Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Slave to Fate ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

[Title] Slave to Fate
[Author] Lady Briony
[Pairings] 3x1
[Warnings] Slavery, POV, AU
[Summary] Trowa and Heero are both slaves to their fates.
[Notes] This contains… numerous… references to a fic I have experimented with in the past, but never posted. I have been quickly persuaded by the review from "Yaoi Angel" to have this as a prologue and teaser and start work on typing and revising the fic!

Slave To Fate
Prologue

[Trowa POV]

He sits at my feet obediently, enduring the impure gaze of their unholy lust for him. Men and women both desire him, but he is mine, and… though I am not supposed to have fallen in love with my slave, I… I love him. My father gave me him when we were just ten. He told me that I needed a faithful slave my own age to bond with me - who would taste my food and wine first for poison willingly, who would willingly die for me.

He is dressed only in pale, see through chiffon that is printed with my colours. It accentuates the beauty of his body, as well as marking him as mine. His untamed hair falls over his eyes. It used to make him look slightly mutinous to me, but now it hides the true expression in his eyes when he looks at me - not the expected burning hate for all I do to him, but warmth and love.

Heero would die for me, I think, but I don't want him to. I need him. He is the only one I can trust, and he is also useful in many ways. The other slaves and their master's think he is deaf and dumb because of all his emotional training. He doesn't react to anyone - except me. And that took some doing.

We have been nearly found out many times… we were nearly separated by my father until, by sheer luck, he was poisoned by someone. Leaving the throne clear for me to become king. The people wanted me because I legalised many things my father hated. He hated poverty so any beggar was instantly killed. He would have killed me - he made sodomy illegal, and of course, me and Heero… So the people love me.

Another problem is the almost constant stream of women coming to me to try to become my queen. I found it harder and harder to find excuses to refuse, until Heero - clever and beautiful as he is - told me to swear chastity, to never be with a woman. Therefore, I could not have a queen. But I could still have him.

He looks up at me with his dark blue eyes. There is a bored look in them, but he cannot speak to keep up our illusion. I must make it up to him later. I smile at him and pet his head. He makes a strange purring sound and I stifle a laugh - my slave is so responsive to me, and me alone. It's beautiful the way he trusts me.

When finally the evening's business is done, I rise and snap my fingers before his eyes. The people in the room still watch my dominant behaviour of my slave. If only they knew that often he will dominate me as often in bed as I dominate him.

It's only cruel fate that prevents him from being free and me from being with him regardless. I am chained by fate to this throne, and he is kept in slavery by the same fate.

[Heero POV]

My master leads me from the room, a pensive look on his face. He is tense today; something must be bothering him. I will find out.

I don't often show it, but I am so glad I have Trowa for my master. I have learnt to love him, and I would give anything for him, as his father intended. I love him so much. He is a good king, and a wonderful master. He gives me anything I ever want. He even allows me to take him… no slave has ever been allowed that before me, but he gives me it willingly. It's like we're more equals than slave and master.

We were fourteen when he first took me to his bed. I was just beginning to realise how good he was to me. We were bathing together in the bathing pool, alone, and I was massaging him. He turned to me suddenly, and the look in his eyes frightened me until he grabbed my hands, almost crushing them, and pressed his mouth to mine. He took me to his bed that night, and while I was frightened and he was inexperienced, it all felt beautiful.

We hid our special relationship well. More than once, he had to have me whipped and beaten to show he had no favour for me. But he made it up to me a thousand times when he did.

We have reached our room while I was lost in thought. He shuts the door softly behind us and turns to me. He cups my cheek gently and whispers, "Heero…? Do you really not mind being here with me? I mean, you're chained to me by slavery and I cannot give you all the time I want, and I can't be a proper lover to you all the time. I'd hate to think you really… hated me…"

That is what has been troubling him? I nuzzle my face into his palm, then step forward to receive a kiss from my Lord. "I do not hate you. I love you… I told you that. And I once told you, too, that I speak only the truth to you. You are my Lord and master, for me to follow and obey. I do not feel chained by loving you…"

He sighs in relief and crushes his lips against mine hungrily. I submit eagerly to the touch - tonight I feel he will be commanding, and that is one of his ways that I love particularly.

We are slaves to our fate, it's true - but I believe it's a kind fate.