Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Slave to Fate ❯ Playing With Fire ( Chapter 4 )

[Title] Slave to Fate
[Author] Lady Briony
[Pairings] 3x1, 2+4+2, 2+?+2
[Warnings] Slavery, AU, occasional POV's, sap, angst, lemon
[Summary] Trowa and Heero are both slaves to their fates.
[Original Characters in This Chapter]
Lady Alexia, Trowa's mother and the queen (mother also of Willow)
Willow Barton, daughter of Tierne Barton and Queen Alexia, Trowa's half sister
Lucille Bloom, mother of Catherine Bloom, King Torre's lover
King Torre, Trowa's father (father also of Catherine)
Tierne Barton, Willow's father and Alexia's lover

R rated version - fanfiction.net/~LadyBriony
Family Tree (for reference!) - geocities.com/introducing_yaoi/sttfamilytree.htm

Slave to Fate
Chapter 3 (NC17-rated Version) - Playing With Fire

Trowa cracked his neck luxuriously as he stood from his writing desk, stretching his long body. He looked down at his slave with a proud expression. His slave was beautiful in his total absorption in the book Trowa had lent him now he had learnt to read quickly and well. Heero had grown some more in the last year and a half, and now he was fourteen he was well-muscled and of average height. Trowa reached down and tousled his soft, chocolate brown hair gently, to gain his attention.

His hair was shorter than when he had first been gifted him, cut short and convenient at the back but left quite long at the front - though not as long as Trowa's single bang, of course. He looked… cute, with his hair coming down into hard blue eyes that softened a little as he gazed up at his master.

"Master?" He asked softly, putting down his book.

"I promised we'd go and see my mother, my sisters, and Quatre and Duo of course." Trowa told him softly, "Do you want to bring the book?"

"No master. I'd rather not show off that I can read." Heero shook his head hesitantly.

Trowa reached a hand down to help his slave up, grasping Heero's hand tightly for perhaps a moment too long. "Come on then, Heero."

"Yes, master." Heero let a smile turn up his solemn mouth. He liked going to see the Lady Alexia, she was kind to him and he was quite close to Duo and Quatre in a friendly way. He was nowhere near as close to anyone in his whole life as his master though, not even in his past, and he even felt revulsion of other people touching him now. The only person he permitted to touch him was Trowa. And he had hated even that before… before… he couldn't quite remember when he stopped hating his master's touch. When he saved him in the city, perhaps - no, before that, maybe when he started to teach him to read and write, or before that when they spoke of their pasts and home.

It had been a gradual thing, he decided, as he followed his master through the halls.

"Master?" He said softly. His master turned and raised an eyebrow, glancing around to make sure nobody was around to tell tales to his father. Heero waited.

"Go on,"

"Do you love your sisters? Even though they aren't your full sisters?" He asked. He didn't know why that question had sprung to his mind, but it was somehow important to ask.

"Yes… I love Willow, because she reminds me of mother, and because she is the daughter of my mother and the man she really loved… the child she really wanted. And I love Catherine because she respects my mother and doesn't rub Lucille in her face, and is another daughter to her. They're my sisters… I can't help loving my family." He said quietly.

"But you don't love your father, yet he's your full blooded father?" Heero asked, wondering why who his master loved and why was suddenly important.

"I… guess I don't. But I've never been close to my father, though I have been close to Mother, Willow and Catherine. I guess… I wish I had a father who loved me, and I could love, but I don't. I try hard to love the King and I'm sure he tries to love me, but… I always feel as if my real father should be mother's real love, not this politically married man. His name was Tierne, and he was Willow's father."

"When did you find that out, master?" Heero asked, remembering Trowa hadn't known before.

"A few weeks ago, when I asked mother." He grimaced, "She cried. Apparently my father duelled and killed Tierne."

Heero pondered this in shock as his master continued walking. Almost without consciously considering what he was doing, he watched Trowa's shoulders and back, the way his muscles flexed and moved beneath the shirt with his movements. He wasn't aware of the way he stared as his eyes dropped lower until they stood outside Alexia's rooms. He stopped staring and lowered his gaze to the floor as he realised, suddenly aware of how beautiful his master was. It bothered him that he found his master attractive in… that way, and he determined to ask Quatre - the more sensitive of his two friends - whether he could offer advice.

Willow let them in, and Trowa smiled at her. He was glad to be seeing more of his older sister, as before she had hidden away as deep as possible. However, she seemed to be safe now, and she was appearing more around court. "Come in Trowa, Heero." She said with a returned smile, opening the door wider.

Later, Heero found himself conveniently alone with Quatre, the other slave (Duo) gone off on his duties. "Ah… Quatre… can I ask you something?" He asked half-shyly.

Quatre looked at him piercingly. "Go ahead… I'll answer if I can, okay?"

"Yes…" He chanced a glance at Trowa and found him speaking to his mother quietly. He smiled before looking back at Quatre, "Erm… I think I have a bit of a problem with the way I feel about my master…"

"You mean you hate him?" The blonde asked, pale gold eyebrows drawing together, "I mean, any slave hates their master sometimes, but Trowa is really kind and he's always seemed really close to you and all…"

"I… I don't mean that I hate him." Heero said, his cheeks flushing pink. "I… I… I'm attracted to him… I like his touch and the way he looks and sometimes…" He finished in a whisper, his cheeks going darker red. He hated stammering, it was so unprofessional, and he was shy of speaking to this boy all of a sudden. Shyness wouldn't do either!

"Ohh…" Quatre smiled suddenly, "You… want… your master, right?"

"Y-yes." He didn't think he could go any redder. He prayed desperately that no one would see him blushing or hear him making a fool of himself except the slave boy he was asking advice from.

"Heero…" He began carefully, "We all have these kinds of feelings for people. Your master is a… good looking person, and a kind one, and to be around him all the time, yes, you can't be faulted in being attracted to him. I'm…" It was his turn to blush as he confided, "I feel like that around Duo, and Duo… he feels like that around someone too. Because you are close to your master, you feel very close to him and it's somehow right to like him in that way. But if you wanted… more than just to like him in silence, if you know what I mean… then you'd have to think how it would change your relationship and the consequences if you were found out. Sodomy is illegal here, that is why my father was taken slave at one point and why I have never been released, for my own safety."

Heero interrupted him, "The Lady Alexia knows?!"

"Yes, Heero." He smiled sadly, "She likes us to confide in her, and at one point, I confided in her as you are confiding in me. There's no shame in it. But I was saying… if you want Trowa, and he feels the same, then there's no reason you can't…" He made a vague gesture with his hands, then laughed softly, "I'm being silly. There's no reason you can't be with him, as long as both of you take into consideration the possible repercussions of that."

"I don't think he would want to be with me." Heero said, effectually ending the conversation by turning away to look down at his hands. Quatre watched him sadly, knowing what it felt like to believe that.

~*~*~*~

"Master, you're too tense." Heero said softly as Trowa stood from his writing work at his bench.

The tall boy looked down at his slave with a smile and a strange look in his green eyes, "Yes, maybe I am."

"Perhaps you should take a hot bath and a massage, master." Heero said, making it more a statement than a question. They often bathed together, as Trowa liked the company and Heero didn't like to leave his master's side ever since the attempt on his life in the city where they had killed a man.

"Sounds quite good." Trowa agreed, knowing his slave well and knowing he would likely persist until he agreed to have at least the bath or the massage. In the palace, the baths were huge, with a shallow and a deep end and quite long. Sometimes there would be parties in there, conducted wearing skimpy clothes and swimming occasionally in the warm water.

"Now, master?" Heero asked, but again it seemed more of a statement.

Trowa nodded, keeping the illusion that he was the one in command here. "Come on, bring our towels and some oil."

"Yes, master." He was smiling to himself as he did so, and Trowa took a moment to admire his lithe body. His slave was interesting in many ways; intelligent, strong, good looking, honest and also, though this was not so important, obedient and neat. He was a good slave, and Trowa was very possessively proud of him.

The bathing area wasn't too far away, and thankfully nobody else was there. Trowa hated to have to keep his eyes out for threats when he was trying to relax; it defeated the purpose and sometimes made his slave angry with him. Heero could be very cold when he was angry, and Trowa hated the way he would close up on himself and his blue eyes would flash with cold anger. They were a bad pair for that; Trowa was the same.

As Heero went to put their towels in the warmed room where they would stay dry and warm, Trowa stripped off and waded into the warm water. After a moment, Heero came out and did the same, following his master out to the deep end where their feet only just touched the bottom. Trowa sighed loudly as the warm water teased at his senses, beginning to relax taut muscles. "You know, in some countries, apparently baths are small, for one person only." He remarked.

His slave raised an eyebrow, "What use is that, master?"

"I don't know." He shrugged, "Seems silly. You can get cleaner in a bath where you float around and can duck right under. Besides, there are showers after to rinse off the last dirt."

"Yes," Heero forgot to tag on the 'master' that had become so natural to both of them. Trowa looked sideways at him but didn't make a comment.

After a while swimming around in the warm water, Heero rather bossily suggested that his master should move into a shallower bit. Trowa did so, smiling at his slave's 'statement rather than question' way of handling him. But Heero was good at massaging; a skill picked up mainly from experimentation. Trowa relaxed a little as his slave's hands began to rub his shoulders, rubbing deeply to force over-tensed muscles to release and work again loosely.

Heero was finding it difficult to be so close to Trowa. He tried not to but he couldn't help noticing how well made he was, how beautiful he was as his face turned to look at him slightly, and the gasps and low moans caused by the release of tension weren't conducive to Heero staying calm and sane.

Suddenly Trowa turned in the water, grabbing Heero's hands tightly. He stared at him and muttered, "I can't stand this." Heero froze, terrified. What had he done wrong? Why was his master…?

Trowa pulled Heero closer, noticing his fear and frozen state and feeling a bit ashamed that he had sounded so like he was angry. He leaned forward and whispered, "You're beautiful, Heero, I can't help it," then crushed his mouth against those surprise parted lips. For a moment, he thought Heero wasn't going to respond, then his slave returned the pressure on his hands and leaned a little into the somewhat clumsy kiss. They broke away panting, neither quite sure what to do.

"Master…?" Heero asked softly, shock in his dark eyes. Trowa regarded him carefully, just as surprised by his own actions. He hadn't realised how strong his attraction to his bonded slave was, until today in the pool.

Before they could pull apart to a decent distance and release their hands, someone came into the room. Both boys' eyes widened in fear and shock; had they been discovered? Would someone take them to the king with the charge of sodomy? It was too late to let go of each other, so they clung tighter together for support.

Willow startled them as she gasped, "Trowa? Heero?"

"Sister - " Trowa started, releasing one of Heero's hands at last so he could turn to stare at his pale-faced sister. She had golden-red hair and green eyes, taking more after her father than after their shared mother. She looked down at her half-brother with shock.

"Trowa…" She whispered, sitting down slowly by the edge of the pool. Heero moved closer to his master, afraid now of what might happen to them - or what might happen to his master, more than anything else. They had just kissed in this pool, naked; they were both males… there was no denying any of those facts.

"Willow, are you going to take us to my father on the charge of -?" He began anxiously.

"No! Don't say it, someone might hear. But no, I will not do any such thing." She said, her voice faint and soft. "Are you… or just playing around…?" Some of her words were lost in the sudden heavy quality to the air, but they heard most of it.

Trowa shrugged helplessly, "I don't know. I don't know what to - to do, or how, or…"

Willow sighed and got up, brushing her skirt off, "Trowa… once you and your slave have done with your bath, perhaps the prince should go and talk to his mother, alone." She picked up whatever she had gone into the room to fetch and then turned and left.

Heero looked up at his master fearfully. Trowa took both his hands again and looked at him, "Did you… like… my kiss, Heero?"

"I…" He was compelled to answer truthfully by the light in his - beautiful - emerald eyes. "I did, master." He admitted in a low voice.

The other fourteen-year-old smiled suddenly in relief and leaned close; "Can I kiss you again?" He begged softly after a moment.

"I belong to you, master." Heero replied, just as softly.

Trowa closed his eyes with a sigh and leaned forward. Their lips met in a much gentler kiss, and he slid his arms round his slave's shoulders and pulled him close, feeling him respond softly and sweetly. It was a better kiss than their first, and he didn't want to let Heero go for a long moment until finally, they were both lost for breath. They parted slowly, Trowa's arms round Heero's shoulders and Heero's arms tentatively locked round his master's waist.

"Was that a better kiss?" He asked with a strange little lop-sided smile.

"Yes, master." Heero whispered back wholeheartedly. For a moment they just looked at each other, emerald eyes staring into darkened cobalt blue. Then they pulled away and Heero suggested softly that they get out and dried, and then, perhaps, Trowa should go and be with his mother and discuss whatever Willow had told her.

Trowa kissed Heero once more before they left the bath area, told him to go back to their rooms to be safe and do his work, and promised to be back before too long.

~*~*~*~

"I've only kissed him three times, mother!" Trowa said, exasperated.

Alexia glanced to the door and put a finger to her lips, "Hush, baba. In my country, a man feeling things for… another man is allowed, expected in some cases, and tolerated. Do you want to… to be with your slave?"

"In what way?" He asked, deliberately truculent.

"Idiot boy." She hissed, loosing her temper, "It is nothing to be ashamed of, you know! I want you to confide in me and listen to my advice, but I can't help you if you don't answer my question. Do you want to be with Heero, to kiss him, touch him… make love with him?"

Suddenly Trowa flushed, "But mother, I don't know… how. I want… to kiss him and I keep wanting to touch him… but I don't know what it means or if it means I really want to be with him…"

She smiled slightly, "Baba, that's how I can help you. So you do want to be his lover?"

"Yes…" He admitted, thinking of the vulnerable way those blue eyes had been fixed on his when he kissed him goodbye. It made him ache strangely inside to think of that, to think of Heero in their rooms wondering how long he would take. Yes, he wanted to be with Heero in every possible way. He wanted to be his lover.

"And do you know the consequences, the dangers, how to keep your relationship camouflaged by the fact that you should be close anyway?" Alexia asked softly.

"No…"

"And you don't know how to be with him, either?"

"No… how could I know? I've been so sheltered!" He said, suddenly angry.

"Hush, baba. Quatre and Duo and I will try and help you, as we come from a country where it was never illegal to speak at least about sodomy. Quatre's father was taken as a slave for speaking about it in this country, and it's by chance Quatre returned here with me, as he was born into slavery in my own country. But, come on, we will try and help you."

Trowa gaped. This was a side to his mother that he had never suspected, a side that was quick to make up plans. He remembered that she must have made similar plans with her slaves and her own mother to be able to have Tierne Barton as her lover. Now she was making plans to ensure her son's happiness. It was a strange thought.

~*~*~*~

Nervous still, not confident with the knowledge so newly gained from his mother and her slaves, Trowa entered his rooms. Heero was sitting on the floor reading a book, his face - as Trowa had noticed before - utterly peaceful and beautiful in his total absorption of the words.

"Heero." He said softly, to draw his attention.

His slave looked up and smiled, putting the book aside and standing. He didn't dare move closer, assuming perhaps that Trowa's mother had tried - and possibly succeeded in - talking him out of wanting to be with his slave.

Trowa hated that uncertainty in his face and he reached his arms out. The look on Heero's face then was amazing, wide-eyed and happy, as he stepped into his master's embrace and accepted a little kiss. When he pulled away Trowa kept his face close and whispered, "My mother wants me to be happy, with you if that's what makes us happy. Will it make you happy?"

"Yes, master… It would." He whispered back. "Master, will it make you happy? That's what is important."

"Heero… we're both running a risk in this. Homosexuality and sodomy are crimes here. It's important that I know you will be happy with me, else I won't want to do this." Trowa told him, sincerity on his face that Heero couldn't deny.

"Yes, I will be happy, master." Heero bobbed his head eagerly, and Trowa smiled and kissed him again, gentle and wanting.

"First rule we must have is… lock the door." He said softly when he pulled away, and before he could move to do it, Heero had darted out of his arms, fetched the key and locked the door so they couldn't be disturbed. "Good," Trowa praised as Heero stood before him again; cheeks flushed a little in - what? Excitement? Anticipation?

"Master…?" Heero whispered timidly as he wrapped his arms round him.

"What is it?" Trowa asked, smiling at him.

"I don't know anything about this…"

"Mother and Quatre and Duo have been… giving me a general idea." He reassured him, "I think I know what to do. But we'll have to…" He stopped, embarrassed, looking down at the slave in his arms. He smiled as Heero nodded, lifting his head and kissing him. Slowly, he reached for the bottom of his slave's shirt and stopped, his fingers touching the warm skin beneath it. "Heero?"

Heero's face was still flushed, and his eyes were burning into his masters as he nodded and raised his arms to let the shirt come off. Shyly, he reached out and helped his master out of his shirt, and then they faced each other again. Trowa laughed suddenly at their shyness and kissed Heero full on the mouth, wrapping strong arms round him and leading him back to the bed. They sprawled out awkwardly on the bed, the taller boy holding his slave close on his chest.

Heero's slender, skilled fingers ran over his master's muscled chest, curious, questing. Trowa rolled back a little, allowing Heero full access to him. The light, which had been a single reading lamp, flickered, and Trowa moaned as Heero's fingers passed over his nipple. Startled, Heero looked up, but Trowa nodded encouragement and gasped as Heero lowered his face and began to trace his master's torso with an agile tongue. He passed over Trowa's nipples again and his chest rose a little into that coaxing warmth of Heero's mouth. Heero nodded to himself slightly and began to suck, flicking his tongue against one hardening nipple and tasting Trowa's skin; warm cinnamon and ginger. The young prince tangled one hand in his slave's short hair and the other hand stroked his shoulder reassuringly.

Trowa's muscles flinched as the warm tongue explored lower, making him ticklish. He writhed a little and Heero chuckled, sitting up and looking down at his master impishly. Trowa wondered if he might not come to regret giving his slave so much control. He started another trail down his master's exposed chest, nipping lightly now and then as he trailed his tongue leaving a wet trail and kissed gently. When he got down to Trowa's stomach, his tongue thankfully pressed harder to stop tickling quite as much, but it was a long time before Heero was satisfied with his work.

When Heero sat back again, Trowa locked a leg round his waist and rolled them so he was above Heero, taking care not to let all his weight come down on him. "Now you're at my mercy." He whispered, and the other boy shuddered. Trowa was just as curious about his slave, and he repeated Heero's actions, exploring his chest with mouth and lips, kisses, warm trails and caresses of his tongue and little nips from white teeth.

"Ohh… master… master… please…" Heero couldn't help the words that spilled from his mouth, pushing his body into Trowa's touch, begging with his voice and eyes both for something more. His hips arched up a little as Trowa's hands undid his brown slave trousers, and the ache in his body intensified.

"Do you want me?" Came a low-pitched whisper as Trowa rose up over his body and kissed his neck, nestling his nose against his nervous partner.

"Please… master…" Heero breathed, thrusting his body up into Trowa's. As his master continued to kiss, his hands were undoing the trousers and lowering them, stripping his slave naked of both clothes and defences. "Master…" His breath hitched and he panicked momentarily. "Master!"

"Don't worry," Trowa reassured him, hands caressing his smooth thighs but making no move to turn it into anything more sexual. "But what's the problem?" His voice was low with desire, but warm with worry and Heero found himself choking on his explanation.

"I am scared… master…" He admitted, cringing a little.

Trowa's eyes flashed a little in hurt, but his mouth trailed kisses along his jaw line and up to his mouth, kissing him full to give him the most reassurance he could. "Heero… Please trust me. I will not hurt you… I told you… Quatre and Duo have helped me…"

"I know… you will not hurt me." Heero agreed, and before Trowa could say anything else, he snaked his hands out to undo his master's pants and push them down.

"It may hurt a little," Trowa admitted hesitantly, "But I hope it won't be bad…"

"…trust you, master…" A low moan came with the words as Trowa, understanding, stroked his arousal with a gentle, coaxing hand.

"Say my name." The other boy requested softly as he had Heero's hips bucking into his hand.

"Master?"

"Say it. Trowa… please say it, Heero. I've never heard you say it, really."

Heero considered the request as he forced out the word. He had always known his master - Trowa - as master, at first in a terribly formal way, and latterly as a word which confirmed his belonging, his master's ownership of him. He could never stop calling Trowa master, it was in his heart and mind, imprinted there as a word of love. "…Trowa… master…."

It wasn't the time to ask, but Trowa wondered if Heero would prefer to call him by his name rather than remind himself every time he said it that he was no longer his own person. He didn't realise he had thought aloud until the boy beneath him reached up a shaking hand to caress his face lovingly and replied, "Master, I want you to own me… I - I belong to you, forever, master. I am yours."

"O-ohh…" Trowa gasped as Heero reached out for him as he said the words. Finally, he pulled back regretfully and cupped his slave's cheek, kissing deeply. "Heero… to be inside you I have to… I'll have to prepare you…" As he said that, he realised that he also needed something to make his fingers slide easier.

Heero thought of that in the same moment and ducked his head slightly to catch Trowa's fingers in his mouth. He rolled his tongue over them, wetting them thoroughly as he could. Trowa caught on and with his free hand, spread Heero's thighs and caressed and kissed him as he waited until he judged his fingers fully dampened. Then he withdrew them and repositioned himself between Heero's legs.

"Master… please…" Came the whimper urging him on as Trowa looked down at his naked, beautiful slave, every part of him perfect in proportion and size. Trowa looked down at his cock, perfect as the rest of him, hard and leaking with need. Watching him in this way, he felt another wave of desire pushing through him, and he groaned.

He wanted to let his slave know what was going through his head as he reached between his legs to find the small entrance that Duo had described. As his finger pushed against it, he spoke softly, looking up quickly to Heero's flushed face, "You're beautiful, my love…"

Heero's breath hitched as that finger pushed inside him, opening him up for the first time, the sensation burning a little, not slipping in quite easily enough. He forced himself to remain trusting, open… he trusted master. He mentally noted that next time they should use something more slippery. He felt his spirit warm to Trowa's words and his loving touch. He loved hearing the possessiveness in his tone, the way Trowa confirmed he was his with the words 'my love'. As he thought about it, Trowa's finger pushed all the way inside him, some muscle giving against it, and he cried out, throwing his hips away from the intrusion then forcing himself to stop.

Trowa knew it had to be hurting and he leaned down, his finger remaining still inside his slave, kissing and soothing Heero. It didn't take long for him to adjust to the slight pain and he whispered, "Master… do it…"

Trowa began to ease the finger further inside, soothing, stroking, as gentle as he could. Slowly, he slipped another finger in alongside it, scissoring, stretching, and stroking. Heero moaned with the feeling of being filled becoming pleasant. A third finger, and Heero became caught up in his master's rhythm, rocking with the pushing of his fingers, his breath coming harsher, beginning to pant.

When Trowa, slowly, removed his fingers from Heero, the slave panted and lay back. He spread his legs wide and looked up at his master. "Now master… please…"

Hesitating, Trowa knew he was as scared as his slave was. But then the brunette reached out from where he lay, closing his hand around his master's cock and stroking. "H-Heero…!" Trowa gasped. And suddenly he wasn't afraid anymore.

Positioning himself between Heero's legs, he guided his cock into him. Heero's head went back and he groaned, tears rushing into his eyes from the throbbing sting of it. Anxious, Trowa leant forward over him as a tear trickled down his proud face, "Heero?"

"It hurts… but it's so good…" Came a whimper. "More, please, more!"

"I don't want to hurt you," Trowa said anxiously, and Heero's hands gripped his shoulders.

"Please, master…"

Unable to refuse his slave, he began to rock gently, in and out very slightly. The friction between his cock and Heero's warm body made him gasp, feeling his arousal become even harder. He quickened the pace a little, rocking faster, still shallow, gentle thrusts. Heero wrapped his legs round his body, pulling him closer and consequentially pushing him deeper. He groaned his slave's name, "Heero… uh…"

"Master…" Half-sobbed Heero in reply, legs tightening round his waist, one hand clamping onto his shoulder, squeezing and relaxing at the same rhythm as Trowa's thrusts. As Trowa started to thrust deeper, Heero tried to catch his rhythm and pushed himself back a little onto each thrust.

Heero was open, a crab pried loose from his shell. As his master moved within him, he was as fragile and vulnerable as a new-hatched butterfly, trusting in his master to keep him safe. If Trowa has said one wrong word then, the other young boy would have been broken. No one had ever been that close to him - he had guarded against it constantly.

But Trowa didn't say a wrong word, and he continued to make love to Heero as gently as he could until Heero was begging him to go faster, take him harder. They found a rhythm, and Trowa felt as if the rhythm was everything - his blood pulsed with it, his heat racing with it, his breath gasping to it's time.

As Heero gripped at him, friction and pressure within him giving way to orgasm that made his body tighten, his strong hands clenching into fists, Trowa went with him. He couldn't think how this was bad, why his father forbade it so strongly - it felt so right, so good. Heero cried out, and Trowa bent down and kissed his throat, kissing, sucking and biting with passion as his orgasm washed over him, his come releasing inside his slave's body.

And the feelings of pleasure passed, leaving him pleasantly drained, liquid in the arms of his slave that slowly reached up and wrapped around him. Softly he whispered, "I love you, Heero."

There was a pause and then Heero replied in the same soft tones, as if afraid to voice it aloud, "I love you too, master." And he tightened his arms and pulled his master close.

Trowa sighed and buried his face in Heero's warm shoulder. He smiled rather fuzzily as Heero brought the cover up around them, and he surrendered himself into Heero's easy embrace. It occurred to him, lying there just before sleep, that his father had given him someone who would somewhat atone for the king's lack of love for his son.

T.B.C. A.S.A.P.

Last notes - thanks to all reviewers. Sorry that after the quick updates came this massive yawning gap, and I hope I haven't lost anyone that way! But here it is, back again, and hopefully I'm back on track, too. If you want to look out for it, I'm posting up a new 1x3, called "The Strangest Places".