Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Bound Bonded and Betrayed ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Heero begins his search for his personal slave and all the villages present their finest for him; but nothing seems to meet with his expectations.

Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Action / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.19.2008 | Pages: 6 | Words: 7.0K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed

Disclaimer: I don't own the G'boys, I just borrow them from time to time to play with and return them a whole lot happier, ne? Written for pleasure not profit.

Rating: NC 17

Warnings: Sap, angst, bondage, slavery, Yaoi, Lemon, lime, het, violence, dark, fluff, AU, OOC.

Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 1xR, 2xR

Archive: http://gundam-wing-diaries.150m.com

Summary: Heero is the eldest son of the King of Colonia. His 21st birthday is approaching and as tradition dictates his betrothed is soon to arrive. However he is also bound by tradition to select his own personal slave. The events that unfold lead him down a path that not only tests his sanity but his humanity and love as well.

Author's Note: This fic was started back in 2004 and has languished on my hard drive ever since, only sporadically being added to when I have the time (and the muse the inclination) . Updates will be far between, but rest assured, it will be finished. Feed back is most welcome as are honest critiques. Flames will be dealt with as I deal with all flames - with sarcasm.

Commenced July 2004 - published January 2008

"Bound, Bonded and Betrayed"

by ShenLong

Chapter 1

Prince Trowa found his brother in the training room of the castle. He leant upon the wall, arms folded as he watched the heir parrying with his bodyguard. The clash of blades and grunts of bodies, as limbs bore the brunt of the mock fight, permeated the air. They were evenly matched, Trowa noted.

Suddenly the raven haired bodyguard ducked, swung, then pivoted and flicked his arms, effectively catching Heero off guard and sending his sword flying across the room to land with a clatter on the stone.

Prince Heero bowed in acknowledgment of the defeat. The dark haired bodyguard bowed in return and sheathed his sword before speaking.

"You have improved vastly, sire."

"Thank you, Wufei. I owe it all to your patient teaching." Prince Heero retrieved his sword from the floor and placed it back in its scabbard before returning it to the chest that contained all the practice swords.

"Even I would say you have improved," said Prince Trowa as he pushed away from the wall and approached his brother. He nodded to the bodyguard. "I should get you to give me some lessons sometime, Wufei."

Wufei bowed politely. "It would be my pleasure, Prince Trowa."

Trowa turned his attentions back to his brother. "What's this I hear that you are to search for a slave?"

Heero gave his brother a smile. "Let me get cleaned up and I'll come to your chambers and to tell you all about it."

"Sire, if you no longer need me I will return to the palace guard." Wufei bowed.

"Thank you, Wufei. You are free to go." The three men left the training room and separated; Heero to bathe and change, Trowa to await his brother's audience and Wufei to supervise the palace guard.

***

A short while later and feeling much refreshed, Prince Heero knocked softly on the door to his brother's chambers. A quiet voice bade him enter and so he stepped inside. Trowa was seated in a large chair by the open fireplace reading a book. Quatre, his slave, was settled at his feet, head resting on his master's thigh and dozing lightly as Trowa's hand absently brushed through his golden locks from time to time.

Heero smiled at the scene; for a brief moment he envisioned himself in a similar position, future wife sitting opposite, busy with her needlework, pleasure slave at his feet while he relaxed.

Trowa motioned for his brother to take a seat and marking his place, he set the book down upon the table. Continuing to pet his slave he turned his green eyes towards his brother. "Now, what's all this I hear of you acquiring a slave?"

Heero reclined into the plushness of the furniture and faced his brother. "Father has selected a wife for me. I am to marry just after my birthday."

Trowa nodded. "I hear she is quite beautiful."

"So father says." Heero kept his gaze firmly fixed on his brother. "I have also been informed that I may select my own pleasure slave."

"That's good." Trowa's fingers caressed his own slave a little more possessively. "Do you know what you want?"

Heero pondered that question for a moment. He opened his mouth and the words came out softly. "No, I don't." His eyes flicked from Trowa to the slave at his feet and he gave a gentle smile. "I can only hope."

Trowa nodded in understanding, caressing the blonde slave again in a possessive manner. "Where do you intend to find this slave?"

"Father is sending word to the surrounding villages. I will begin my search in two days."

"Ahhh..."

"Trowa?"

"Yes?"

"Would you accompany me?"

"Of course."

***

Heero sighed and turned to his bodyguard, shaking his head. He gathered up the reins and turned the horse's head to the pathway where his brother awaited. Trowa cocked an eyebrow in question. Heero gave him a look that clearly said he would talk once they were moving.

Wufei thanked the villagers who immediately began to chatter amongst themselves as he rode away. A little way down the track, Trowa spoke up.

"So, what was it this time?"

Heero just sighed.

"We have one more village to visit before calling it a day, your highness." The bodyguard spoke the words softly.

"I'm sorry," Heero said.

"What for?" Wufei asked.

"For dragging you both all over the countryside."

Trowa snorted. "You didn't think you would find your pleasure slave in the first village, did you?"

Heero shook his head. "No, I didn't." He looked down for a moment. "But I didn't think it would take this long either."

Wufei gave the prince a rare smile. "We have only been looking for four days."

"I know, but I can't help feeling that I'm never going to find what I'm looking for before my marriage, and after I'm married... well.…" Heero dug his heels into the horse's sides and the animal leapt forward into a gallop. Heero needed to feel the wind rush through his hair, to clear his mind somewhat. The steady thrumming of hooves soothed his troubled mind a little and enabled him to think.

Just what was it he was looking for in a slave? He knew they had to be pleasing to the eye, obedient and intelligent. He'd lost count of the number of slaves he'd been presented with at the many villages he'd visited so far. After a while they had all blurred into one; and none were suitable. They either lacked in one or all of the attributes he was looking for. Granted many of them were certainly beautiful, but as soon as they opened their mouths either their lack of intelligence showed, their voice was too high pitched or they were too gushy.

So intent on his thoughts, Heero didn't see the small cart and the two people up ahead until it was too late. He yanked on the reins but the horse was traveling too fast to stop in such a short distance. The animal stumbled, quickly regained its footing and drew its haunches underneath itself, launching its body into the air in an effort to jump the obstacle. With most of its impulsion having been lost in the stumble, it only just managed to leave the ground in time, forelegs neatly tucked underneath but the hind legs trailed out behind and connected with the cart, unbalancing it and knocking both the cart and the person pulling it to the ground.

The horse pecked on landing, tipping forward and throwing its head into the air to counterbalance the awkward landing, catching Heero on the nose and causing it to bleed. Heero managed to stay somewhat in the saddle with the cat leap, pitching forward but smacking his nose against the horse's muscular neck. His eyes started to water with the blow and he grabbed his handkerchief to staunch the flow of blood from his nose, slowing and turning the horse at the same time to see what damage had been done and if the cart and the people were all right.

Wufei and Trowa saw the people and the cart before Heero did but the wind whipped their voices away as they tried to warn the prince. Slowing their own horses' pace they could only watch in shock as the events unfolded before them. As Heero's horse clipped the small wagon so the person pulling it was knocked to the ground, the person following behind the cart had seen what was about to happen and yelled to the other person, but it was too late. The cart toppled and the goods went tumbling over the forest track.

As Wufei and Trowa brought their steeds to a stop they watched in stunned silence as the man at the rear of the cart ran forward to the one that was struggling to regain their footing. Instead of checking to see if they were all right the man began screaming and yelling.

Heero brought his horse around and headed back to see what damage had been caused and immediately felt his blood boil. There on the ground, surrounded by spoilt fruit and vegetables a person cowered. He couldn't see the face as it was hidden by a curtain of thick hair. The man standing over the slave was shouting obscenities as his hand raised a whip and brought it down hard against the back of the cowering creature.

The cry of pain that came from the crouched figure echoed through the forest. Heero dug his heels again into the horse's flanks, urging it forward as he saw the hand raise the whip again, ready to strike another blow to the unfortunate creature.

Wufei beat him though.

Seeing the hand poised ready to strike again, Wufei was off his mount and beside the man in a flash, his hand gripped the wrist tightly as Heero drew rein next to them.

"Enough!" Heero commanded. "It was an accident. If you want to blame anyone then blame me, for I was the cause!"

The man looked angrily at Wufei who held him in an iron grip before switching his gaze to the young prince, recognizing the youth now that he was closer. "If you will excuse me, sire, this slave is nothing but trouble. I shouted for him to stop but as usual he ignored me. He's insolent, disobedient and surly, and as such, should be punished.

Heero had dismounted by this time and tucked his handkerchief back into his pocket, the nose bleed having ceased. He knelt at the trembling slave's side, vaguely registering the man's words. The slave was a male? Surely not with all that hair. Tentatively he reached a hand forward and lifted the thick, matted curtain aside. The head was bowed though so Heero tucked a finger under the chin and forced the slave to look at him. A heart shaped face with delicate cheekbones, pert nose and huge luminous eyes stared back at him.

Heero's breath caught. He could clearly see the terror, pain and fear in those eyes; not to mention the unusual color. Heero's mouth opened and the words were spoken before his brain registered the fact. "How much?"

The man blinked and turned to the Prince. "I beg your pardon?"

"You were asked how much," Wufei responded.

The man's eyes narrowed and glittered as he saw his chance to make a tidy sum of money and be rid of the devil slave at the same time.

Wufei watched the calculating mind ticking over, fully aware of the man's intent. He growled softly. "It had better be a fair price or you will find yourself decorating the royal dungeons."

The man hesitated for a moment before replying with a figure half his original intent.

Wufei halved that figure again and the man nodded his assent. Reaching into the pocket of his tunic, Wufei removed a small bag and counted out the gold sovereigns, then handed them over to the man.

Heero allowed the slave to lower his head; he looked at Wufei and nodded, leaving Wufei to pay the man. Trowa watched with amusement. Seemed his brother had found his slave whether he knew it or not.

Wufei tucked the bag back into his tunic and turned to his prince. "Sire?"

Heero looked up.

"Let us be on our way and take this creature back to the castle."

Gently Heero moved to clasp the slave's arms and raise him to his feet. The slave didn't resist the action and allowed himself to be drawn into a standing position. Wufei had fetched Heero's horse and now held the animal. "Do you wish for me to carry the slave on my horse or would you rather he accompany you, sire?"

"I'll take him with me," Heero replied. He'd only witnessed the slave's face for a few moments, but felt inexplicably drawn to the creature. Heero was a fair man by nature, believing in punishment only when it was truly deserved. He couldn't stand to see someone hurt or beaten unjustly. He released his hold on the trembling form and took the reins from Wufei. Heero mounted the horse and settled into the saddle, shifting back a bit and motioning to Wufei that he was ready for the slave.

Wufei gently placed his arms around the slave and lifted him from the ground to pass to Heero. As the young man was hoisted into the air so Wufei noted he wore nothing but a thin pair of leggings; the thick, matted hair and large black collar the only covering for his upper body.

Heero arranged the shivering creature in front of him and looked down as Wufei spoke.

"One moment, sire. I fear he is cold." Wufei went to remove his thick cloak and pass it over when Trowa stopped him.

"Here, take mine. I have another."

Heero took the warm garment and wrapped it securely around the shivering slave, pulling the youth closer to his body. "Thank you, brother."

Trowa gave a warm smile. He could read the signals of attraction even if Heero wasn't aware of them.

"Oi! What about this mess?!"

Wufei turned to look at the man whom he'd just paid for the slave. The man was gesturing to the still overturned cart and scattering of fruit and vegetables. "Clean it up yourself," Wufei snarled as he mounted his horse.

The man went to open his mouth again, but one look at the gleaming sword that adorned the body guard's hip and the cold glitter in those black eyes convinced him otherwise.

Wufei turned the horse's head and spurred it forward in the direction of the castle and the two princes just ahead of him.

~ * ~

Heero held the slave close to his body as the jarring motion of the animal's trot soon gave way to the smoother, rocking gait of the canter. The horse carried them both with ease, settling into the pace and eating up the distance back to the castle with steady strides. Trowa rode just ahead of him with Wufei bringing up the rear. No words were exchanged but each man's mind was occupied with thoughts.

Trowa was eager to get home to his own slave and have the blonde massage his aching muscles. Wufei was still seething with anger at the cruel scene he had witnessed, unable to comprehend that masters could punish slaves for no reason and in such a fashion. It sickened him to think that there were probably more of these sorts of low life people out there. Heero wanted to get back home as quickly as possible and have his new slave taken care of. His sense of compassion burned within and he was determined that this creature wouldn't suffer anymore. As they cantered along so he let himself study the slave in his arms. The thick hair was matted and knotted, so clogged with dirt that Heero couldn't tell what color it was. It didn't seem as if the slave had seen a proper bath in a while either, Heero's nose confirming the fact. The body he held in his arms felt way too thin. His fingers had felt bones jutting under skin when Wufei had lifted the slave to him and he wondered how long it had been since the slave had enjoyed a decent meal.

The trembling was still present and Heero wasn't sure if it was due to shock, fear or the horse's movement.

The castle was within sight now and the forest opened up into the meadows that surrounded the large stone structure. Wufei sped up as Trowa slowed so they could ride three abreast.

"I suggest you let Quatre take care of him," said Trowa, the wind nearly whipping his words away.

Heero thought for a moment before nodding. Trowa was right. Quatre's soft, gentle nature would be a great help to the young slave, especially given the state he was in. While Heero was quite happy to care for the slave himself, it was unheard of for a prince to do anything like that and he really didn't trust the slave master to give the frightened, abused slave the gentle caring he would need.

"Quatre will take good care of him."

Heero turned to his brother. "Thank you."

The rest of the ride continued in silence as the castle loomed before them.

Wrapped tightly in the cocoon of the cloak, the young slave shook with fear. He had no idea where he was being taken or if it would be any better than where he had come from. All his battered mind and body knew was that he'd been bought and sold, and somewhere along the line he'd heard mention of royal dungeons. The pain in his body was far outweighed by the pain of fear in his chest; and yet...

The finger that had raised his face had been strong but not forceful. The eyes and face that he had briefly glimpsed had been calm, gentle even, but hope had long ago abandoned him, fleeing along with his identity when his dignity had been raped. He no longer cared what happened to him. In fact he was more than ready to welcome death if it would put an end to his pain and suffering. Somewhere though a tiny thought niggled at him. Maybe this one would be different, maybe he would be treated a little better here with this master, maybe the beatings wouldn't be so harsh. Maybe he should stop dreaming. Still trembling with shock and cold he burrowed deeper into the warm cloak and arms that surrounded him; might as well savor as much as he could, god knew when he would feel this warm again.

The castle gates were standing open, the guards moving aside to allow the Prince's entry. The slave felt the horse's pace slacken and peeked out, His curiosity getting the better of him. The tall stone structure awed him and his heart sped up in fear. He closed his eyes again and hid beneath his shaggy hair. He was sure he would find out all about his new home soon enough.

Quatre had been watching from his master's chambers for the return of the group. He spotted the horsemen approaching and left the room to greet his master. He hated being apart from him and wanted nothing more than to soothe the tired muscles he knew his prince would have. He waited impatiently at the open front door as the group clattered into the small courtyard, grooms running from the stables to take charge of the steeds. As they drew rein so Quatre's eyes noticed the addition to the group and began to smile, only to have it leave his face as quickly as it had arrived. Something was not right. Prince Heero held the bundle carefully. Quatre's brow furrowed, but then his attention was drawn back to his beautiful master as his name was called.

"Quatre, come here please." Trowa noticed his slave waiting for him and felt relieved. He called for him as he dismounted and handed his reins to the waiting stable boy.

Quatre ran down the steps to his master and immediately dropped to his knees, head bowed. "Yes, master?"

Trowa ran a hand through the silky locks and then pulled his slave to a standing position. He reached forwards and placed a gentle kiss to the sweet, pink lips. "Prince Heero has need of your gentle nature."

"Oh?" Quatre's eyes darted to the prince who had by now dismounted, still cradling the bundle in his arms. Quatre turned to face the prince and bowed his head. "How may I be of service, sire?"

Heero stepped forth. "I bought this slave from a man in the forest. He's..." Heero searched for the words.

"The slave was being beaten for circumstances that were not his fault. Prince Heero did a noble thing when he intervened and purchased the slave from his vile master," Wufei finished the sentence that Heero could not.

"Then he is not the one that Prince Heero was seeking?" Quatre asked his master in a quiet voice.

Trowa smiled at his slave. "It may not have been his intention, but I think Heero has found the slave he was looking for."

Quatre nodded and took a step closer to the bundle. "How may I be of service to you and the slave, sire? I am yours to command."

"I have need of your gentle nature and tender compassion. He has been through quite an ordeal I imagine, although I do not know his full story. I wish for you to bathe him and tend to his wounds. Feed him and befriend him. I will carry him to the slave quarters and leave him in your care for now. Tomorrow I will send for both of you." Heero looked at Trowa for conformation that what he had requested of the blonde slave was okay with him.

Trowa nodded. "Take care of him, little one. I will send for you later."

"As you wish, master… sire." Quatre bowed again in respect.

Heero quickly began his assent of the stone steps, eager to get the trembling slave out of the cold wind and taken care of. Trowa and Quatre followed him; Wufei bid them good evening and returned to his own rooms in the soldiers quarters.

Heero moved swiftly through the castle to the slaves' quarters. Opening the door to Quatre's chambers he carried the slave to one of the two beds contained within and gently lay him down. He reached for the top of the cloak and pulled it back a little, exposing the frightened face still hiding under the ragged bangs. "Quatre will tend to you. There is no need for you to be afraid, you are safe here." Heero gave a smile. "I will have audience with you in the morning. Until then, trust Quatre, he will not harm you." As hard as it was to surrender the slave's care, Heero knew he had to leave the young man in the care of Quatre. He was tired himself and still needed to speak with his father. With one last glance he left the slave and headed out to clean himself up before meeting with his king and explaining his new slave.

tbc.........

Author's Note; Many thanks to all of you who have read the prologue to this fic and dropped a review. Your comments mean a lot to me and I hope you continue to read. There will be some angst for a little while as we learn more about Duo and his situation, there will also be lemons, limes, romance and drama to come. Despite the warnings and what will occur in this fic, I promise there will be a happy ending.

* hugs and Gundam Pilots *

Shen ^_^