Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ If Blood Was Gold ❯ Part III ( Chapter 4 )

Konnichiwa minna-san! Gomen nasai for not updating for so long...hopefully you can find it in your hearts to forgive me...I've been terribly busy lately...

But that's all beside the point. Let's continue, shall we?

Oopsies! Guess I need a warning in here somewhere...

*clears throat meaningfully*

Warning: I killed off a character...but no one should be too mad at me...Also, there is a lemon in this chapter involving a male/male pairing. Yes there is important plot details in this scene, so if you're too young to be reading this beat it and don't come back. *sighs* Well, I tried. If you go on, I am no longer liable blah, blah, blah...

That's enough of that...on with the fic!!

*~* If Blood Was Gold *~*

Part III

Hilde shivered slightly as a cold, harsh wind encircled her, her short hair tousled in its force. She glared at her servant, who was kneeling in front of her. "Why did you bring us here?" She demanded, wrapping her arms around herself.

Trowa stood, his one visible eye shrouded in the darkness of the night. They were standing on the edge of a gorge, and the wind that formed in the region below was bitter cold. "So that I might accomplish my task." He said, his voice calm...perhaps too calm...

She shivered again. "I don't remember giving you a task that had us standing out here in the cold. Return us to my palace immediately!"

A feral smirk graced his thin lips, and he raised one hand to point a single digit at the lady.

Her eyes widened in fear. "Don't be stupid, slave! Explain this!"

He cocked his head to the side, eyes sparkling with mild amusement. "Slave? No, I am not a slave. I no longer need to pretend to be your slave."

A red light collected at the end of his finger, sparks flying.

Hilde took a step back, instantly meeting the edge of the gorge. "What?!?" She demanded, her voice hysterical. She held up both hands in an attempt to ward him off.

The smirk widened, the collecting light forming a slender arrow. "Now that I have the information I needed, I shall return to Lord Peacecraft. We no longer have any need for you."

The arrow gave off a burst of light before it shot from Trowa's finger. True to its course, it never wavered or strayed in the wind, piercing through Lady Hilde's heart.

Her legs gave way, and she fell backwards. Her mouth and eyes both wide open in surprise, but no cry managed to escape her lips before her life was sucked away, her dead corpse dropping soundlessly into the darkness of the gorge below.

Trowa's expression returned to its neutral state as he turned and headed into the forest at his right. He would walk until morning. Although his magic could have easily had him where he wanted in an instant, he would wait for the first light of morning to perform the spell. This particular assassin enjoyed the darkness too much to waste such a beautiful night.

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Dawn slowly crept over the pure white palace, and with it came the rising of a multitude of servants, all of which were dressed in flowing white robes, each hinted with a touch of red around the edges and the glittering silver hemming.

One of these slaves wore a silver headband, which clearly pointed out that he was of a higher rank than the normal slaves. The stunning blue sapphire at the headband's centre stated that he was personal property of the God of Life himself.

As he walked through the halls, the other slaves parted to let him pass, his dark glare warning them away. His strides were confident and powerful, his tousled chocolate brown hair swaying slightly with each step. He reached the bottom of a golden staircase, Prussian blue eyes narrowing before he commenced his ascent, clearly unhappy with the current situation.

The brunette reached the top of the impressive staircase with a grunt as he turned the handle on a solid wooden door and swung it open without even bothering to knock.

The sight that met his eyes hitched his breath in his throat, and he stood stunned for a minute before he shook his head clear and closed the door softly behind him.

In the very centre of the back wall of the room, there was a large royal sized bed. The satin crimson sheets contrasted with the pale skin of its inhabitant, and would have stood out against a pristine white nightgown had said habitant been wearing one. Golden blonde hair was spread out against black velvet pillows, ice blue eyes closed in sleep, limbs sprawled carelessly around the God-like creature.

The slave made his way over to the bed, feet making no sound against the white marble floor, gaze softening only slightly at the sight of his master so vulnerable and innocent in sleep. He reached the side of the bed, standing rather awkwardly, wondering how to rouse his master.

He was unaware that the blonde on the bed was only waiting for him to come a few inches closer...

The brunette reached out a hand to brush stray strands of hair from his master's face....only to give a startled sound of surprise as his master's hand darted up to close fingers gently around his wrist with surprising speed. In one fluid movement, the blonde pulled the brunette onto the bed as he sat up, landing his slave conveniently in his lap.

The brunette gave a vicious snarl, struggling only for a moment before accepting that his master had the upper hand, and that he would not be able to escape from the embrace.

"Well Heero?" the blonde whispered. "Aren't you even going to say good morning?"

The slave shivered slightly as his master's breath washed in gentle waves over his ear, a small pink tongue flicking out in a teasing manner.

He gave a grunt, murmured something that might have passed as `good morning master', but only if you listened very carefully.

The blonde smirked, pulling back to look the slave in his eyes. "You're damn cute in the mornings, Heero..." He murmured seductively before pulling the brunette into a passionate kiss.

The brunette responded immediately, scowling inwardly at his weakness before deciding that it didn't really matter, and he fell submissive to his master's ministrations. The blonde ran his tongue over the top row of Heero's teeth, exploring the well known cavern with great pleasure, occasionally coaxing his slave into a small battle for dominance, but the brunette would never win.

Heero let his hands wander over his master's naked form, his touch gentle, teasing, exploring...and all of it for the benefit of the blonde.

Ice blue eyes eventually opened as the he broke the kiss to let out a gasp as his slave's hands worked their way over his chest. Experienced fingers roamed, knowing exactly where to touch, where to linger...

A moan left the blonde's lips, and he pressed his face into Heero's silky hair after placing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "Don't stop..." he let out breathlessly...and his slave was only too willing to comply.

Heero shifted his position so that he was straddling his master's hips, and he slowly moved forward until their bodies were pressing together in the most intimate of places. His master moaned again, pushing back against him, and Heero gasped at the unexpected pressure. Leaning forward, his talented lips teased the blonde's collarbone, careful not to leave any unwanted marks on his master's skin. As the slave, he was not allowed to mark his master as his own, since tradition obviously had things going the other way around.

The blonde arched his back as those lips traveled lower, seeking a bronzed nipple. Teeth grazed, a tongue played, lips moved...and the master groaned once more, one hand curling in the hair at the base of Heero's neck, the other still resting on his slave's slender hip.

Heero drew back a moment later, licking his lips and gazing at his master from beneath the curtain of his bangs. Taking the blonde's hand that had been resting on his hip; he placed it over his thudding heart, breathing a single word: "yours".

The blonde bit back a moan at the look in Heero's eyes...yes, his slave was extremely loyal. Yes, his slave was extremely tempting. Yes, he was quickly losing control. With a primitive growl, he pushed his slave backwards, and with a startled `oomph', Heero fell back on the mattress.

"Mine..."

It didn't take long for his master to move to cover his slight body, hands quickly working to remove his flowing white robe. The master placed a gentle kiss to the sapphire embedded on Heero's headband, before his lips moved lower, toying with a sensitive earlobe while his fingers worked at the ties on Heero's shirt (the robes had long been forgotten, tossed carelessly to the floor beside the bed).

Heero moaned, clinging desperately to his master's shoulders, eyes firmly shut as he bit his lower lip to prevent any other sounds from escaping his throat.

The blonde sat back, pulling Heero up off the bed to slide the offending shirt over his head. As soon as he had tossed it aside, he let the brunette fall back once more, before his mouth moved to assault the hollow at the base of his slave's throat.

Heero helplessly let out another low moan as his master's fingers worked their way down his chest, scraping, sliding, massaging, teasing, moving, touching, and landing at the waistline of his pants.

At the same time, mouth and tongue worked ever lower, pausing at a perked nipple for not quite long enough, as Heero's hands found their way to tangle in long blonde hair, another drawn out moan working its way from his throat.

Descending still, the Master flicked his tongue out to circle his slave's navel, before darting into the indent, eliciting a cry from the slave beneath him. Heero's hands moved from silky, golden strands of hair to fist in the blankets beneath him, knuckles white with tension. His head jerked from side to side as one of his master's hands moved to massage the area between his legs.

The blonde's smirk widened at his slave's reaction, and with his teeth he undid the ties that held Heero's pants around his waist. The slave, by some unspoken agreement, lifted his hips as his master tugged on the article of clothing. A sort of `swish' filled the air in the time it took to toss the trousers over the side of the bed, joining both the robes and the shirt on the marble floor.

Crawling back up to cover his slave once more, the older of the two joined their lips once more at the same time as he ground their erections together.

He swallowed Heero's cry of surprise, taking the opportunity to push his tongue past his slave's lips, rocking his hips in a slow, steady rhythm, ice blue eyes open, watching as dilated Prussian blue fluttered open and then closed, indecisive as to how they should be. A rosy hue tinted his slave's cheeks, and Heero soon pulled away with a ragged gasp for breath, arching up against his master's touch and feel, his body melding with the shape of the blonde above him, eyes now decidedly wide as they stared at nothing in particular, with his head thrown back against the mattress beneath him.

A sheen layer of sweat covered his body, and as the slave struggled to inhale proper amounts of life-giving oxygen, a familiar scent met his sense of smell full force. Blinking and attempting to clear his thoughts, Heero glanced at his master, who was still rocking against him. In one hand was a small vial, and he was in the process of pouring the scented oil within onto the fingers of his other hand.

Heero took in another ragged breath, closing his eyes and leaning back on the mattress once more, the anticipation of what was to come driving his state of arousal to a new level. He trembled as his master sat back, a small whimper escaping his lips as the delicious friction was taken away.

The blonde murmured words of comfort as gently parted Heero's legs before slipping an oil slicked digit past a tight ring of muscle.

The slave bit his lower lip to keep from making any noise from the discomfort that digit caused. A second was soon inserted, and Heero struggled to concentrate on breathing properly, crying out as the intruders brushed against something deep within him.

His master's eyes raked over his slender body, and he licked his lips unconsciously, his straining arousal aching with the need to be buried within his beautiful slave. He withdrew his fingers from within the brunette, coating them once more with oil, and then covering himself with the scented substance.

Heero forced himself to relax as he felt something...more promising...brush against his entrance, moaning softly as his master lifted one of his legs over his shoulder before pushing himself forward.

The blonde waited for Heero to adjust to his intrusion, fingers gently brushing against his inner thighs, and moving to ghost along his slave's hardened member, drawing out yet another erotic sound from the younger of the two.

When Heero shifted towards him, the master took that as his signal to proceed, and he slowly drew himself out before snapping his hips and thrusting back in roughly, halting once more to inhale deeply, barely catching the cry that left his slave's lips at the force of his thrust. The walls of Heero's inner passage caressing his length in incredible heat...with a moan he started up a steady, slow rhythm, watching his slave writhe beneath him from beneath hooded eyes...that narrowed into a glare as another presence entered the room.

Glancing up at the door ahead of him, he smirked at the shocked look on Trowa's face before the brunette managed to calm himself, returning to his neutral expression. Never halting his movements, the master raised an eyebrow. "Well?" he demanded. "Is she disposed of? Did you get the information?"

Trowa bowed slightly. "Yes, my lordship. Lady Hilde will no longer get in your way. I have information on Shinigami's war plans, as well as his one weakness."

"Well done." The blonde complimented breathlessly, the rate of his thrusts increasing. Another strangled moan bubbled forth from Heero's bruised lips...He too had realized that someone else in the room...and the results were oddly arousing.

Shifting his position slightly, the blonde buried himself deeper into his slave, one hand moving to toy with a pert nipple as he leaned down to nibble softly on Heero's earlobe. His hand trailed down a sweat slicked stomach, before agile fingers wrapped themselves around his slave's weeping shaft, stroking in a counter rhythm to his own thrusts.

Trowa raised his one visible eyebrow, watching as Heero gave a final cry before the slave released himself, back arching stiffly against the force of his orgasm, before he collapsed back on the sheets breathing heavily. The lord above him came with a grunt, placing his hands on either side of the slave on the bed to keep himself from collapsing. His breathing was labored almost as much as that of the slave beneath him.

"Do you always engage in such activities at such an early hour?" Trowa enquired, lowering his gaze to inspect a dagger that had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Content that all was in order, the blade disappeared and he raised his gaze to see his lord rising from the bed, shameless in his nudity. The slave, however, was another story, clambering quickly beneath the crimson sheets.

With a flick of his wrist, the blonde was cleaned and clothed, all proof of previous encounters gone. His skin was cool, no longer beading with sweat, his hair neatly falling down his back, coming to rest just below his elbows. His own robes were golden, although the same red tinge coated the ends, and they too were hemmed in silver. "Come, Trowa, let us discuss these matters privately." The lord headed towards the door, pausing only to glance back at his slave. "Heero, you may have the rest of the morning to yourself. I shall come for you at lunch hour."

The slave gave an affirmative nod, watching as his master slipped out the door, followed closely by the assassin. As soon as they were gone, he fell back on his master's pillows, eyes fluttering closed as he tried to calm his rapidly beating heart. He shouldn't let his master affect him in such ways...he was here, after all, on a mission...but said mission had involved gaining the trust of one Milliardo Peacecraft...and if that meant pleasing his lordship, then he would please his lordship. In all means necessary. No exceptions. His mission could not fail.

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Trowa sat himself across from the lord, only because he had been offered a seat. His fingers once again sought to toy with his deadly daggers, but he restrained himself. This was not the place, nor the time.

The lord sitting across from him arranged some papers on his desk before turning his icy glare on an un-phased brunette. "Well? What information have you retrieved?"

Trowa stifled a sigh, explaining quickly the war plans that Shinigami had described to the late Lady Hilde at the dinner table. Milliardo gave a nod when he had finished, having scribbled down a few notes that he felt were important. "Nothing too in detail then. He must not have trusted Lady Hilde as explicitly as we had suspected."

"No, my lord, I'm afraid not." Trowa replied. "However, his one weakness is rather interesting."

Milliardo raised an eyebrow. "I am quite intrigued." He admitted. "What is Shinigami's weakness?"

A smirk graced the assassin's lips even as they formed two quite important words. "His slave."

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Duo paced back and forth across his room, decidedly frustrated. The weakened slave lying on his bed was proof of his one weakness. In finding the blonde a few years ago, he had quickly realized that he had possessed magical powers, but the extent of his abilities had yet to be discovered.

The braided demon had been more than surprised to learn that in training his slave, the two had evoked a life bond, that bound them together. One could not live without the other and vice-versa.

Growling angrily, jet black wings unfurled and a flurry of frustration, and Duo struggled to remain in control of his darker side. If he let Shinigami take over, he would undoubtedly take the life of Quatre Winner, dooming himself to a worse fate. The wings slowly retracted, and Duo stopped walking, breathing heavily with the effort it took to restrain himself.

He could not, would not, kill the slave. There was too much on the line. He had a war to fight...but there was still the matter of Lady Hilde knowing his secret. It was only a matter of time before she got greedy and told someone. Who knew how far her slave had managed to port them?

A moan from his slave startled him out of his thoughts, and striding over to the bedside he frowned as he looked down at the blonde.

Aqua-marine eyes fluttered open with a flash of pain, and the slave cringed, curling in on himself and rolling onto his side. "Master..." he mumbled softly. "I cannot leave you..."

Apparently Quatre was delusional.

Goody.

With another growl, Duo strode out of the room, barking at a servant to watch the door and make sure no one entered or exited his room. He had spelled the doors and window, but he had a feeling that he would want to know if anyone tried to enter.

Heading down the hall, he left a trail of worry and confusion behind him. Duo Maxwell was royally pissed off...and no one likes to get in the way of an angered God.

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~Shadowfax01