Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Bound Bonded and Betrayed ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 4 )

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?

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"

January 2008. ShenLong

 

 

Chapter 3

 

"Sally," the young blonde said as he opened the door and admitted the woman.

 

"Quatre," the greeting was returned. "Where is this poor unfortunate creature that Prince Heero has found himself?"

 

"Over there, Sally." Quatre indicated to where Duo was sitting rather stiffly on the bed. "His name is Duo," Quatre continued as he led the honey blonde woman to where Duo waited, head bowed.

 

Sally felt her anger rising as she approached the trembling slave, the bruising she could see making her wonder just how bad the rest was that lay hidden beneath the clothing and under the length of hair.

 

"Sally will treat your wounds, Duo. You have no need to fear her," Quatre said reassuringly.

 

"Hello, Duo." Sally's voice was gentle and soft, using a tone similar to one used when soothing a skittish colt. "Do you mind if I take a look at your body?"

 

The fear was evident in Duo's eyes and he found his hand reaching for Quatre's. Even in the short amount of time he'd known the blonde, he trusted the other slave; and right now he needed an anchor.

 

Quatre took the trembling hand and stroked his thumb over the back of it. "I'll stay right here with you, Duo." He looked at Sally for conformation.

 

"If you feel more comfortable with Quatre here then that's fine with me, Duo." Sally gave the frightened slave another smile.

 

"Thank you. I... I'm sorry for any disobedience," he murmured quietly and bowed his head further, body stiffening as if waiting for a physical reprimand.

 

Sally's heart lurched. What the hell had this poor creature endured to make him this way? With a sigh, she placed her basket of remedies upon the bed and spoke softly. "You haven't been disobedient, Duo, and no one is going to punish you."

 

While Duo knew the healer spoke the truth he couldn't relax and believe it fully. Too many times in the past he'd been given the same false hope and just when he'd started to allow himself to believe in it, he was jerked back to reality with a harsh beating. Now he refused to let anything penetrate through the thick walls of self preservation he'd built around his fragile mind and heart.

 

Quatre gave his hand a reassuring squeeze and Duo began to relax just a little only to stiffen again moments later when Sally's fingers began to explore the patchwork of welts, bruises, wounds and scars that graced his skin.

 

Sally was as gentle as she could be, her fingers exploring the maze of injuries to the slave's back. With each touch to a welt, a bruise, she felt her anger deepen. This boy hadn't even been given the courtesy of being treated like a slave; rather he'd been treated like an animal. No, she would take that back, even animals weren't treated this cruelly. With sadness in her eyes she turned back to her basket of remedies and fiddled around for a while, selecting the ones she thought would be most useful. She was aware of Duo's eyes watching her every move so when she turned back she made a point of showing the young man what she held in her hands and informing him of what she intended to do.

 

"These are just salves, Duo. They have strong healing properties. I'm going to spread them over the fresh cuts to your skin, they will help them to heal and lessen any pain."

 

Duo nodded that he understood.

 

Sally proceeded to spread the concoctions over the many wounds littering his skin. It took a while but eventually she was done. "That takes care of your back and chest. I'm sorry, Duo but I need to check your legs and, well, other parts of you."

 

Duo looked at Quatre in confusion; Quatre leaned in close and in a quiet, soothing voice, explained. "Sally will treat any wounds to your legs but she also needs to make sure that everything else is okay." / How to put this? / Quatre thought. "She needs to make sure that you're fine, um, down there." Quatre pointed to Duo's groin.

 

The young slave blushed and gripped Quatre's hand even tighter.

 

"I promise to be quick about it and make it as less unpleasant as I can."

 

Duo sighed. "Why?"

 

"She needs to make sure that you haven't been abused or hurt in any way," Quatre replied softly.

 

Duo's eyes widened a little.

 

"Some masters do that, Duo." Seeing Duo's curiosity beginning to pique, Quatre pressed on. "I'll explain it all to you later, Duo. For now though, drop your pants and Sally will be finished in just a few minutes."

 

Still red, Duo complied, removing his pants and then gripping Quatre's hand... hard.

 

Sally kept her promise, keeping the examination a short as possible and causing as little discomfort as she could. Satisfied that the young slave hadn't suffered any abuse to his genitals or anus she swiftly dealt with the wounds upon his legs and feet before straightening up and announcing she was finished.

 

Duo gratefully pulled his pants back on.

 

"The wounds should all heal properly now that they have been treated. I'll leave you some powders to pop into a drink, the mix will help you to sleep as well as assist in the healing process." Sally directed her words to Duo before facing Quatre. "I will come back tomorrow and re-dress those wounds that need it, or you can bring him to my chambers."

 

"Thank you, Sally." Quatre smiled at the woman.

 

"Thank you." The whispered words were so quiet that Sally nearly missed them. A smile graced her lips.

 

"You're very welcome, Duo."

 

Quatre escorted the healer to the door and then put the powder Sally had left into a cup of water before returning to the bed where Duo sat.

 

"What's going to happen to me, Quatre? What will my duties here be?" The voice was open, vulnerable as he took the offered cup and drank the contents, placing the empty cup on the small cabinet that separated their beds.

 

Quatre took Duo's hand before speaking. "I cannot answer that question the way you want me to, Duo. I don't know exactly what your duties will be, I'm sure that Prince Heero will explain them to you tomorrow. I would guess though that he wants you as his personal slave, something like what I am to Prince Trowa."

 

Duo gazed into the soft teal eyes of his fellow slave. "What do your duties entail?"

 

Quatre thought for a minute, choosing his words carefully. "I serve my prince in any way he wishes. I am there to see that he's kept happy and comfortable, anything from drawing his bath and fetching his clothes to playing music for him. Anything he wants, I am there to provide."

 

The soft words registered in Duo's mind. He had an idea that Quatre wasn't giving him all the facts here, but for now, he was too tired to question any further. His hand covered his mouth as he began to yawn.

 

"You should rest now; there will be time for questions and answers tomorrow." Quatre gently coaxed Duo from sitting on the bed and turned the covers down.

 

Duo was too tired to resist and allowed the gentle blonde to ease him into the bed, pulling the covers up over him and tucking them around his slender frame. Sighing, Duo burrowed deeper into the warmth. "Soft," was all he could say.

 

Chuckling quietly, Quatre leaned forth and brushed his lips across Duo's forehead in a tender kiss. "Rest, sweet one, I will be back soon."

 

"You're leaving me?" Violet eyes looked up, a glint of fear in them as a hand darted out from under the covers to grasp Quatre's wrist.

 

"I will return soon, Duo. I have to go and tend to my master's needs now."

 

Duo thought about that for a moment and then released his hold. He didn't want Quatre to get into any trouble on his behalf.

 

"Good." Quatre petted Duo's head. "You're safe here, Duo. No one will hurt you and I will be back soon. Sleep now."

 

Snuggling even deeper, Duo relaxed, the soft monotone of Quatre's voice soothing him. He began to drift off, unaware of when Quatre left the room.

 

~ * ~

 

Quatre had waited until he was sure that Duo was dropping off to sleep before leaving the room and heading for his master's chambers. Arriving at the thick, oak door he knocked and waited for permission to enter. Stepping into the chambers he noted his master sitting in the large chair by the fire, long legs tapering out in front of him, goblet of wine in his fingers while the firelight danced over the fine, chiseled features. Making his way across the room, Quatre became aware of Prince Heero sitting in the other chair by the fire. Quatre knelt at Trowa's side, head bowed. "Master," he said quietly.

 

Trowa's fingers dropped to the blonde head and began to run through the golden locks causing Quatre to almost purr. "How is the new slave?" Trowa asked.

 

"Sleeping," Quatre replied.

 

"How is he feeling? Did Sally stop by?" asked Heero.

 

"He has been bathed and fed; Sally has tended to his wounds and now he is comfortable."

 

Heero quirked an eyebrow at his brother. Trowa smiled and tugged gently at the blonde slave's collar. "Quatre, Prince Heero would like a proper report on the new slave's status, please give it to him."

 

With his head still bowed, Quatre spoke. "Permission to speak freely, sire?"

 

"Permission granted." Heero rolled the stem of the wine goblet in his fingers while awaiting the slave's words.

 

"The new slave's name is Duo. It seems he has been mistreated for as long as he can remember and so he thinks this is the normal way for a slave to be treated. He isn't used to the treatment of slaves here. He was rather shocked by the bathing, never having bathed in warm water or with any of the cleansing products before. From what he told me, the duck pond was the closest thing he'd ever had to a bath. He is now clean; also his hair..." Quatre trailed off for a moment. "His hair is truly beautiful, soft, shiny and luxurious despite the lack of care. I'm sure he will keep it that way now he has the means with which to do so. I suggest we keep an eye on his food for a while. He is unaccustomed to eating good food, having survived mainly on broth and scraps."

 

Heero frowned, his anger beginning to rise again.

 

Quatre continued. "Sally has treated his wounds as best she can..." A small choking sound could be heard as Quatre faltered for a moment.

 

"What is it, Quatre?" Trowa asked in his gentle tone.

 

Quatre shook his head, tears forming in his eyes. "I don't know how anyone could beat a slave like that, especially one as sweet as Duo. His... his body, covered in bruises, cuts and scars," Quatre's voice hitched but he continued on. "Sally has treated them all and seems to think he will heal okay."

 

"Was there...?"

 

"No." Quatre kept his head bowed as his voice lowered to a whisper. "No, there is no evidence that he has been abused sexually that Sally could find. From the conversations I've had with him thus far, I'm sure he is a virgin still, in all ways."

 

Heero sighed audibly. "At least that's some good news."

 

The silence fell heavy in the room as each of the men pondered the words. The fire crackled merrily, oblivious to the weight of emotion in the surrounding air. Finally Heero stretched. "I will leave you, brother. Quatre?"

 

The blonde slave turned to the prince.

 

"Please bring the new slave to my chambers after breakfast, I will speak with him then."

 

"As you wish, sire."

 

"Good night, Trowa." Heero took his leave.

 

"Good night, Heero," Trowa acknowledged from his position still seated by the fire.

 

Heero left, closing the door behind him and leaving his brother and the slave alone.

 

Trowa placed a finger under the blonde's chin and raised his face to meet his gaze. "Kiss me," he ordered.

 

Quatre rose from his kneeling position to obey, carefully leaning forwards to place his lips against those of his master. The strong, slick tongue of his prince pressed firmly against his lips which he parted eagerly to accept their master's invasion. The kiss broke and Quatre whimpered at the loss.

 

Trowa chuckled softly and rubbed his thumb across his slave's bottom lip. "I have a more pressing duty for that sweet mouth of yours."

 

Quatre moaned. He knew what his master wanted and leant forwards, awaiting permission.

 

"Suck me," came the quiet command.

 

Quatre leaned closer, this time his hands went to the fastenings of his master's breechers, quickly unlacing them with practiced ease. He could feel the heat rising from the skin, the bulge pushing forward making the task a little harder than usual. Finally the last of the lacings gave in and Quatre reached inside the parted cloth, finding the engorged shaft and carefully pulling it free from its prison.

 

Trowa moaned softly as his slave drew his aching cock from within his pants, the cool air soothing his ardor momentarily.

 

Quatre licked his lips, moistening them in readiness for his master's length. Gently he leant in, pushing himself between his master's legs and softly licking around the swollen head. He lapped at the head, knowing exactly what his master liked and wanted. Teasing the small slit and running his tongue around the ridge, Quatre paused to flick his tongue across the join of foreskin to crown before opening his mouth and swallowing the thick length all the way to the root.

 

Hands found their way to golden hair, encouraging the slave to take all the heated shaft into his talented mouth. Quatre eagerly obeyed, relaxing his throat muscles as the blunt head pressed firmly against the back of his throat. He began to suck, using a combination of his tongue, cheeks and throat muscles to give his master as much pleasure as possible.

 

Soft moans were coaxed from Prince Trowa as his slave worked his magic on his cock. He could feel the pleasure building, his balls drawing closer to his body as the fire inside his gut built in intensity. The sweet torture to his arousal continued as soft whimpers fell from his lips. "Oh, Quatre. That's it, suck me, suck me good." He ran his hands through soft, golden locks while his hips rocked. "Ahhh..."

 

The body he was worshiping began to tense, warning the slave of his master's impending climax. Quatre relaxed and drew back a little in preparation for the gift he was about to receive.

 

A strangled moan tore from Trowa, his body stiffened and then convulsed as his seed pulsed forth, his climax stealing all thought from him, the rich fluid spilling into the waiting mouth of his eager slave.

 

As the first jets of semen hit his throat, so Quatre instinctively began to swallow; the bitter fluid was like honey to him. Greedily he drank it all then continued to suckle, attempting to draw more from his master.

 

Trowa eased the slave's mouth from his sensitive organ, his body limp and satisfied. "Thank you, Quatre," he said softly. "That was most satisfying."

 

Quatre smiled at his master. "Do you wish for me to re-dress you or prepare you for sleep, master?"

 

Trowa's eyes gave away his tiredness. "I think I shall retire. Prepare the bed, please."

 

Raising himself from his knees, Quatre tried to ignore the swollen organ between his own legs. His master hadn't given him permission to come and until he did so, Quatre would either have to suffer his arousal or try to will it away.

 

Watching the blonde slave fold back the covers on the bed and retrieve his sleeping gown, Trowa was well aware of his slave's erection; it was hard not to notice it. Quatre's pants were nicely tented.

 

Returning with his master's nightgown, Quatre knelt again. "Shall I undress you, sire?"

 

"Yes, please." Trowa stood and allowed his slave to remove his vest and shirt, the boots and stockings following. The breechers were still unlaced and Quatre slid them down over slender hips and the long legs of his master. Once the clothing had been removed the slave assisted his master into the nightgown and then proceeded to fold the garments and place them on the chair.

 

The prince made his way to the large bed and sank into the soft mattress, his weary and sore body grateful for the softness. He turned to his slave who awaited his orders. "I think you should spend the night in your own quarters with the new slave. He is bound to be feeling a little lost and scared. Look after him."

 

"As you wish, sire." There was a touch of sadness in the voice when Quatre spoke. "Will there be anything else, master?"

 

"Yes."

 

Quatre looked up at his master.

 

"I want you to come for me."

 

"Master?"

 

"Come here and kneel on the end of my bed. You did a wonderful job with your mouth relieving my frustration but I am too tired to assist you, so I wish for you to touch yourself, make yourself come for me."

 

The slave shivered, his cock surging between his thighs at the promise of release. Quatre did as requested and climbed upon the bed.

 

"Remove your pants and kneel at the end of the bed, I want to watch you."

 

Quatre removed his pants, the swollen organ appreciating the freedom. He climbed back upon the bed and knelt facing his master.

 

"Spread your legs a little more. Good. Now, touch yourself, play with yourself, make yourself come for me and make it good."

 

Quatre moaned again. Usually his master took care of him, making him come while using his body for his own release. It wasn't very often that Quatre brought himself off and ever rarer for his master to order him to pleasure himself while his master watched. His hands ran over his torso and chest, dipping beneath his vest to tease a nipple while the other hand stroked over his flat belly. He moaned quietly, enjoying the sensation. Running his fingers through golden curls, he dipped below his swollen organ to cup his sac, rolling the testicles in his palm. He threw his head back and groaned as he stimulated himself, then impatiently his fingers danced over the heated length and teased at the head of his erection. He spread the sticky droplets, coating the swollen head with the liberal offering before curling his fingers and beginning to fist himself. He dropped his head forwards and peeked through golden bangs at his master and smiled.

 

Satiated as he was, Trowa could still appreciate the 'show' his slave was giving him. He took pleasure in watching his slave tease and torment himself and all for his benefit.

 

The passion in his loins was building and Quatre knew it wouldn't be long before he reached his release.. His hips began to rock, steadily pushing his cock into the hand that pumped it.. Moans and whimpers came from his throat while sweat trickled down his back. He pushed his legs wider apart, dropping his other hand to his balls and gently squeezing them. His hand sped up, the promise of release within his grasp and his world narrowed to focus on his cock and reaching that goal.

 

Rubbing his thumb across the slit, Quatre's body could take no more. A series of soft whimpers and cries left his mouth as the proof of his passion left his cock in thick, hot spurts to coat his hand and stomach before dripping to the bedclothes.

 

Once his body had stopped convulsing and the last of his orgasmic high left him, Quatre opened his eyes and gazed lovingly at his master, raising his hand and licking away the evidence of his release from his fingers. Once he was 'clean' he raised his eyes to meet with his master's, hoping the prince had enjoyed his little 'show'.

 

"Beautiful, my sweet Quatre; simply beautiful," Trowa whispered.

 

"Thank you, master." Quatre blushed a little, enjoying the praise.

 

"You should return to your quarters now, as much as I would prefer to have your company here with me tonight, I fear that the new slave may need your tenderness more than I." Trowa pulled his slave to him and kissed him soundly before releasing him and allowing him to return to his quarters. "I will send for you tomorrow, until then, take care of the new slave and heed Heero's instructions. You are a good slave, Quatre, and I am proud to be your master."

 

With the words of praise ringing in his ears, Quatre's step was light as he made his way back to the quarters he now shared with Duo.

 

~ * ~

 

The long haired slave was sleeping soundly when Quatre returned. He smiled as he noted how Duo had burrowed deep into the mattress, only the crown of his head was visible. Quatre tucked the blankets a little more around the sleeping form and placed a gentle kiss to the ragged bangs before moving through to the bathing chamber and fetching a cloth to clean himself up with.

 

Once the stickiness was removed, Quatre felt more comfortable and returned to the bed chamber. He stripped off his clothes and crawled, naked into his own bed. He was tired, it had been a long day and the release he'd received earlier from his gentle master had added to his body's weariness. But it was a nice feeling.

 

He sighed softly, missing the warmth of his master's body for he usually slept with Prince Trowa, but knowing that at the moment the new slave needed him more than his master. Quatre didn't mind, he found he really liked the new slave. He felt sorry for him and all he had endured so far. Hopefully though, Duo would learn to enjoy his life at the castle. Quatre sincerely hoped so, for the long haired slave deserved better in life.

 

With another gentle sigh, Quatre snuggled down into his own bedclothes and let the dark fingers of sleep claim his mind and body.

 

~ * ~

 

tbc...