Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Jewel of the Nile ❯ Chapter 2
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By: Shi-chan 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / / Romance / Suspense | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.09.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 604 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / / Romance / Suspense | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.09.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 604 | Status: Completed
30 July 2001
Ok, since my beta is out of town and I've made everyone wait so long, here is part 2 of JotN unbetaed [IE All mistakes are mine]. Obviously you have figured out where Duo is from, ne? If not, Duo's from Athens, Greece... ::grins:: we'll have meetings of other countries as the story progresses.
Author's notes: A brief historical note here, this is set sometime between 753 BCE and 612 BCE... That means sometime between the birth of the Roman Empire and the end of the Third Intermediate Period in Ancient Egypt. Assyria is in domination of Mesopotamia, Rome is a Monarchy, and it is somewhere between the Age of Tyrants and Age of Democracy in Greece. Christianity has not risen into view and the worship of many gods is prominent. End of history lesson. ^_^ Thanks: Sony_Mouse for the title... ack, who gave me the idea?
Warnings: yaoi, lime, lemon, angst, S&M, masturbation
Category: AU
Pairings: main 1x2, 3x4, 13x6; other less focused on 1xR, 13x2
Jewel of the Nile by Willow
Part 2
As soon as the door shut, Duo slumped to the floor. And in a sweet tenor whispered, "Sweet Athena, what have I done to deserve this?"
Wary violet eyes danced about the room, taking in the grandure of it. He noted, with awe, that the furnishings were more lavish and expensive than his own back home.
Back home. His heart ached at the reminder that he was no longer in his home, his Athens, with his people... in preparation for his marriage.
He scowled and pushed himself up off the floor.
It had been his betrothed who had betrayed him, payed for his kidnapping and enslavement. The man was a sneaky one and, even though Duo had not proof, he was sure it was he, Treize, who had ordered his abduction.
Duo could remember every detail about that day, the day those ugly men had strolled casually up to him while he was walking in the meadows. He'd thought nothing of them, people came up to him all the time. But his eyes had widened as he suddenly found a set of strong arms wrapped about his torso from the back, then a cloth was pressed to hi mouth... then blackness; the blue sky faded and there was light no more. He'd woken to find himself in a covered wooden wagon, chained to bars with about thirty other bodies.
A soft click snapped him out of his thoughts and he looked toward the door, only to find no one there. He unclenched his fists to find tiny cresents cut into his palm. He sighed, rubbing the slight tears as he sat down on the large, gauze draped bed.
The day's journeys and new findings caught up with him and he lay back on the soft bed, sleep drifting over him.
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Heero watched from the shadows as the boy paced back and forth about the room. The boy hadn't said a word but his motions were fluid grace, courtly and ingrained; unnatural actions that were so trained as to be natural. Heero smirked, the boy intrigued him. Perhaps he should watch this one, instead of breaking him and casting him away.
'Yes. That is what I'll do,' Heero thought to himself, slipping out the door and into the long muraled corridor. [1]
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Relena turned and smiled once she and her escort had gotten away from the crowd in the inner chamber. "It's so good to see you, brother!" she chimed, hugging the blond man fiercely.
Zechs smiled and returned the hug. "And you, little sister. How are things with your husband?" he asked.
Relena looked exasperated. "His is aloof, stand-offish, as always... He's warm enough, except for as of late..."
"Oh?" Zechs said, raising an eyebrow. "Do elaborate."
"Well," she sighed. "The is a rising tension in the populace that has him on edge... He makes trips out into the city to show his power or to locate the cause of the tension, I do not know which. He's generally meloncholy and often in a terrible mood."
Zechs just nodded. "It is the way of Kings, I suppose. Were it that there was a way to change the way things stand..."
Relena looked at him oddly. "What do you mean by that, Zechs?"
Instead of answering her, he turned the tables. "Baby sister, have you not dreamed of power and riches?"
"I have those already, Zechs--"
"No, more than you have. Rule. Have you ever dreamed of a better position for the people? Egypt's King does not care what the common folk live like, he is, as you have told me, aloof and meloncholy... is that the kind of King who should rule the people of Egypt?"
"What are you scheming, brother?" Relena asked, backing away from the tyrading man.
"Think about it, Lena! Peace and prosperity... and the love of your people! Help us, Lena... Help us take down the Pharaoh! Help us create an era of peace for the peopel of Egypt!"
"Zechs," Relena said in a warning tone. "Brother, you know this is treason! You should not speak such things, especially not to the Queen..."
"If you help us, Lena, you could be the Pharaoh!" Zechs said, willing Relena to join him.
"You should go, brother... Be off, before you say more and I must report you to the Guards," she ground out, her voice tense. Her own brother, plotting against her husband and King. No matter that Heero was aloof and antisocial, he was still a /good/ ruler. "Go, Zechs... please."
Zechs sighed and nodded. "If you will not join us..."
"Go!" And without a glance back, she left the balcony on which they'd talked and headed back to the main audience chamber.
"You will help us, Relena... I just know you will," Zechs said, before hurrying to leave the palace grounds.
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Duo awoke to find himself in a small, lavishly adorned room, having been moved in his sleep. He blinked as he recognized the setting: a concubine's quarters. What was he, royalty of Greece, doing sleeping in such surroundings... then he reminded himself, ruefully, that he was a slave here. Betrayed and sold, purchased by another royalty and made a servent. Or, as he was beginning to realise: not a servent, but more of a sex slave.
Duo groaned, but the disgust and shame he had begun to wallow in was shattered and reality brought back to him in the form of a young girl with blue-black hair.
"Good morning! Glad to see you're finally awake!" the cheerful voice of the maid said. "We met yesterday.. I'm Hilde, the Pharaoh's maid... and I shall be serving you."
Duo blinked at her. "Why?" he asked stupidly.
"Because you are his newest aquirement," Hilde chirped. "I think he likes you."
Duo blushed slightly and gaped, flustered. She'd just flat out told him he was the emperor's new toy and she didn't seem the least bit bothered by that.
Hilde just grinned. "Here, put these on... they're a lot nicer than those you have on now," she said, handing the boy a bundle.
Duo unwrapped the cloth, then stared slack-jawed in amazement. Silk. He looked up at the girl, jaw working. Hilde just winked again and grinned broadly. "Like I said, I think he likes you. By the way, what was your name? I don't think I caught it."
"Duo," he said, standing from the bed.
"Pretty name..." Hilde said, moving to help the boy change into the new clothes. Duo's only reply was to blush once more.
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Heero watched from slitted eyes as Hilde directed the new slave through pre-dawn preparations. The boy, clothed in the silks he'd sent over, looked even more entrancing than he'd imagined. The black and violet cloth concealing and revealing in tantalizing patterns. A thought flitted through Heero's head that the boy completely looked the part of a sex slave, though currently Heero had no intention of using the beautiful boy as such. He lay still, contented with the fact that the boy was his personal slave and he could dress him as he saw fit, even if it was like a sex slave.
The young Pharaoh nearly gave away his servalance when the braided youth was instructed to pick up the dirty clothing.
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Never in his short life had he felt so low. Granted being on the selling block waiting for someone to come by and purchase him was degrading, but this... menial labor, cleaning up after someone else's mess... this was the lowest. And here he thought he'd only be subject to degrading tasks as various sex acts.
"Hilde, this--"
"Look, Duo," Hilde sighed, a weary expression settling over her features. "This is your job and you're gonna have to get used to it... You're a servant just like me, just a slightly different servant. Don't act like it's below your station to clean up someone's mess... and this is just clothes! For Isis' sake, just put them in the hamper and be done with it!"
The braided boy blinked at the female servant. Of course it was below his station to do menial labor, he was a prince from one of the most powerful empires in the kown world. But of his thoughts and rebuttal, he said not a word, just sighed and bent and put the smelly clothing into the basket that the dark haired girl had indicated.
"Ok, let's move on..."
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"Of all the degrading, menial tasks..." Duo muttered, squatting down and petting the little black kitten that had been wrapping itself around his legs. Against his will a smile crept onto his face, softening his glare as the kitty purred and climbed up into his lap.
"She likes you," a voice said behind him.
Startled, Duo lost his balance and landed on his butt. He looked up to find amused azure eyes smiling down on him. He blinked then reminded himself of his status here as a slave and scrambled to his feet and ducked his head.
Quatre noticed the hesitation, his smile widening into a grin. Leaning down he tried to coax the onyx furred feline to him. Instead, her green eyes narrowed, her ears lay flat against her skull, and she hissed at him.
The blond looked up as he heard a muffled chuckle from above. Quatre stood and backed away from the kitten until she calmed, going back to rubbing herself on Duo's bare legs. "And it seems she does not like me," he stated, smiling at the brunette. "I'm Quatre."
"Duo," Duo said, as meekly as he could.
"So," Quatre smiled again as the cat reached up, her claws dragging down Duo's white legs in askance leaving tiny red trails. Duo leaned down and lifted the light furrball, letting it cuddle and nuzzle against his chin. "You're the boy Heero purchased yesterday, no? I'm Quatre, the Pharaoh's economic advisor. You like cats?"
Duo nodded. "Yes, I used to have one at home... a lovely orange stripped on," he told the advisior, keeping his head down as he petted the feline who arched her back and leaned against his hand as it traveled from her ears to her tail.
"What was your home like?" Quatre asked, interested in the boy. He had a feeling that there was something more to him than a simple servant, though he could not quite figure it out. Something about him though; perhaps his beauty and grace, or his demeanor... something underlaying that screamed subtlely, so subtle it was bearly a whisper.
Duo glanced up at the blond through his bangs. How much should he say? It wasn't like he could bluntly say 'Oh, it was wonderful, a marble palace and my own servants... almost as elegant as this palace.. oh by the way, would you please care to tell your Pharaoh that I'd like to go home now?' He knew that he could trust the young man to some extent, but how far was the question. The blond -- Quatre? -- was loyal to his king, that much Duo was certain of.
"Beautiful open country-side with fields of grain and meadows of wild flowers... my family had an elegant yet simple home, warm and comforting... it was all I knew, our home and the surrounding country-side," Duo told him. It wasn't exactly a lie, he'd just left out exactly what lay in the country and just how elegant his home was.
"Sounds like you miss it," Quatre said, feeling the braided slave's homesickness.
"I do," Duo said truthfully.
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Trowa smiled as his blond lover sat and talked to the braided boy. The slave relaxed around him, just like everyone else did around Quatre. His little blond love had a way with people that was just amazing. "Maybe Quatre will discern why Heero chose a sex slave and decided to use him as a maid," Trowa mused to himself.
It had struck him odd when he'd spoken to Hilde that morning and the girl had told him of her instructions to show the boy what to do as Heero's maid. He'd tried to querry her further, but she knew nothing more than what she'd been commanded to do.
"Perhaps this boy may be just the thing to draw Heero from his inner broodings and back to us," Trowa thought aloud as he watched the two boys talking under the ________ by the pond.
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Heero lay back in his bath, enjoying the soft fragrances from the scented water, the lillies, and the incense that burned on a censer across the room. He relaxed as the warm water eased his tense muscles. His thoughts drifted from one thing to another, bubbling along from demands of his country to more personal matters.
He envisioned the violet eyed boy he'd made purchase of the previous day. His little servant dressed in fine silks that highlighted his glowing eyes and alabaster skin. No one had ever draw his lust so fully, just the thought of the cobalt eyed slave made him hard and needy.
His hand stole down his chest, caressing the sensative skin of his nipples and trailing teasingly along his rippled stomach to the chocolate curls above his turgid member. Slowly, teasingly he wrapped his hand around his erect and swollen shaft, squeazing hard then releasing it in a rhythmic pattern. All the while imagining his new slave in front of him, teasing him, pleasuring him...
"Heero?"
The young Pharaoh's eyes snapped open and he glared toward his room. 'Of all the times,' Heero thought angrily.
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Relena smiled happily as her husband walked into the room, a towel furiously being rubbed against his hair. "What is it, Relena?" he asked, his voice slightly tense. Relena blinked.
"Oh... well, I..." she said, flustered. She gathered herself and spoke in her normal regal tone. "You seem to have forgotten your audience this afternoon, my husband. They are waiting for you."
Heero raised an eyebrow. "Why did you come and not a servant?"
Relena smiled, her kohl rimmed eyes squinching slightly. "Because I am the best one to find you, my husband... And, seeing as I found you nearly in the buff, I prefer it that way... I don't like servants, or anyone but I for that matter, seeing my King as only I am supposed to be allowed to."
Heero snorted and walked over to his dressing table. Relena knew well and good that servants often saw either of them in the nude, for it was they how served. "Fine, you have found me... Tell the audience that I am sorry to have kept them waiting and that I shall be there as soon as humanly possible."
"As you command, my King," she said, then bowed and left his chambers.
As soon as the door was shut, Heero called out for his maid, praying to the gods that she be quick in answering. He gave a hurried thanks as she materialized in the doorway. "You called, my king?" she asked, her deep midnight eyes twinkling as she smiled pleasantly at him.
"The boy -- what was his name?"
"Duo, sire."
"Bring him to me, he will sit in on this audience..." Heero told her. 'That will show Relena her place is Queen not dominatrix.'
"At once, sire." The black haired girl bowed then hurried out to find the braided boy.
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End part 2
Ok, since my beta is out of town and I've made everyone wait so long, here is part 2 of JotN unbetaed [IE All mistakes are mine]. Obviously you have figured out where Duo is from, ne? If not, Duo's from Athens, Greece... ::grins:: we'll have meetings of other countries as the story progresses.
Author's notes: A brief historical note here, this is set sometime between 753 BCE and 612 BCE... That means sometime between the birth of the Roman Empire and the end of the Third Intermediate Period in Ancient Egypt. Assyria is in domination of Mesopotamia, Rome is a Monarchy, and it is somewhere between the Age of Tyrants and Age of Democracy in Greece. Christianity has not risen into view and the worship of many gods is prominent. End of history lesson. ^_^ Thanks: Sony_Mouse for the title... ack, who gave me the idea?
Warnings: yaoi, lime, lemon, angst, S&M, masturbation
Category: AU
Pairings: main 1x2, 3x4, 13x6; other less focused on 1xR, 13x2
Jewel of the Nile by Willow
Part 2
As soon as the door shut, Duo slumped to the floor. And in a sweet tenor whispered, "Sweet Athena, what have I done to deserve this?"
Wary violet eyes danced about the room, taking in the grandure of it. He noted, with awe, that the furnishings were more lavish and expensive than his own back home.
Back home. His heart ached at the reminder that he was no longer in his home, his Athens, with his people... in preparation for his marriage.
He scowled and pushed himself up off the floor.
It had been his betrothed who had betrayed him, payed for his kidnapping and enslavement. The man was a sneaky one and, even though Duo had not proof, he was sure it was he, Treize, who had ordered his abduction.
Duo could remember every detail about that day, the day those ugly men had strolled casually up to him while he was walking in the meadows. He'd thought nothing of them, people came up to him all the time. But his eyes had widened as he suddenly found a set of strong arms wrapped about his torso from the back, then a cloth was pressed to hi mouth... then blackness; the blue sky faded and there was light no more. He'd woken to find himself in a covered wooden wagon, chained to bars with about thirty other bodies.
A soft click snapped him out of his thoughts and he looked toward the door, only to find no one there. He unclenched his fists to find tiny cresents cut into his palm. He sighed, rubbing the slight tears as he sat down on the large, gauze draped bed.
The day's journeys and new findings caught up with him and he lay back on the soft bed, sleep drifting over him.
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Heero watched from the shadows as the boy paced back and forth about the room. The boy hadn't said a word but his motions were fluid grace, courtly and ingrained; unnatural actions that were so trained as to be natural. Heero smirked, the boy intrigued him. Perhaps he should watch this one, instead of breaking him and casting him away.
'Yes. That is what I'll do,' Heero thought to himself, slipping out the door and into the long muraled corridor. [1]
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Relena turned and smiled once she and her escort had gotten away from the crowd in the inner chamber. "It's so good to see you, brother!" she chimed, hugging the blond man fiercely.
Zechs smiled and returned the hug. "And you, little sister. How are things with your husband?" he asked.
Relena looked exasperated. "His is aloof, stand-offish, as always... He's warm enough, except for as of late..."
"Oh?" Zechs said, raising an eyebrow. "Do elaborate."
"Well," she sighed. "The is a rising tension in the populace that has him on edge... He makes trips out into the city to show his power or to locate the cause of the tension, I do not know which. He's generally meloncholy and often in a terrible mood."
Zechs just nodded. "It is the way of Kings, I suppose. Were it that there was a way to change the way things stand..."
Relena looked at him oddly. "What do you mean by that, Zechs?"
Instead of answering her, he turned the tables. "Baby sister, have you not dreamed of power and riches?"
"I have those already, Zechs--"
"No, more than you have. Rule. Have you ever dreamed of a better position for the people? Egypt's King does not care what the common folk live like, he is, as you have told me, aloof and meloncholy... is that the kind of King who should rule the people of Egypt?"
"What are you scheming, brother?" Relena asked, backing away from the tyrading man.
"Think about it, Lena! Peace and prosperity... and the love of your people! Help us, Lena... Help us take down the Pharaoh! Help us create an era of peace for the peopel of Egypt!"
"Zechs," Relena said in a warning tone. "Brother, you know this is treason! You should not speak such things, especially not to the Queen..."
"If you help us, Lena, you could be the Pharaoh!" Zechs said, willing Relena to join him.
"You should go, brother... Be off, before you say more and I must report you to the Guards," she ground out, her voice tense. Her own brother, plotting against her husband and King. No matter that Heero was aloof and antisocial, he was still a /good/ ruler. "Go, Zechs... please."
Zechs sighed and nodded. "If you will not join us..."
"Go!" And without a glance back, she left the balcony on which they'd talked and headed back to the main audience chamber.
"You will help us, Relena... I just know you will," Zechs said, before hurrying to leave the palace grounds.
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Duo awoke to find himself in a small, lavishly adorned room, having been moved in his sleep. He blinked as he recognized the setting: a concubine's quarters. What was he, royalty of Greece, doing sleeping in such surroundings... then he reminded himself, ruefully, that he was a slave here. Betrayed and sold, purchased by another royalty and made a servent. Or, as he was beginning to realise: not a servent, but more of a sex slave.
Duo groaned, but the disgust and shame he had begun to wallow in was shattered and reality brought back to him in the form of a young girl with blue-black hair.
"Good morning! Glad to see you're finally awake!" the cheerful voice of the maid said. "We met yesterday.. I'm Hilde, the Pharaoh's maid... and I shall be serving you."
Duo blinked at her. "Why?" he asked stupidly.
"Because you are his newest aquirement," Hilde chirped. "I think he likes you."
Duo blushed slightly and gaped, flustered. She'd just flat out told him he was the emperor's new toy and she didn't seem the least bit bothered by that.
Hilde just grinned. "Here, put these on... they're a lot nicer than those you have on now," she said, handing the boy a bundle.
Duo unwrapped the cloth, then stared slack-jawed in amazement. Silk. He looked up at the girl, jaw working. Hilde just winked again and grinned broadly. "Like I said, I think he likes you. By the way, what was your name? I don't think I caught it."
"Duo," he said, standing from the bed.
"Pretty name..." Hilde said, moving to help the boy change into the new clothes. Duo's only reply was to blush once more.
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Heero watched from slitted eyes as Hilde directed the new slave through pre-dawn preparations. The boy, clothed in the silks he'd sent over, looked even more entrancing than he'd imagined. The black and violet cloth concealing and revealing in tantalizing patterns. A thought flitted through Heero's head that the boy completely looked the part of a sex slave, though currently Heero had no intention of using the beautiful boy as such. He lay still, contented with the fact that the boy was his personal slave and he could dress him as he saw fit, even if it was like a sex slave.
The young Pharaoh nearly gave away his servalance when the braided youth was instructed to pick up the dirty clothing.
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Never in his short life had he felt so low. Granted being on the selling block waiting for someone to come by and purchase him was degrading, but this... menial labor, cleaning up after someone else's mess... this was the lowest. And here he thought he'd only be subject to degrading tasks as various sex acts.
"Hilde, this--"
"Look, Duo," Hilde sighed, a weary expression settling over her features. "This is your job and you're gonna have to get used to it... You're a servant just like me, just a slightly different servant. Don't act like it's below your station to clean up someone's mess... and this is just clothes! For Isis' sake, just put them in the hamper and be done with it!"
The braided boy blinked at the female servant. Of course it was below his station to do menial labor, he was a prince from one of the most powerful empires in the kown world. But of his thoughts and rebuttal, he said not a word, just sighed and bent and put the smelly clothing into the basket that the dark haired girl had indicated.
"Ok, let's move on..."
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"Of all the degrading, menial tasks..." Duo muttered, squatting down and petting the little black kitten that had been wrapping itself around his legs. Against his will a smile crept onto his face, softening his glare as the kitty purred and climbed up into his lap.
"She likes you," a voice said behind him.
Startled, Duo lost his balance and landed on his butt. He looked up to find amused azure eyes smiling down on him. He blinked then reminded himself of his status here as a slave and scrambled to his feet and ducked his head.
Quatre noticed the hesitation, his smile widening into a grin. Leaning down he tried to coax the onyx furred feline to him. Instead, her green eyes narrowed, her ears lay flat against her skull, and she hissed at him.
The blond looked up as he heard a muffled chuckle from above. Quatre stood and backed away from the kitten until she calmed, going back to rubbing herself on Duo's bare legs. "And it seems she does not like me," he stated, smiling at the brunette. "I'm Quatre."
"Duo," Duo said, as meekly as he could.
"So," Quatre smiled again as the cat reached up, her claws dragging down Duo's white legs in askance leaving tiny red trails. Duo leaned down and lifted the light furrball, letting it cuddle and nuzzle against his chin. "You're the boy Heero purchased yesterday, no? I'm Quatre, the Pharaoh's economic advisor. You like cats?"
Duo nodded. "Yes, I used to have one at home... a lovely orange stripped on," he told the advisior, keeping his head down as he petted the feline who arched her back and leaned against his hand as it traveled from her ears to her tail.
"What was your home like?" Quatre asked, interested in the boy. He had a feeling that there was something more to him than a simple servant, though he could not quite figure it out. Something about him though; perhaps his beauty and grace, or his demeanor... something underlaying that screamed subtlely, so subtle it was bearly a whisper.
Duo glanced up at the blond through his bangs. How much should he say? It wasn't like he could bluntly say 'Oh, it was wonderful, a marble palace and my own servants... almost as elegant as this palace.. oh by the way, would you please care to tell your Pharaoh that I'd like to go home now?' He knew that he could trust the young man to some extent, but how far was the question. The blond -- Quatre? -- was loyal to his king, that much Duo was certain of.
"Beautiful open country-side with fields of grain and meadows of wild flowers... my family had an elegant yet simple home, warm and comforting... it was all I knew, our home and the surrounding country-side," Duo told him. It wasn't exactly a lie, he'd just left out exactly what lay in the country and just how elegant his home was.
"Sounds like you miss it," Quatre said, feeling the braided slave's homesickness.
"I do," Duo said truthfully.
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Trowa smiled as his blond lover sat and talked to the braided boy. The slave relaxed around him, just like everyone else did around Quatre. His little blond love had a way with people that was just amazing. "Maybe Quatre will discern why Heero chose a sex slave and decided to use him as a maid," Trowa mused to himself.
It had struck him odd when he'd spoken to Hilde that morning and the girl had told him of her instructions to show the boy what to do as Heero's maid. He'd tried to querry her further, but she knew nothing more than what she'd been commanded to do.
"Perhaps this boy may be just the thing to draw Heero from his inner broodings and back to us," Trowa thought aloud as he watched the two boys talking under the ________ by the pond.
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Heero lay back in his bath, enjoying the soft fragrances from the scented water, the lillies, and the incense that burned on a censer across the room. He relaxed as the warm water eased his tense muscles. His thoughts drifted from one thing to another, bubbling along from demands of his country to more personal matters.
He envisioned the violet eyed boy he'd made purchase of the previous day. His little servant dressed in fine silks that highlighted his glowing eyes and alabaster skin. No one had ever draw his lust so fully, just the thought of the cobalt eyed slave made him hard and needy.
His hand stole down his chest, caressing the sensative skin of his nipples and trailing teasingly along his rippled stomach to the chocolate curls above his turgid member. Slowly, teasingly he wrapped his hand around his erect and swollen shaft, squeazing hard then releasing it in a rhythmic pattern. All the while imagining his new slave in front of him, teasing him, pleasuring him...
"Heero?"
The young Pharaoh's eyes snapped open and he glared toward his room. 'Of all the times,' Heero thought angrily.
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Relena smiled happily as her husband walked into the room, a towel furiously being rubbed against his hair. "What is it, Relena?" he asked, his voice slightly tense. Relena blinked.
"Oh... well, I..." she said, flustered. She gathered herself and spoke in her normal regal tone. "You seem to have forgotten your audience this afternoon, my husband. They are waiting for you."
Heero raised an eyebrow. "Why did you come and not a servant?"
Relena smiled, her kohl rimmed eyes squinching slightly. "Because I am the best one to find you, my husband... And, seeing as I found you nearly in the buff, I prefer it that way... I don't like servants, or anyone but I for that matter, seeing my King as only I am supposed to be allowed to."
Heero snorted and walked over to his dressing table. Relena knew well and good that servants often saw either of them in the nude, for it was they how served. "Fine, you have found me... Tell the audience that I am sorry to have kept them waiting and that I shall be there as soon as humanly possible."
"As you command, my King," she said, then bowed and left his chambers.
As soon as the door was shut, Heero called out for his maid, praying to the gods that she be quick in answering. He gave a hurried thanks as she materialized in the doorway. "You called, my king?" she asked, her deep midnight eyes twinkling as she smiled pleasantly at him.
"The boy -- what was his name?"
"Duo, sire."
"Bring him to me, he will sit in on this audience..." Heero told her. 'That will show Relena her place is Queen not dominatrix.'
"At once, sire." The black haired girl bowed then hurried out to find the braided boy.
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End part 2