Warnings: Lemon, Dominance/Submission, Ménage a trois (well…not really but close and I wanted to type the phrase), Slash

Pairings: Main pairing is 4x2. However, there will also be: 1+2+1, 2xOC, 4xOC, 3+4, 1x5.

Disclaimer: Hrm. Believe me, I don't make any money on the stories - it's all in the merchandising. Just kidding! I do not own Gundam Wing or any of the pilots herein.

AN: Sorry this took so long to get out! I sincerely hope that you find this worth the wait, although it pretty much consists solely of smut and is quite a bit lighter than the first parts. It starts somewhere in the gutter and ends up…well, pretty much where you'd expect. ^_^ Oh, and special thanks to Elynsynos, for delivering the good, swift kick I needed to get this out. Thank you thank you!

AN Updated: OK, after getting no reviews (ack!), I went back over the fic and found a few glaring plot holes. I don't know why I missed them the first time but hopefully this will read much better now. If not, please let me know and I will fix them. *Stands with mallet poised* Thanks!

Chess

Part III: Sacrifice Taken

by Xellas M.

"Do you like him, Duo?"

Suddenly it hit Duo just how unprepared he was for this game. He felt exactly as if he were in a battle and had suddenly found himself outmatched and in real danger. Adrenaline surged through his body and his emotions became little more than a muted buzz in the background. In a heartbeat, the violet-eyed pilot's cheerful and friendly personality was replaced by the cold and remote God of Death.

The Deathscythe pilot welcomed this state of mind. This was his center and had kept him alive more times than he could count.

Shinigami rapidly assessed the situation. Quatre was forcing Duo to make a choice, to commit to the game. Rejecting the sacrificial pawn was tantamount to choosing the real Hiiro. It would be a statement that he wanted more than the Japanese boy's beautiful body. Was that true? Suddenly, Duo realized that if Hiiro really meant anything more to him than a hormone driven fantasy, he would never have agreed to play games with Quatre. This left only two options: to refuse the offering and submit to Quatre, or to accept and try to dominate.

The blond Arabian had sensed the sudden lack of emotion in his American counterpart, his small frame shivering in anticipation. This was what he had hoped would happen. Shinigami was the one person the empath would never be able to manipulate. The young man in white unknowingly held his breath for the few seconds it took his opponent and chosen partner to make his decision.

Finally, a little ironic twist that faintly suggested a smile tugged at Duo's lips as he replied. "He's absolutely perfect."

A blush darkened the Asian man's face as he spoke for the first time. "I am glad you are pleased with me, Master. I will do everything I can to see that you remain so." With long, graceful fingers he picked up a small device that was placed out of sight on the ledge behind them. He placed his index finger inside, gasped softly as though in pain, then held it up to show a soft green light. "House rules, this will quickly test your blood for any infections, for your safety and ours."

He held the little machine out to first Quatre, then Duo. Neither pilot made a sound or gave any other indication of pain despite the sting of the hidden needle. Once each had quickly displayed his results, the small metal box was replaced and the beautiful toga-clad man bowed deeply. "How can I serve you?"

* * * * *

Two martinis later, Duo was ready to play. A wicked grin spread across his features as he motioned for his slave to attend them. When the lovely young man was kneeling at his feet, the violet-eyed boy spoke.

"You are very beautiful. But beauty doesn't mean anything if there isn't any skill." Duo's voice was cloying, teasing but still remote. The sensuality that was always lurking beneath the braided boy's cheerful face had merged with the killer that lived deeper inside him.

"I try to please, Master." The young Asian man responded to the authority of his Master's voice, the beginnings of an erection already visible through the light fabric of his toga.

"Strip. You are not to talk; you are to do as you are told. Understand?"

The slave was well trained; he merely nodded his understanding as he shed the small white garment.

The black-clad pilot took a minute to appreciate the view. His toy was every bit as beautiful as Hiiro, no question there. The view was truly spectacular, but unfortunately the whore wasn't yet fully aroused. Easy enough to fix. "Touch yourself."

Quatre stirred slightly. The blond boy was completely absorbed in this little game. Lust darkened his blue eyes as he watched his pawn, still on his knees, engage in the most intimate of personal acts in front of total strangers. The empath could sense mild humiliation, which was rapidly transmuted into the submissive man's fevered arousal. Duo moved to stand behind his slave, taking great care not to obscure Quatre's view, but whispering orders and directions into the Asian man's ear softly enough that he was not overheard.

Whatever the God of Death was saying, it was working. Hiiro's double pumped himself faster, then slower, then faster again. His head was thrown back, mouth open in a silent exclamation of ecstasy beneath lidded blue eyes. It was glorious to watch. The white-clad pilot was not surprised that before long before Duo had to snap out "Stop."

The Server's body now belonged to Shinigami; the man had no choice but to obey. His hands hung at his sides, clenching and unclenching as he struggled for self-control, but his Master remained a silent presence above him. Finally, the slave risked a glance up.

"Would you like to suck me?" The violet-eyed boy asked as he finally moved from behind the other, allowing his both his host and his slave to see his trapped erection straining against the tight velvet cloth.

The highly aroused man nodded eagerly and licked his lips as he looked at the delicious package, his training preventing him from lapsing into speech.

"You can't."

The slave's shoulders sagged.

"Don't worry, little one. I'm going to have you - after you let Quatre come in your mouth. If he doesn't want you, you won't be allowed to finish taking care of that." Smirking, Duo pointed at his whore's throbbing member. Shinigami had made his move. He was giving up his interest in Hiiro, allowing Quatre that victory. At the same time, however, he knew that his white-clad counterpart would not be able to allow Hiiro's double to go unsatisfied. The empath had repeatedly emphasized his need to give pleasure; it would be impossible for him to allow the man's needs to go unmet. The Deathscythe pilot had taken control of the situation.

Quatre was stunned. He really hadn't expected so much, so soon. It had been one thing for the blond boy to recognize Duo's other side just as Duo had recognized his. It was another thing entirely to suddenly find the tables turned. The violet-eyed boy who had arrived with him had been somewhat innocent despite past experience, overwhelmed by his surroundings. That boy had vanished entirely. Instead he was playing with an opponent who truly had the ability to win. It was exhilarating.

It was time to play or forfeit. Quatre smiled at Duo, acknowledging points scored. The blond then motioned for the Hiiro-slave to approach. With one last glance at his Master, the Asian boy rose, only to move over and kneel between Quatre's knees.

"You heard him."

The blond pilot stood in front of his pawn. Blue eyes locked onto violet over the short dark hair of the kneeling man. Quatre's gaze did not waver as his coat was opened, his pants unlaced and tugged gently down.

Duo found Quatre's lithe form absolutely beautiful. His pale skin was flawless, the lines of his body so delicate, so perfect, that it was difficult to believe the Arabian was a person and not one of this establishment's statues of some androgynous demi-god. The smaller boy's cock was not very large, but that had been expected. It was smooth and straight and proud, just lovely. Anyway, the American boy had never considered himself a size queen.

Although Quatre was down points simply for being in this position, the blue-eyed pilot was determined to demonstrate that he was still in control, no matter how good this felt or how exciting it was to have those gorgeous violet lust-filled eyes openly enjoying his body. When the slave swallowed his erection in a single motion, Sandrock's pilot stood firm. Not a sound or a gasp escaped his lips despite the urgency and incredible talent the Server put into the act.

The blond kept his gaze locked on Duo. This ultimately proved to be Quatre's undoing. After a short while, Shinigami began teasingly stroking himself, languidly tracing the outline of his trapped erection over his soft velvet pants. The gesture was a complete contrast from the immediacy of the heat that was burning in the Arabian. A soft gasp escaped the empath's lips as he finally let go and came.

One thing Duo had never expected to see in his life was a Hiiro double eagerly milking Quatre's cock as the blond pilot's face contorted in ecstasy. The Deathscythe pilot smiled; this was definitely one of life's more beautiful surprises. Shinigami felt his own desire peak at the sight. It was definitely his turn and after all, he *had* promised the slave a good fucking. And Duo never lied.

The instant the throat muscles of the Japanese man finally stopped moving, Duo snapped his fingers. The whore looked up, a small trail of escaped come shining at the corner of his lovely mouth.

"Come here." The black-clad pilot growled.

Just before the naked man reached him, the God of Death spared a thought for mortal frailty. "Lube." He added simply.

The Hiiro look-alike made a great show of bending over, twisting his body in a beautiful display as he grabbed a small tube conveniently hidden near one of the decorative plants. There was an open invitation in the suggestive way the slave returned to his master, eyes properly downcast and hands folded around the tube, waiting for his Master's orders.

Roughly, Shinigami turned the toy around and arranged the man's limbs so that his arms were resting on a table as he bent over, shamelessly offering himself for the braided boy's pleasure.

The last remnants of post-orgasmic haze flew from Quatre's mind as the American boy began carefully lowering his skin-tight black pants. Whatever his pretensions, Duo certainly was the God of *something*, and the very impressed blond now knew exactly what that something happened to be. The smaller boy watched, fascinated

It wasn't the slave that was in Duo's lust-clouded mind as he prepared, then entered the Japanese man. It was Hiiro, with his condescending air of superiority, who was silently begging to be taken. Begging for the chance to be Shinigami's toy. As the Asian man adjusted to the thickness inside him, Duo thrust harder and faster, not stopping and only speaking to bark out a single command when the wonderful heat began to be too much to bear.

"Finish yourself." At the command, the Server moved one of his arms from the table and eagerly began stroking his own length in time with his Master's thrusts.

Quatre was simply dazzled at the display. Duo flushed with passion was a beautiful sight. The power and grace of the American boy's body as it roughly took its pleasure from the willing man beneath him was stunning. It was impossible for the blond not to wonder what it would feel like to receive those attentions. It was even more exhilirating to imagine doing the same to the pretty braided boy.

The slave came first, politely catching his release in his hand before it could shoot across the tabletop. It was then that the Deathscythe pilot, feeling the glorious heat contracting around him, tilted his head back. His darkened eyes accidentally met and locked with the Arabian's intense blue gaze. The possessiveness and overwhelming desire shining in the blond boy's clear eyes was more than the braided boy could stand. All thoughts of Hiiro fled; it was Quatre who filled Duo's mind as he came, Quatre whose name Shinigami barely managed to choke back.

Sandrock's pilot simply looked at the violet-eyed boy as he recovered and replaced his clothing, leaving no room for doubt in the latter's mind that the empath was well aware of that fact.

Adrenaline rush gone, emotion began to creep back into Duo, knocking him out of his post-orgasmic lethargy. He needed a few minutes to clear his thoughts.

Quatre understood. "There's a wash room just that way," he remarked, gesturing. "I'll be going in a little bit, but first I'd like to talk with our friend here, if you don't mind." The blond smiled warmly at the still recovering Server.

The braided boy nodded and pulled his pants up as quickly as possible before heading in the indicated direction. He was a little bit surprised and more than a little bit impressed at his own behavior. He found the restroom and began trying to sort out his thoughts while he made himself presentable. There was a growing sense that something wasn't quite right with the events of the evening, although it was difficult to track down. Sighing, the American boy gave up trying to think about it yet as he finished up and dried his hands. Better to return to Quatre and think about it later.

Still lost in his thoughts on his way back to the table, Duo wasn't paying much attention to where he was going. He ended up accidentally bumping into a blonde woman, clad in the ever-present white toga.

"Sorry!-" he began but cut himself off when he recognized his victim. "Dorothy? What are you doing here?" The violet-eyed boy had known Relena's protégé had come from a privileged family, it was still shocking seeing the young, wealthy girl in a place like this.

"I would think that's fairly obvious, Duo." she replied with a smirk. "And who was it that managed to sneak you in here? You can't tell me you got in on your own -" This time it was Dorothy who was cut off by a shockingly familiar voice.

"Dorothy, where are you? I told you to hurry up, girl. Now you're going to have to be punished. Again."

The blonde in question paled as the speaker joined them. Duo studied the figure carefully; after all, he had seen one look-alike already this evening and another would perhaps be less surprising than the real thing. But there was no mistake. Relena joined them, dressed in pink leather with spike heels, pink fishnets and worst of all, a pink whip. It was terrifying.

"Hello, Duo." The onetime Queen of the World greeted the Deathscythe pilot properly as always, utterly unaware of how incongruous such formality looked in her current getup. "I trust Dorothy wasn't bothering you?"

"We~ell…" Impishly, the American boy let the sentence trail, enjoying the pleading looks he was getting from the normally snobbish blonde girl. Although he knew there was no way of telling a dom from a sub based on their everyday personalities, it still amused him to no end to know that the aristocratic blonde probably begged for it on her knees when Relena told her to and not the other way around as he would have guessed.

Then again, it might not be too much longer before Duo was the one on his knees, begging Quatre. The realization wiped the smile from the American boy's face. Trying to figure out a way to make a graceful exit, he replied "No, everything is fine."

"That's good. This one is taking a lot of training. Not like that lovely new boy around here, he looks just like Hiiro-chan. He's very, very talented. You should try him sometime." Relena never had been one to catch the subtle clues that her conversation was making others uncomfortable.

Screw finding a graceful way out. Duo babbled, "That's…nice… Listen, I'm sorry but my…friend…is waiting for me, so I'd better get back. Nice to see you!" He waved a farewell and all but ran away.

"Tell Quatre I said 'Hi'!" Relena called out perkily at his retreating back.

* * * * *

The Server was gone by the time Duo returned to their table. Quatre had managed to straighten himself up completely; it was impossible to tell anything had gone on by his appearance. Knowing that his American crush still had a lot to think about, the smaller boy suggested that they head back to the safe house. The Deathscythe pilot gratefully agreed.

~End Part III