Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Jewel of the Nile ❯ Chapter 4
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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: 2.9K | Visits: 535 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / / Romance / Suspense | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.09.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 535 | Status: Completed
1 Oct 2001
Anyone remember this?
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. ^_^ Another note: Any assumptions about ancient Egypt are not meant as insults or jokes, but used to further the story... I am sorry if this offends anyone... ::bows humblely:: Thanks: Sony_Mouse for the title... ack, who gave me the idea? SteelSong? Yeah. Thanks Skye for BETAing that so quick! (where were you when I needed help on that effing english essay! ::whines:: 37%) More notes: Hehe... I just learned from Sony_Mouse and my two gay friends about real gay sex, so I am trying a different approach to it than normal. Please be wary.
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 4
This was the day he'd been waiting for. After two whole weeks of waiting and living as a servant in the Pharaoh's concubine chamber, Duo was finally going to be officially made a Royal Concubine. Finally he'd have status again! Not that that really mattered, no. It was just a nice thing to have.
'Especially since I'm better off here than I would have been if I'd not been kidnapped.' Duo thought ignoring the servants flitting about him.
After all, he had friends here. Quatre and Bast, the cat, were his constant companions. Trowa would often stand under the trees and watch as Quatre taught Duo how to play the current popular game or nuances of Egyptian politics. And Wufei would talk to him of philosophies and justice sometimes teaching him self-protection techniques -- why, he'd yet to figure out, but that is what the man did. He was enjoying himself immensely. He was even growing quite close to the Pharaoh and the Queen.
-flashback-
"This is your concubine-to-be?" Relena asked, running her hyssop blue eyes over Duo's form. "He's lovely, Heero... and I see you found one to suit your hair fetish?" she teased.
Heero just grunted. "So you consent?"
"Yes, I consent," she said, smiling. The smile turned up a notch when she turned to look at the braided boy. "So... Duo. Tell me, how do you manage such long and beautiful hair?"
-end flashback-
Ever since that afternoon, Relena'd sought him out to talk about everything from hair tips to politics. She'd found his knowledge of the latter amazing and his knowledge of the former helpful.
He drew his mind back to the present. Hilde stood beside him, helping him to dress in the formal silks and golden adornments. They were dazzling and elaborate and Duo found himself giggling at the thought of how long it would take Heero to undress him that night... He paused. 'Or me to undress myself,' he thought, a slight pout in his mental voice.
"Okay, finished!" Hilde chimed, grinning at him. "You look great! I bet Queen Relena's jealous! The Pharaoh taking such a gorgeous *boy* into his bed and all!"
Duo blushed. "Actually, Relena was very happy... she knows Heero doesn't love her. She doesn't love him either -- she cares for him and wants him to be happy."
Hilde smiled. "Yeah, the Queen's a nice person... I was just joking. I'm sure you'll make him happy, Duo. Oop! Time for you to be out there!"
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Heero fidgeted. There was no other word for it. He'd never fidgeted in his life, but as he waited for the slim beauty to glide his way to stand before the dais that was what he found himself doing.
The room was filled with onlookers, royal guests and the like, all here to watch the ceremony that was being treated more like a celebration. Servants roamed the room bringing refreshment to those invited to the grand event. The room was a-buzz with conversations, all questioning whom the Pharaoh had chosen as a concubine.
They'd all seen the young beauty whom the king had brought with him to the previous meeting of state... but it was common for a king to bring such a pet to watch, it meant nothing.
The buzz died down as two columns of maidens in golden warrior garb walked in through the massive doors. A collective gasp rose from the crowd as the chestnut haired boy, dressed in similar gold adorned fashion, paused at the entrance before gliding forward with his head held high. [1]
He stopped before the dais and knelt, his bowed head spilling loose and pleated stands on the sandstone floor. Relena rose and smiled at the gathering. "With Bastet as my witness, let this be a blessed and joyous union. Let them join with my blessings," she smiled sweetly and took a bowl from the servant at her side. Walking over to Duo she placed her hand in the bowl then smeared the golden paint on the boy's right shoulder.
The priest nodded to her as she once more took her seat beside the Pharaoh, before he rose. "By the Ennead, I consecrate this union... may the gods smile upon you and bring you joy." He, too, dipped his hand in the paint, besmearing Duo's left shoulder. "No other shall touch thee, thy body is now a temple. A temple for the Pharaoh alone." [2] Wiping his hand, he reached over and retrieved the golden circlet that rested on a velvet pillow and placing it on the bowed head. "Rise and be with him." [3]
Duo did as bade, gracefully rising and taking his place on the large pillow at the base of Heero's throne.
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Duo smiled as he sat and watched the festivities that had been arranged in his honor -- sort of. 'More like in honor of the Pharaoh's choice,' he almost snorted. Either way, it did not matter to him. He'd been honored only a couple times in his life -- at birth and on his 16th when his father decided to betroth him to a slimy Roman -- so he was content to pretend that this was all for him, he the Pharaoh's concubine.
Finally, night fell and the celebrations ended. Duo found himself nervously tearing at his fingernails and worrying his lip till it bled.
"Calm down, Duo!" Hilde said, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him.
"Calm? Hilde, this is like a wedding night! Titans and Sirens, this is the closest thing I'll ever have to a wedding, so that makes this just as terrifying as a wedding night and I--"
Smack! Duo blinked at the girl, holding a hand to his not even reddened cheek. [4] "Get a grip on yourself! For Isis' sake!"
Duo stared at her, taking calming breaths. "Sorry, Hilde..." he mumbled. "Thanks."
The black haired girl just sighed and shook her head. "It's no never mind, so just... enjoy this night, 'kay?" [5]
Duo nodded, then -- steeling himself for what he knew awaited him -- turned and walked into Heero's chambers.
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Duo blinked as he stepped into the gold bathed chamber of the Pharaoh. The room was awash in hues of orange and gold from the setting sun, the last light of the diminishing day. Slowly, meekly -- though Duo was anything but meek -- Duo padded over to stand in front of his Lord.
"Are you ready for this?" Heero asked. Gently, he lifted the bowed head of his concubine, finger crooked beneath the soft pointed chin. "We will not do this if you are not ready..."
"I... I am ready..." Duo answered, gasping as soft lips closed over his.
For all his strength, the Pharaoh was a gentle lover, careful in every motion. Slowly, gently, Heero walked them back toward the bed, laying the boy down on the soft, silken bedding. "I've waited so long so be able to do this..."
"Two weeks is hardly a long time," Duo breathed as carmine lips whispered down his long, pale neck.
"Aa, but it is long enough for want to become need," the older boy breathed against the hollow cleft at his collar. "Mmm... this must go..."
Duo heard a snap then the neck plate was removed and tossed across the bed, landing with a dull thump on the other side.
"Better," Heero murmured, lapping at a caramel colored nipple. Duo inhaled sharply as the other sank his teeth into the harden nub of flesh then released. Cold followed wet as Heero trailed his tongue under one pectoral muscle then the other, before ravishing hard and neglected nipple.
Duo groaned as slim fingers dropped feathery caresses up and down his bare sides. "He-- My Lord..." Duo gasped out as Heero found a particularly sensitive spot.
"Say my name..." Duo bit his lip. "Say my name, Duo... I want to hear you cry my name..." As Heero said this, he unfastened the belt that held Duo's skirt about his slim waist. "... to the world." Duo moaned aloud as Heero's tongue flicked out to tease the slit at the head of his arousal.
"Oh gods, Heero!" the chestnut haired teen moaned.
"That's it..." The Pharaoh smiled and rewarded the young Greek by enveloping his erection in one hungry gulp.
"GODS!" Duo screamed. "HEERO!" The heat engulfing him was intense, shooting sparks across his vision.
Smiling, the dark haired boy swirled his tongue around the stiff shaft, savouring the flavour that was Duo. Although the young king had never done something quite like this before, being that it was his first time with a man, the principles were the same as ones he'd used before many atime. Heero bobbed his head up and down, twirling his slick tongue up and down the younger boy's thick shaft, seeking what would drive the young virgin beneath him positively insane with pleasure.
"Mmmm," Heero hummed, the vibrations of his throat ripping another delectable scream from the swan like throat of his lover.
Slightly calloused hands crept to below satiny smooth and shapely legs to tease the tender fleshy sac at the base of Duo's swollen shaft. That was all it took. Duo's back arched up off the bed as he shot his essence into Heero's awaiting mouth.
Pulling back, Heero licked his lips, eying the erotic display of the foreign boy before him. "You taste like a dream..."
Duo blinked sleepily at his King, his lover then moaned as he watched the young man lick his full, sensuous, and oh so wonderful lips. The Greek boy levered himself up onto his elbows, glancing up and down the toned and tanned body of his Master, noting the state of his arousal.
"Heero..." Duo said, glancing meaningfully at the bulge of Heero's tunic. Slowly, the slender youth climbed to his knees and began to unfasten his Master's belt, but strong hands halted him. "Heero?" he queried, looking up at the Egyptian King.
"No..." Heero said, wrapping his hands around Duo's thin wrists and pulling the concubine to him. "Not like that..." the Pharaoh whispered across Duo's rosy lips.
Violet eyes widened and Duo bit back a groan as Heero press seductively against him. "Yes... yes, Master... yes, Heero... anything you want..." He moaned as his arousal returned to him.
In a flurry of motion, Duo found himself once again pressed to the bed. Only this time, bare flesh was pressed to bare flesh. Sensations flooded Duo and he could not discern who was who, what was what. He was everything and nothing as Heero penetrated his virgin entrance with his thick shaft, sliding in all the way to the hilt before pausing.
"Are you alright?" Heero asked as he settled into the tight channel. A nod. "Are you sure? I will not move until I am sure you are alright."
Duo nodded again, this time more fiercely. "I'm fine! Take me, oh gods, please! Take me, Heero!!"
Satisfied with Duo's answer, Heero began to move and Duo's world shifted. He was flying, bright specks of color danced across his vision. He was high in the air, falling yet not. Everything was blurring in motion, yet he was safe, restrained. Duo opened his 'eyes' and he could see huge buildings around him, taller than the Parthenon perched on the Acropolis at Athens. Taller than anything any man had dreamt of. He reached out to touch what his eyes beheld... then his whole world exploded around him.
"HEERO!" Duo screamed as he came for the second time.
"DUO!" Heero groaned out as said boy's inner walls clamped down upon him and drew from him his own release.
Together they collapsed on the sweat-soaked bed, breath coming in rapid and irrythmic gasps.
The last light of day had faded from the sky, only the oil lamps burned on. Nestled soundly in the grand bed, the two lovers slept, wrapped in one another's arms.
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Hilde watched from the door as the two drifted off into sleep. As twin sets of eyes drooped shut, the maid girl let out a tiny giggle then slunk out of the room.
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"And how, may I ask, is your scheme going to work, Zechs?" Treize asked, a little miffed. "You saw how she acted! She was happy that that brat of a Pharaoh, Heero, had chosen the little prince as a concubine!"
"She'll join us! If that boy continues to make as much of a public disturbance as he is, then she will be forgotten by the people and /that/ will piss her off! Relena always demanded that she be the center of everyone's -- and I mean everyone's! -- attention." Zechs paused and did a double take. "Did you say prince?"
Treize smiled at him, a wicked and cruel expression. "Yes... the boy is a prince."
"How do you know?"
"Anyone could tell by the way he holds himself," Treize drawled, playing with his glass and looking disinterested. "But I know for a fact, that Heero's little pet is a prince..."
Zechs quirked an eyebrow at the man. "Oh? How so?"
The wicked smile grew and Treize leaned closer to whisper breathily into the blond man's ear. "Remember I told you that an old king in Greece had betrothed his last unwed child to me as a peace offering between Greece and Rome?"
"Yes... I seem to recall you were quite taken by the little tramp..." Zechs bit out dangerously. No one caught the attention of his lover. No one.
"Yes, well you see... The young child was a mere ten summers when his father made the deal.... and I was in a bit of a mood... Une had been in a tither, as I recall, about some thing or other involving Roman politics... The woman had no place to meddle in the affairs of state... Ah, I recall it was about the boy as a peace offering.. She did not like it one bit that a child was being used as a bargaining tool... Well..."
"Treize..."
"Yes, love?"
"You're stalling..."
"Why indeed I am..."
"Get to the point..."
"I love it when you're demanding and direct..."
"Treize," Zechs said menacingly.
"Fine fine... you're no fun sometimes, you know that Zechs...."
Zechs glared at him. "You know the boy is a prince why?"
"Oh simply because he was the youth the Greek king betrothed to me."
Zechs nearly fell out of his seat. [6]
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End part 4
Author's notes:
[1] Um, slaves don't do this... not even a slave being made a concubine.. Not to my knowledge at least... ::grins:: There ya go, Hana.
[2] I'm uh, using 'The Mummy' as reference here... ::sniggers:: "... Anck-su-namun, Pharaoh's mistress. No other man was allowed to touch her." Also for the paint stuff... (demo, Hilde can shake/touch him because she's the maid and helps ready him... he can't paint himself can he? She's the best for the job.)
[3] ::shrugs:: Hana said it sounded more binding than marriage, and in this case I suppose it is. A slave would not be given the right to sleep with whom ever they wanted, but spouses (royalty) can.
[4] Hilde *can* smack harder, but she doesn't need to injure him, just get his attention. ^_^ She's a smart girl, no?
[5] A note on the slang stuff... Someone mentioned something about the used of slang by certain characters... Well, I'm sure slaves and servants were not as cultured as their masters, so they don't speak as nicely... that's why I've got conjunctions that sound like slang and other slang things thrown in. I've no clue exactly how they spoke back than and I dun think it can be translated very well into english, so this is all I got to use.
[6] Yes, yes.... Zechsy-poo is kind of dense here... And yes yes, I did pull some kinda out of order stuff from what Duo said... Here goes -- Treize was offered the betrothal when Duo was ten... Duo was not yet old enough (in this fic) so the betrothal was official when he turned 16, not 10. Ok?
Anyone remember this?
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. ^_^ Another note: Any assumptions about ancient Egypt are not meant as insults or jokes, but used to further the story... I am sorry if this offends anyone... ::bows humblely:: Thanks: Sony_Mouse for the title... ack, who gave me the idea? SteelSong? Yeah. Thanks Skye for BETAing that so quick! (where were you when I needed help on that effing english essay! ::whines:: 37%) More notes: Hehe... I just learned from Sony_Mouse and my two gay friends about real gay sex, so I am trying a different approach to it than normal. Please be wary.
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 4
This was the day he'd been waiting for. After two whole weeks of waiting and living as a servant in the Pharaoh's concubine chamber, Duo was finally going to be officially made a Royal Concubine. Finally he'd have status again! Not that that really mattered, no. It was just a nice thing to have.
'Especially since I'm better off here than I would have been if I'd not been kidnapped.' Duo thought ignoring the servants flitting about him.
After all, he had friends here. Quatre and Bast, the cat, were his constant companions. Trowa would often stand under the trees and watch as Quatre taught Duo how to play the current popular game or nuances of Egyptian politics. And Wufei would talk to him of philosophies and justice sometimes teaching him self-protection techniques -- why, he'd yet to figure out, but that is what the man did. He was enjoying himself immensely. He was even growing quite close to the Pharaoh and the Queen.
-flashback-
"This is your concubine-to-be?" Relena asked, running her hyssop blue eyes over Duo's form. "He's lovely, Heero... and I see you found one to suit your hair fetish?" she teased.
Heero just grunted. "So you consent?"
"Yes, I consent," she said, smiling. The smile turned up a notch when she turned to look at the braided boy. "So... Duo. Tell me, how do you manage such long and beautiful hair?"
-end flashback-
Ever since that afternoon, Relena'd sought him out to talk about everything from hair tips to politics. She'd found his knowledge of the latter amazing and his knowledge of the former helpful.
He drew his mind back to the present. Hilde stood beside him, helping him to dress in the formal silks and golden adornments. They were dazzling and elaborate and Duo found himself giggling at the thought of how long it would take Heero to undress him that night... He paused. 'Or me to undress myself,' he thought, a slight pout in his mental voice.
"Okay, finished!" Hilde chimed, grinning at him. "You look great! I bet Queen Relena's jealous! The Pharaoh taking such a gorgeous *boy* into his bed and all!"
Duo blushed. "Actually, Relena was very happy... she knows Heero doesn't love her. She doesn't love him either -- she cares for him and wants him to be happy."
Hilde smiled. "Yeah, the Queen's a nice person... I was just joking. I'm sure you'll make him happy, Duo. Oop! Time for you to be out there!"
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Heero fidgeted. There was no other word for it. He'd never fidgeted in his life, but as he waited for the slim beauty to glide his way to stand before the dais that was what he found himself doing.
The room was filled with onlookers, royal guests and the like, all here to watch the ceremony that was being treated more like a celebration. Servants roamed the room bringing refreshment to those invited to the grand event. The room was a-buzz with conversations, all questioning whom the Pharaoh had chosen as a concubine.
They'd all seen the young beauty whom the king had brought with him to the previous meeting of state... but it was common for a king to bring such a pet to watch, it meant nothing.
The buzz died down as two columns of maidens in golden warrior garb walked in through the massive doors. A collective gasp rose from the crowd as the chestnut haired boy, dressed in similar gold adorned fashion, paused at the entrance before gliding forward with his head held high. [1]
He stopped before the dais and knelt, his bowed head spilling loose and pleated stands on the sandstone floor. Relena rose and smiled at the gathering. "With Bastet as my witness, let this be a blessed and joyous union. Let them join with my blessings," she smiled sweetly and took a bowl from the servant at her side. Walking over to Duo she placed her hand in the bowl then smeared the golden paint on the boy's right shoulder.
The priest nodded to her as she once more took her seat beside the Pharaoh, before he rose. "By the Ennead, I consecrate this union... may the gods smile upon you and bring you joy." He, too, dipped his hand in the paint, besmearing Duo's left shoulder. "No other shall touch thee, thy body is now a temple. A temple for the Pharaoh alone." [2] Wiping his hand, he reached over and retrieved the golden circlet that rested on a velvet pillow and placing it on the bowed head. "Rise and be with him." [3]
Duo did as bade, gracefully rising and taking his place on the large pillow at the base of Heero's throne.
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Duo smiled as he sat and watched the festivities that had been arranged in his honor -- sort of. 'More like in honor of the Pharaoh's choice,' he almost snorted. Either way, it did not matter to him. He'd been honored only a couple times in his life -- at birth and on his 16th when his father decided to betroth him to a slimy Roman -- so he was content to pretend that this was all for him, he the Pharaoh's concubine.
Finally, night fell and the celebrations ended. Duo found himself nervously tearing at his fingernails and worrying his lip till it bled.
"Calm down, Duo!" Hilde said, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him.
"Calm? Hilde, this is like a wedding night! Titans and Sirens, this is the closest thing I'll ever have to a wedding, so that makes this just as terrifying as a wedding night and I--"
Smack! Duo blinked at the girl, holding a hand to his not even reddened cheek. [4] "Get a grip on yourself! For Isis' sake!"
Duo stared at her, taking calming breaths. "Sorry, Hilde..." he mumbled. "Thanks."
The black haired girl just sighed and shook her head. "It's no never mind, so just... enjoy this night, 'kay?" [5]
Duo nodded, then -- steeling himself for what he knew awaited him -- turned and walked into Heero's chambers.
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Duo blinked as he stepped into the gold bathed chamber of the Pharaoh. The room was awash in hues of orange and gold from the setting sun, the last light of the diminishing day. Slowly, meekly -- though Duo was anything but meek -- Duo padded over to stand in front of his Lord.
"Are you ready for this?" Heero asked. Gently, he lifted the bowed head of his concubine, finger crooked beneath the soft pointed chin. "We will not do this if you are not ready..."
"I... I am ready..." Duo answered, gasping as soft lips closed over his.
For all his strength, the Pharaoh was a gentle lover, careful in every motion. Slowly, gently, Heero walked them back toward the bed, laying the boy down on the soft, silken bedding. "I've waited so long so be able to do this..."
"Two weeks is hardly a long time," Duo breathed as carmine lips whispered down his long, pale neck.
"Aa, but it is long enough for want to become need," the older boy breathed against the hollow cleft at his collar. "Mmm... this must go..."
Duo heard a snap then the neck plate was removed and tossed across the bed, landing with a dull thump on the other side.
"Better," Heero murmured, lapping at a caramel colored nipple. Duo inhaled sharply as the other sank his teeth into the harden nub of flesh then released. Cold followed wet as Heero trailed his tongue under one pectoral muscle then the other, before ravishing hard and neglected nipple.
Duo groaned as slim fingers dropped feathery caresses up and down his bare sides. "He-- My Lord..." Duo gasped out as Heero found a particularly sensitive spot.
"Say my name..." Duo bit his lip. "Say my name, Duo... I want to hear you cry my name..." As Heero said this, he unfastened the belt that held Duo's skirt about his slim waist. "... to the world." Duo moaned aloud as Heero's tongue flicked out to tease the slit at the head of his arousal.
"Oh gods, Heero!" the chestnut haired teen moaned.
"That's it..." The Pharaoh smiled and rewarded the young Greek by enveloping his erection in one hungry gulp.
"GODS!" Duo screamed. "HEERO!" The heat engulfing him was intense, shooting sparks across his vision.
Smiling, the dark haired boy swirled his tongue around the stiff shaft, savouring the flavour that was Duo. Although the young king had never done something quite like this before, being that it was his first time with a man, the principles were the same as ones he'd used before many atime. Heero bobbed his head up and down, twirling his slick tongue up and down the younger boy's thick shaft, seeking what would drive the young virgin beneath him positively insane with pleasure.
"Mmmm," Heero hummed, the vibrations of his throat ripping another delectable scream from the swan like throat of his lover.
Slightly calloused hands crept to below satiny smooth and shapely legs to tease the tender fleshy sac at the base of Duo's swollen shaft. That was all it took. Duo's back arched up off the bed as he shot his essence into Heero's awaiting mouth.
Pulling back, Heero licked his lips, eying the erotic display of the foreign boy before him. "You taste like a dream..."
Duo blinked sleepily at his King, his lover then moaned as he watched the young man lick his full, sensuous, and oh so wonderful lips. The Greek boy levered himself up onto his elbows, glancing up and down the toned and tanned body of his Master, noting the state of his arousal.
"Heero..." Duo said, glancing meaningfully at the bulge of Heero's tunic. Slowly, the slender youth climbed to his knees and began to unfasten his Master's belt, but strong hands halted him. "Heero?" he queried, looking up at the Egyptian King.
"No..." Heero said, wrapping his hands around Duo's thin wrists and pulling the concubine to him. "Not like that..." the Pharaoh whispered across Duo's rosy lips.
Violet eyes widened and Duo bit back a groan as Heero press seductively against him. "Yes... yes, Master... yes, Heero... anything you want..." He moaned as his arousal returned to him.
In a flurry of motion, Duo found himself once again pressed to the bed. Only this time, bare flesh was pressed to bare flesh. Sensations flooded Duo and he could not discern who was who, what was what. He was everything and nothing as Heero penetrated his virgin entrance with his thick shaft, sliding in all the way to the hilt before pausing.
"Are you alright?" Heero asked as he settled into the tight channel. A nod. "Are you sure? I will not move until I am sure you are alright."
Duo nodded again, this time more fiercely. "I'm fine! Take me, oh gods, please! Take me, Heero!!"
Satisfied with Duo's answer, Heero began to move and Duo's world shifted. He was flying, bright specks of color danced across his vision. He was high in the air, falling yet not. Everything was blurring in motion, yet he was safe, restrained. Duo opened his 'eyes' and he could see huge buildings around him, taller than the Parthenon perched on the Acropolis at Athens. Taller than anything any man had dreamt of. He reached out to touch what his eyes beheld... then his whole world exploded around him.
"HEERO!" Duo screamed as he came for the second time.
"DUO!" Heero groaned out as said boy's inner walls clamped down upon him and drew from him his own release.
Together they collapsed on the sweat-soaked bed, breath coming in rapid and irrythmic gasps.
The last light of day had faded from the sky, only the oil lamps burned on. Nestled soundly in the grand bed, the two lovers slept, wrapped in one another's arms.
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Hilde watched from the door as the two drifted off into sleep. As twin sets of eyes drooped shut, the maid girl let out a tiny giggle then slunk out of the room.
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"And how, may I ask, is your scheme going to work, Zechs?" Treize asked, a little miffed. "You saw how she acted! She was happy that that brat of a Pharaoh, Heero, had chosen the little prince as a concubine!"
"She'll join us! If that boy continues to make as much of a public disturbance as he is, then she will be forgotten by the people and /that/ will piss her off! Relena always demanded that she be the center of everyone's -- and I mean everyone's! -- attention." Zechs paused and did a double take. "Did you say prince?"
Treize smiled at him, a wicked and cruel expression. "Yes... the boy is a prince."
"How do you know?"
"Anyone could tell by the way he holds himself," Treize drawled, playing with his glass and looking disinterested. "But I know for a fact, that Heero's little pet is a prince..."
Zechs quirked an eyebrow at the man. "Oh? How so?"
The wicked smile grew and Treize leaned closer to whisper breathily into the blond man's ear. "Remember I told you that an old king in Greece had betrothed his last unwed child to me as a peace offering between Greece and Rome?"
"Yes... I seem to recall you were quite taken by the little tramp..." Zechs bit out dangerously. No one caught the attention of his lover. No one.
"Yes, well you see... The young child was a mere ten summers when his father made the deal.... and I was in a bit of a mood... Une had been in a tither, as I recall, about some thing or other involving Roman politics... The woman had no place to meddle in the affairs of state... Ah, I recall it was about the boy as a peace offering.. She did not like it one bit that a child was being used as a bargaining tool... Well..."
"Treize..."
"Yes, love?"
"You're stalling..."
"Why indeed I am..."
"Get to the point..."
"I love it when you're demanding and direct..."
"Treize," Zechs said menacingly.
"Fine fine... you're no fun sometimes, you know that Zechs...."
Zechs glared at him. "You know the boy is a prince why?"
"Oh simply because he was the youth the Greek king betrothed to me."
Zechs nearly fell out of his seat. [6]
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End part 4
Author's notes:
[1] Um, slaves don't do this... not even a slave being made a concubine.. Not to my knowledge at least... ::grins:: There ya go, Hana.
[2] I'm uh, using 'The Mummy' as reference here... ::sniggers:: "... Anck-su-namun, Pharaoh's mistress. No other man was allowed to touch her." Also for the paint stuff... (demo, Hilde can shake/touch him because she's the maid and helps ready him... he can't paint himself can he? She's the best for the job.)
[3] ::shrugs:: Hana said it sounded more binding than marriage, and in this case I suppose it is. A slave would not be given the right to sleep with whom ever they wanted, but spouses (royalty) can.
[4] Hilde *can* smack harder, but she doesn't need to injure him, just get his attention. ^_^ She's a smart girl, no?
[5] A note on the slang stuff... Someone mentioned something about the used of slang by certain characters... Well, I'm sure slaves and servants were not as cultured as their masters, so they don't speak as nicely... that's why I've got conjunctions that sound like slang and other slang things thrown in. I've no clue exactly how they spoke back than and I dun think it can be translated very well into english, so this is all I got to use.
[6] Yes, yes.... Zechsy-poo is kind of dense here... And yes yes, I did pull some kinda out of order stuff from what Duo said... Here goes -- Treize was offered the betrothal when Duo was ten... Duo was not yet old enough (in this fic) so the betrothal was official when he turned 16, not 10. Ok?