in the eye again.

“Go. You’re free.” His voice was gruff, low, almost beast like. But then again it wasn’t surprising. What surprised the slave even more was the tone and the fact that this man was giving him his freedom. Maybe it might last longer than a few months…he thought to himself as he slowly rose to his feet and staggered out of the cell. His blue eyes glanced up to the barbarian once more, silently offering him thanks then hurried out of the cell, and through hidden passageways to escape.

He lurked in a corner only an hour after his escape only to watch the handsome barbarian, for the slave thought the beast of a man was very handsome indeed, humiliate and leave the jailer for the slaves to kill just to get the key, buried in his belly. With that the barbarian turned away form the sight, having seen enough bloodshed for one day and moved towards the ship he was to board. The slave himself staggered in the barbarian’s to bid his savior farewell and get his name.

“Wait!”

The barbarian turned, green eyes focused on the skinny figure staggering towards him. The slave collapsed to his knees and grasped onto the leathers tied around the barbarian’s waist before looking up to him with his blue eyes again. This time they had a spark in them, the spark of life.

“What.” The barbarian grunted.

The slave took a deep breath to help catch his breath before smiling, the first time in years.

“Thank you…for freeing me…” He said, his voice slightly raspy from months of disuse.

“No one deserves to be in a cage.” The barbarian replied.

After a moment the slave released his leathers and slowly rose to his feet.

“What is your name…so I may tell others of your kindness.”

The barbarian raised a brow at the slave, confused. Had he not heard of his deeds against rivaling tribes and his travels? Was it true that this slave, nay this man had never heard of him?

“You’ve never heard of me?”

Ashamed, the slave lowered his eyes and shook his head. Not once had he heard anything of the outside world during his captivity.

“Nay…I have not…”

The barbarian gave him a once over then opened his mouth to speak.

“Conan.” Was all he uttered.

Conan. Suited a man of his nature. The slave glanced up to him, gratitude upon his face.

“Thank you…Conan.”

“You’re welcome…you got a name?”

Conan was being surprisingly civil with him. The slave would expect him to grunt and leave, but yet he lingered. Why?

“Lucian…”

“Surname?”

Lucian once again averted his eyes and shook his head. He had forgotten his family’s name long ago…not since they were slaughtered and killed by a fierce warlord, who found him too pretty to be slaughtered like swine. Instead he was taken as a pleasure slave for his men and then was sold off when they grew tired of him.

“I have none…”

“Apologies.”

Conan turned his head just as crew members began to yell but he turned black to the slave and lifted his chin with a large calloused hand. Lucian flinched from his touch and hugged himself. The barbarian had expected this and drew his hand away from Lucain’s cheek.

“Go Lucian. Enjoy your freedom.” Was the last thing Conan said before departing to his ship. Lucian stood there hugging himself for a moment, a string of thoughts going through his mind. The barbarian’s touch was gentle, instead of forceful and he spoke to him as a human being, as a person instead of as a thing. By the time he glanced up to say something, Conan had left and the ship was just sailing away from the dock. He sunk to his knees and watched as the ship sailed away, his heart growing lighter at the setting sun behind it.