Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Lord of War ❯ Rules and Duties ( Chapter 2 )

A/N: I totally forgot about his wound! Stupid Finals! They screw with your head! Thanks for catching it `Bend and Snap'. So, some minor revisions.

 

 

Chapter 02: Rules and Duties

 

Duo sat in stunned silence as Sally washed his hair from behind him. He, a proud warrior of the Belvoman Village //third best in the village for fuck sake!//, was now a sex slave to some perverted Lord of War. The Gods must truly hate him.

 

He found himself hoping that they had at least smiled on the rest of his clan. Duo was sure Zechs got as many people as possible out of the village, along with Solo. Zechs was too stubborn of a leader not to succeed. And Solo, even Duo was careful not to piss him off…well, at least not too much. Then again, what are best friends for, right? //Please be safe//.

 

But, the more he thought of home, the more dirty he felt. Being a slave would be considered a disgrace in itself to his people, let alone a sex slave. If Duo didn't get out of here untainted, he could probably never go home. After all, what good is a warrior who was weak enough to get fucked against his own will?

 

Sally finally broke the silence the looming silence. “You have beautiful hair, Duo. And eyes. No wonder you are an Aiko.”

 

//Aiko my ass…literally//, he thought grimly. “I didn't exactly get to choose.”

 

“I guess so,” she quietly hummed, lathering the ends of Duo's hair. “So, what do you think of Lord Yuy?”

 

“He's a rich, stuck up, pompous ass at a first gla--” Duo was cut off by a mouth full of water as Sally roughly dunked him down into the bath. She made his stay down there for about five seconds for good measure, then let go. Duo rose back up coughing and spitting out water.

 

“Don't ever speak of Lord Yuy in that manner!” Sally hissed like an angry mother.

 

Duo was still hacking out water as he answered her. “Was that *cough* suppose to be a *cough* friendly warning? Because then I would hate to be your enemy.”

 

Because of his flailing from being dunked under, Duo's shoulder now hurt like hell as he clutched it absentmindedly. He had been so caught up in the events of the day; he had all but forgotten he was run through only a few days ago. True, he was a fast healer, but the care that he got from Zaiel was not withstanding. The assholes that had sold him tried to dress it up, sealing it with some kind of glue, likewise with the small cut on his hairline. But the hot water had pretty much removed it. It was going to break open sooner or later, and he wasn't looking forward to it.

 

Sally was still in such bad a mood that she ignored the blood starting to seep out of his wound. “Obviously you know nothing about your station, or the rules of this House.”

 

“I told you I didn't!” Duo said in his defense…not that he cared. No matter what it took, he was going to get the hell out of here. Sally rose up for a moment and fetched a glass bottle that had some type of green paste in it.

 

“I will shed some light on you then.” Sitting back down, Sally opened the bottle and put the paste on Duo's wound and the small cut on his head. Duo almost instantly felt the ache go away as she applied the mystery paste.

 

“What medicine is that?” He had never seen a medicine work so well as it sealed his wound once more.

 

“A simple healing paste made by the mages of the House of Magic. Now don't change the subject.” Sally put the bottle back and began to finish up washing his hair. “That little comment earlier would've gotten your tongue cut out. And don't that just because you are with a servant you can talk about our Lord like that either. Lord Yuy is very well respected, by all the classes in Lorlia.”

 

Duo raised an eyebrow. “Classes?”

 

“Yes. Our social structure is based on a simple class system. There is the Emperor and his House, then the Four Houses under him, then the houses under them, and so forth.”

 

“So where am I?” Duo was a little afraid of the answer. After all, how high could a sex slave be on the scale of things?

 

“Well, it depends on you, actually.” Sally began to comb Duo's wet hair, while adding some kind of oil that smelled like sandalwood. “An Aiko can get up pretty high, depending on if you gain your lords favor. Some lords even marry Aiko's, though rarely.”

 

“Marry? So an Aiko can be male or female?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“So, the great Lord of War is gay…” Duo would have laughed if he didn't fear getting dunked under the water again.

 

“Not particularly. Having a male lover is less troublesome, you don't have to worry about illegitimate children. Because of that most Aiko are men these days.”

 

“Huh. So I take it gaining the Lord's favor means…” Duo made as face he was glad Sally couldn't see from behind him.

 

“Not just that. It is pleasant to have someone to talk to at the end of the day as well, you know.”

 

“Yeah, sure. Anyway, where do I stand right now?”

 

“Well, you're a basic Aiko, which means you about the same level as me. A higher Aiko is above peasants and could be considered the same level as a lower lord. A lower Aiko…well…” Sally got up to go get him a towel. “Let's just say you don't want to be one.”

 

Duo took the towel from her and got out of the tub felling better and worse then he did before. Feeling better because he was clean and his wound didn't hurt, or look as puffy as it originally was, and felling worse because of the reality of his situation just kept on getting shittier and shittier.

 

Sally disappeared for a bit and returned with a clean set of clothes and bandages for Duo. Handing the clothes to him, she smiled. “Usually, they way you talked to Lord Yuy earlier would bump you down to a lower Aiko.”

 

“Usually?”

 

“Lord Yuy, though it is probably hard to imagine from his title and the way he acts, is a very kind person. I severely doubt he would do that to you.”

 

Duo wanted to snort and make some smart ass comment, but he found himself agreeing with her. He had seen it in his eyes, the first time they met; a sort of quiet kindness behind those piercing dark blue eyes. It was a little messed up that he did see that, after all, he was suppose to hate this guy, right? But instinctually, he had liked him at first glance.

 

“You really like him, don't ya?” Duo asked with an amount of kindness in his voice that surprised even him. Waiting for a response, Duo slipped into the bottom toga that Sally had brought him then sat down in the chair she directed him to.

 

Duo raised his arm out to the side as Sally dressed his wound. “I've known Heero since he was born,” she said fondly, as if reminiscing.

 

Convinced that his wound was dressed properly, Sally took his hair in her hands and began to braid it. Duo then turned his head so he could see her better. “'Heero'?”

 

Sally cleared her throat. “I meant Lord Yuy. Sorry, don't repeat what I said.”

 

Duo nodded his head. “Let me guess: you can get away with it, but I can't.” So, the guy's actual name is Heero.

 

Sally finished the braid. “Technically, even I shouldn't. I only say it in his presence and when we're alone.”

 

Duo pulled his hair over his shoulder to inspect her craftsmanship. “Not bad—hey, how did you know I braid it?”

 

Sally started to walk out of the bathing room and waved for Duo to follow. “I could tell from the way your hair waved.”

 

Surprised by her insight, Duo followed her to a small room complete with a bed and a dresser. Along with a window too small for him to fit through, he mentally noted. He already knew by the way they were lingering at the door this was suppose to be his room and Duo found himself even a little impressed. //So, the slaves here get their own rooms. Surprising. I though she was going to lead me back up for him to--// Duo stopped at that in his mind as he felt bile creeping up from the thought.

 

Duo knew that he liked guys, more than he liked girls, though he did like them. But he had never slept with either. True, if Solo had even hinted at the idea, Duo would have slept with him in an instant. But he never had. Now, the idea of being fucked for the first time by some pampered, rich boy because he had been bought by him was more than Duo could stand. And, from the sound of it, Duo would even be at his beckon call. Duo looked down at his wound. //I really should have just died//.

 

Duo tugged at the bracelets they had put on him absentmindedly as Sally pushed him inside the room. “This will be your room. Mine is two doors down through that corridor,” she pointed to the left. “Get some rest.”

 

Sally was about to walk off when Duo spoke up. “Sally, before you go, tell me something.” Sally turned around as Duo held up his wrists. “What are these?”

 

“Sai rings, they're magical. Don't try and take them off either. Only a skilled mage, like Lord Yuy, can do that.”

 

Duo sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the sai rings. “Magic?” That Heero guy knows magic? “I take it they shock me or something if I step pass some specified barrier or something, too?”

 

Sally nodded then left. Duo was about to plop back onto the bed when he spotted a tray of food on the dresser. The last time he ate was the morning before the surprise attack, which had to be about two to three days ago, his stomach told him as it spoke up. Forgetting his troubles for a while, Duo got up and retrieved the food, then sat back down on the bed cross legged with the tray in front of him. It had way more food on it then he was use to: a full mini loaf of bread, a bowl of soup, some salted pork, clear water, and even a small goblet of wine. His clan usually ate whatever they had managed to hunt down that day cooked on a spit with ale and a stew that the women made from the garden's harvest. They never had tons of food, but no one went hungry.

 

In no time Duo had cleaned his plate and sank back onto the bed, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

 

# # # #

 

Heero was woken up by the sun shinning through the small slit in the silk shades around his bed. Annoyed at the cause for his waking, Heero moaned and rolled over, covering his head with a pillow to block out the sounds of morning. For a moment, he thought it might be possible to maybe fall back asleep, until Sally yanked open the curtains in her usual `way too peppy for morning' fashion. “Good morning Lord Yuy!”

 

Heero groaned at her intrusion, but couldn't muster the strength to do anything about it. “'Good morning' is an oxymoron, Sally. Shut the curtains.”

 

Doing the exact opposite, Sally began to open all the curtains around his bed, and even went as far as pulling the covers off Heero. “It's late, Lord Yuy. And, you have guests.”

 

“Sally, your idea of late is seven in the morning.” Heero finally sat up. “And what do you mean I have guests?”

 

“Lords Winner and Barton are here.”

 

“You're lying,” Heero fell back down to his pillow, “they know me better than that. Shut the curtains.”

 

“You're right, we do. That's why we thought it would be fun to come this early.” A voice from the door explained.

 

Heero sat up and blinked blearily at the door, seeing Trowa and Quatre smiling at him. Making a positive identification, Heero waved for Sally to leave. “I'll bring you breakfast, my Lord.”

 

Heero grunted a reply as she left, then fell back down to his pillow once more. He felt, more than saw, Trowa and Quatre climb onto his bed. “So…why didn't you tell us? I thought we were friends.” Heero heard Quatre whine.

 

Heero mustered the strength to finally sit up for good. “Tell you what?”

 

Quatre gave him a mock hurt look. “You know.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“What's his name?” Trowa asked, entering the one sided conversation.

 

Heero stared at them blankly. “Name?”

 

Trowa raised a finger to Heero's forehead then used it to push him back down to the bed all too easily. “He's obviously not awake yet,” Trowa concluded.

 

Quatre giggled as Heero struggled to sit back up again to no avail. “We're asking about your new Aiko.”

 

With that, Heero shot right up. “My what? How did you--?”

 

“Phinneaus stopped by before he went home last night.”

 

That's right…he did have an Aiko now. //I didn't even ask his name yet//. Heero hoped he wouldn't have to admit that.

 

Trowa smirked and patted the bed. “I was kind of hoping to see him where I'm sitting.” Quatre elbowed his new husband. “Ow, what? I thought we were here *to* tease him.”

 

One thing Heero had to admit about Trowa, he was honest, almost brutally so at times. “You came here specifically to tease me?”

 

“Not just,” Quatre's smile faded a bit, “I also wanted to make sure you're alright about it.”

 

“Hn.” In all reality, Heero hadn't thought about it much. He has just kind of ignored the fact so far. But there was no use acting like a baby that just didn't get his way. The Aiko was a gift, after all. “I'm fine.”

 

“Are you sure?”

 

Heero nodded as Trowa looked from him to Quatre and back again. “I'm missing something, aren't I?”

 

Quatre fell into Trowa's lap. “It's nothing, love.”

 

Heero smiled quietly at the show of intimacy as Sally returned with his breakfast. “Perfect timing,” Quatre announced. “Sally, can you bring Heero's new Aiko up?”

 

“Ah--” Heero began.

 

“Of course, my Lord,” Sally bowed and walked away quickly; as if she were afraid Heero might get up and chase her. He scowled at the pair sitting on his bed.

 

Quatre stated picking at the grapes on Heero's breakfast tray. “Oh, come on, I want to meet him!”

 

Heero shook his head in annoyance, but then stopped abruptly. The last time he saw the Aiko, he had absolutely no manners at all. He even talked to Heero in a raised tone. And with Trowa here…if the Aiko did it again, Trowa would probably kill him. Or at least call him on it and demand punishment. Just as Heero got up and slipped his robe over his shoulders, praying he could stop Sally in time, the new Aiko and she walked in.

 

At first, Heero though she must have brought he wrong guy, until he saw those unmistakable violet eyes peering at him. It was him. Just clean, well dressed and fully rested. He wore a short, white toga, lined in the same violet as his eyes and trimmed with small traces silver. His hair was back in the braid it was originally, but now, instead of a greasy mess, it was a soft, chestnut brown. The lines of pain and weariness were gone from under his eyes, but the fire of insolence was still burning bright in those clear orbs.

 

Even with that fire, maybe even because of it, the man looked amazing. Heero even felt a small stirring below the belt. Pushing that fact away, Heero sat down on the bed once again and waved them inside.

 

From the way he was walking, Heero could tell the Aiko was being pushed in from behind by Sally…and he was barely fighting her. Sally must have that effect on everyone, Heero concluded. The woman scared him sometimes.

 

Quatre jumped up and walked over to the staggering Aiko. “So this is him? Wow, you know how to pick them, Yuy.”

 

Heero held his breath as Quatre got closer to the Aiko. //Please, oh please don't do anything stupid//.

 

They were about two feet apart when Quatre spoke up with a bright smile. “So, what's your name?”

 

Heero saw the Aiko look back at Sally, who gave him the `answer him dammit' look, then the Aiko spoke up. “My name is Duo,” Heero saw Sally pull sharply on his braid, “my Lord.”

 

Yep, Sally definitely had that effect on everyone.

 

“Duo, huh?” Quatre struck the thinking pose. “That's not a name from around here.”

 

Trowa got up and walked over to Duo. “No, it's not.” Trowa walked around the Aiko once, the stood by Quatre. “He's Belvomanian.”

 

Duo looked up at him in absolute shock. “How did you…?”

 

“The length of your hair and the hole for three piercing in your right ear,” Trowa pointed out.

 

Heero just smiled. Trowa was known as the `Traveling Lord', there was practically no place he hasn't been. He soaked up places, languages and customs like a sponge. The man could be telling you to go to hell in twelve different languages and you wouldn't know any better. He even went out to Marshna, which was unheard of for anyone to do, let alone a lord of any kind. Heero envied him and his freedom.

 

“I take it he's not trained, then,” Trowa asked as Heero got up to stand beside them.

 

“No, my lord. So please excuse any rudeness for now. He just doesn't know better yet, my Lords,” Sally smiled and yanked on Duo's braid to stop him from commenting. Duo turned around and glared at her, earning a smile from Quatre. “It looks like he is in good hands.”

 

Heero smirked, understanding how it felt to be under Sally's scrutiny. “I would say so.”

 

Trowa still looked deep in thought. “Apparently…You two can leave.”

 

Heero turned and blinked at Trowa as Sally and Duo left. “Something wrong?”

 

“Belvomanian's don't conduct slavery, they're a warrior tribe. From the piercings in his ear and the way he holds himself, I would say he's a pretty good warrior as well.”

 

“Really? Then what was he doing at a slave trade station?”

 

“Belvoman was attacked a few days ago, no one knows by whom. I noticed he was injured. Most likely he was found passed out and the slavers picked him up. It happens often. A lot more than you think, actually.”

 

“So, he's a warrior…” Heero smiled to himself. No wonder Duo had struck him when he had walked by him yesterday.

 

“Heero, I don't like him being here.”

 

“What? Why?” Quatre asked for him.

 

“Injured or not, he's the type that could try and kill you. I don't like it.”

 

Quatre put a hand on his husband's shoulder. “No he won't.”

 

“Can you be so sure?”

 

“Enough,” Heero interjected. “I can take care of myself, you know.”

 

“I know, but I would rather you not have to,” Trowa grumbled. “Fine, but he better be an obedient little pet before Chang gets back, or Chang'll have his head.”

 

Trowa wasn't kidding…and Heero hadn't thought of that. This Aiko thing was turning out to be more problematic than it was worth.

 

Trowa hooked his arm around Quatre's waist. “We'll take our leave. See you tonight, Heero.”

 

As they left, Heero made his way back over to his bed and ate. At least he would be busy for the rest of the day, so Duo wouldn't be found lingering in his mind. Heero felt his groin stir at the memory of him. Great, now he had two reasons to make sure the man wasn't in his main train of thought today.

 

# # # #

 

Sally led Duo back to his room. “You didn't do half bad.”

 

Duo frowned at the comment and the memory of this morning. First of all, he woke up entirely too comfortable to a breakfast he didn't have to hunt himself. Secondly, he really did like the clothes that were in the dresser drawers that he found. And thirdly, seeing Heero in nothing but a bottom toga and an open robe was way too mouthwatering than he wanted to admit. The man may be a pampered ass, but his body was chiseled and tan like a warrior. That in contrast with smooth skin and deep blue eyes…Duo shook his head as if it would throw the thought out. No, he would not think of the man that way.

 

But that other man, the one with the piercing green eyes. Well, eye. His bangs completely hid the other. How did he know so much when everyone else here knew so little? “Sally, the guy with the pointy bangs, who was he?”

 

“Oh, that was Lord Barton. A lower lord directly under Lord Yuy.” Sally began to explain how the man traveled a lot, so that's was probably why he knew so much about Duo. Also, how the blonde was his husband, and how they could be married since they weren't the heirs of their houses. “They're pretty much Lord Yuy's best friends.”

 

“Ah.” Sally and he made it back to Duo's room. Sally was about to leave when Duo stopped her. “So…what do I do all day?”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

Duo made a face at her. “Do I just sit here, twiddling my thumbs? That'll make time just fly by.”

 

“I've asked Tricieus, Primitivus's Aiko, to come and train you.” Sally walked away.

 

“Train?” Duo yelled after her. Sally just waved him off without even turning around.

 

Not happy with the idea of taking sex slave lessons, Duo slipped out of his room and began to look around the mansion that everyone called a house. The place was huge. Everywhere he looked there were marble floors and delicate furs, statues and tapestries, and even weapons that even Solo would have been drooling over. But, they were all mostly nailed to the wall, or set up specifically so you could tell if one was missing. Glairing at the small dagger placed perfectly on a pedestal as if it had just offended him, Duo set off to find a more probable weapon.

 

Testing his memory, Duo made his was back to Heero's room and peeked in. He wasn't there. Looking around a bit more to see if the coast was clear, Duo decided to go in. If this guy was the Lord of War, he had to have some kind of weapon in here. Duo searched in the many dressers and checked to see if any on the wall might come off, but he had no luck. Stumped, Duo sat down on the bed to think.

 

“Did you check under the pillows?”

 

“Ah, good idea--” Duo's eyes widened as he recognized that voice, //Oh shit!//. Duo whirled around to see Heero with his arms folded, glairing at him. Duo felt himself go pale, //what the hell do I do now?//. Deciding it was now or never, Duo bolted for the door, winching in pain as he extended his arm too far. //Shit//. This wound wasn't going to help things much.

 

“You won't get very far with those sai rings,” Heero said calmly, making Duo stop before he even made it out the door. Duo turned around and glared at him.

 

“So, your name is Duo, right?”

 

Duo put up his guard as Heero began walking towards him. When he got too close for comfort, Duo took a swing at him, only to have it caught and twisted behind his back. Being pulled in with his back against Heero's chest, Duo tried to elbow him. The asshole caught that too, and held up Duo's wrist with the sai ring on it in front of him.

 

“If you go past the grounds without my permission with these,” Heero moved in to whisper in Duo's ear. The smell of him and the feel of his hot breath on Duo's ear caused Duo to close his eyes as his own breath quickened. “They take your hands off.”

 

“I don't care,” Duo said meekly. “I would keep running.”

 

“You would pass out from the pain. If not, then the loss of blood.” Heero let go of the wrist he was holding up, but kept Duo's other arm between them. He was too trapped in the moment to muster any idea of what to do with his free arm, so it just fell to his side. Heero encircled Duo's throat with his fingers, but didn't squeeze. “Return to your quarters,” Heero whispered.

 

Finally coming to his senses after being ordered around, Duo pushed off of Heero and turned to face him. “I will never let you touch me again.”

 

Heero stood there stoically, but Duo could see a mocking smile in his eyes. Giving him one last nasty look, Duo ran off.

 

When he got back to his room, he shut the door that was always propped open and collapsed onto the bed, tempted to scream into a pillow to ease his frustration and pain. Now that he wasn't caught up in the adrenaline rush, his shoulder felt on fire. There was no way he was going to be able to escape until it was healed. He might have slugged the man successfully if it hadn't been for that slowing him down.

 

Duo moved to curl into a ball, that's when he felt the reason for Heero's mocking look. His body had betrayed him: the proximity to such a warm, smooth body, the feel of Heero's hot breath on him, and the suggestive feel of those fingers around his neck had not gone unnoticed, apparently. Duo's cock was half-mast under his toga and his face was flushed.

 

This time, Duo did scream into a pillow. He was *not* attracted to that…that…he just wasn't, okay! There was no way in hell he was ever going to get near him again, especially if his body had betrayed him this bad just from being close to him. Damn the man for being good looking. Rich people were supposed to be ugly. It was against nature for them to be rich, powerful and good looking. //Face it, man. He's not just good looking, he's hot as hell and just your type//. Duo groaned at the truthful statement running through his head. He had to get the fuck outta here.

 

A knock at the door almost made Duo jump out of his skin, he was so deep on thought. “Yeah?”

 

The door opened to reveal a man wearing far too much jewelry and not enough clothes. “You're Duo, right?”

 

Duo nodded as the man closed the door behind him. “I'm Tricieus.”

 

Duo looked at him in confusion for a while until his memory clicked. “Oh, you're...here to…” He trailed off, not wanting to finish that sentence.

 

Tricieus smiled at him as he sat down on the bed. “Don't worry. I'm mostly here to tell you the rules of Lorlia and give you a few tips to impress Lord Yuy.”

 

“Tips?”

 

Tricieus smiled again and the lessons began. The rules were pretty basic: be polite, do anything anyone higher than you says (unless your lord tells you not to), always dress nicely, and never go into their quarters without permission. “If you're caught in there when you're not supposed to be, you get a few lashings for insolence.”

 

Duo blinked at that. All Heero did was send him back to his room. He relayed this fact to Tricieus. “Ah, he probably went easy because he knew that there was no way you could have known. But he won't from now on, so don't repeat the mistake.” Tricieus sighed and looked out the window. “Honestly, I'm envious of you.”

 

Duo was a little taken aback. “Why?”

 

“To be Lord Yuy's Aiko,” Tricieus said in a dreamy fashion. “You have no idea how many Aiko would love to be in your place.”

 

“They can have it,” Duo mumbled.

 

Tricieus just laughed. “How much to you know about Lord Yuy?”

 

“I know he's the Lord of War or whatever and his actual name, but other than that…?”

 

“He is one of the only Lords of War that hasn't brought his people into a battle. But instead, he keeps things peaceful here. The army respects him more than they do the Emperor himself, even. Some say that if he wanted to, since he has the loyalty of the army, he could easily take over and become Emperor; though Lord Yuy would never think of it. Because of that, the whole kingdom likes him.

 

“Not only that, but, even though it's hard to tell, Lord Yuy is kind to people of all stations. This House is the only one that has never had a runaway servant.”

 

Well, that reputation was going to be ruined, Duo was going to make sure of that.

 

Tricieus eyed the sai rings on Duo's wrists. “Actually, I'm surprised you have sai rings on outside of his quarters.”

 

Duo pointed at the sai rings on Tricieus's own wrists. “What'd ya mean? You're wearing them, too.”

 

“Yes, well, my Lord is…possessive. But Lord Yuy doesn't have his servants wear them usually. It must be because you're new. Once you're here long enough, he'll most likely take them off.”

 

Duo's head shot up at that information. Perhaps if he played dead and bided his time, Heero would take the damn things off. Then he could make a break for it. But one piece of their conversation nagged at him. “What did you mean by wearing these `outside of his quarters'?”

 

“Well, it's against the law for an Aiko to enter their lord's chambers without them. It's for the lord's protection. If you get caught without them…” Tricieus trailed off. “Well, enough of that, on to the tips portion of our lesson.”

 

“You arn't seriously going to give me tips on how…” The look on Tricieus's face made it to where Duo didn't need to finish the sentence…he already knew the answer. Duo sighed and braced himself for `Sex Slave Lesson 1: Tips on How to Make Your Lord Moan'.

 

“First I have to ask you something--”

 

“Nope, never done it, completely new.” Duo answered before he even asked the question.

 

“Be sure to tell your Lord this so he doesn't inadvertently hurt you.”

 

Duo frowned at the thought of having to fess up to that. Not that he would allow that type situation to occur. No way in hell.

 

Tricieus read him wrong, however. “Don't worry about being embarrassed. Lord Yuy will most likely be thrilled at that fact. Lords pay a lot of money to get virgin Aiko.”

 

Great, now his virginity was considered a commodity.

 

“Anyway, you know the basics, right?”

Duo nodded numbly. He wasn't really going to…

 

“How about with your mouth?”

 

`This is hell,' Duo thought. `I am in hell.'

 

 

TBC…

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