Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Slave to Fate ❯ Connections ( Chapter 5 )

[Title] Slave to Fate
[Author] Lady Briony
[Pairings] 3x1, 2+4+2
[Warnings] Slavery, AU, occasional POV's, sap, angst, lime
[Summary] Trowa and Heero are both slaves to their fates.
[Original Characters in This Chapter]
Queen/Lady Alexia, Trowa's mother, married to Torre
King Torre, Trowa's father
Willow Barton, Trowa's sister, illegitimate daughter of Alexia and Tierne
Tierne Barton, Willow's father, Alexia's lover

Slave to Fate
Chapter Four - Connections

"Master?" Heero's voice was quiet, hoping not to disturb his lover if he was still asleep. Slowly, on getting no response, Heero edged one arm out from beneath his master and lay back down, pressing his face into his love's chest. "I love you," He murmured wonderingly into Trowa's bare skin. He was surprised by the ease in which he said it, he had thought that something so strongly forbidden would be hard to break away from. But no, it felt good. It felt right, and he relaxed.

A knock came at the door, and Heero remained still, praying whoever it was would take the hint from silence and leave. He had locked the door the night before, so they couldn't barge in, but they would wake Trowa and he wanted him to sleep longer. He liked to watch him sleep.

But the knock at the door came again and finally a gentle voice, "Heero? Trowa? It's Lady Alexia."

Unable to leave Trowa's mother standing out there, Heero prepared to get up, nuzzling Trowa's throat and kissing it gently before he rose. He slipped on a robe, pulled the covers up over his master's nakedness, and opened the door timidly. Alexia entered quickly, graceful in her long dark skirts, and shut the door. "How are you this morning, Heero?" She asked with a knowing smile.

Heero thought about it. He felt wonderful, but also a little sore. Honestly, he replied, "I'm feeling good, thank you."

"I just wanted to come and make sure you were alright." She explained, "There are things that can go wrong and… never mind. He's asleep then?"

"Not anymore." Trowa propped up on his elbows and looked at his mother. "I've just woken up."

Alexia smiled. She loved her son dearly, and knew his grumpy voice was feigned. She moved over to his side and leaned down, kissing his forehead like he was a child again, "And how are you, baba?"

Trowa flushed a little. He felt a little childish, being called baba and being kissed by his mother, and he suddenly felt embarrassed by it and self-conscious before his lover like he never had before they had become lovers. But the other boy, his slave, moved to the side of the bed and perched beside him. Alexia laughed at the possessive look both boys wore on their faces when they looked at each other and made for the door, "I'll leave you to it, then." She paused, "Remember; always lock the door." And then she left.

Trowa raised his eyes to Heero's half-shyly. After what they had shared the night before, he couldn't think of a thing to say at all. He suddenly felt shy of him. But Heero's lips parted gently as he gave a genuine smile, and he couldn't help himself, tilting his head up for a kiss. Pulling back, he found words again, "Are you alright? Did my mother wake you?"

He nodded to both questions, shuffling a little closer to his master on the bed. Trowa caught the movement and chuckled, sitting up fully to pull Heero into a long kiss, more passionate than the first of the day. He held him there for long moments, enjoying the movement of his lips and tongue and gently caressing his shoulders. He felt Heero's hands tentatively touch his back as he draped his arms round him lightly, shyly. He realised that it would take time for them to find their places again now they were so much closer. The lines dividing master and slave had blurred, and neither was sure how to find their boundaries with each other anymore.

"You'd better lock the door again," Trowa breathed after a few more moments. Heero nodded and kissed him again, mouth working deliciously against his, and Trowa tried to pull him close again, forgetting about the door, but regretfully the slave pulled back and hurried across the cold stone floor to lock the door once more. The he was back on the bed, and Trowa was kissing him again, pushing him back against the bed and resting his body weight on him. Heero didn't seem to mind, his arms encircling his master's slender waist and pulling him closer against him.

After a few long minutes of more passionate kissing, the pace slowed to gentle little kisses, Trowa's mouth moving away from Heero's, moving along his jaw, nibbling here and there, kissing, moving down to kiss his exposed throat. Then he worked back up his jaw, following it up behind his ear, breathing in the scent of his hair, kissing back down again to his shoulder. Heero gasped softly at his master's questing mouth, tilting his head back further.

Trowa came back up, kissing his mouth gently before pulling back to allow air to come between them. "Maybe we should get up." He said presently, brushing his lover's long fringe back. "People will be wondering where we are."

"We'd better wash first," Heero said firmly, pushing Trowa off him a little. "And then dress, and then we can go for breakfast."

"It'll be too late for breakfast by then," He protested.

Heero fixed him with an intense, familiar steely-eyed look, "Not if we start now." He pointed out. Sighing, Trowa stayed him for a moment to kiss him on the mouth.

"Alright. But you get to wash me." He said stubbornly, "It'll be quicker."

Heero didn't look happy and Trowa wondered if he had overstepped himself and was about to apologise. But then Heero nodded and took a cloth and a bowl of water to the bed. "Lay back, then." He said softly. Trowa lay back and shut his eyes, enjoying the sure, steady hands of his lover and slave as he cleansed him thoroughly. He left his face till last and lingered over it, sweeping his cloth up over the arches of his eyebrows, down his nose, back over his eyebrows again. He finished by leaning down and kissing his forehead tenderly.

Trowa opened his eyes, and caught Heero blushing slightly. He looked extremely cute, and Trowa couldn't help smiling. Then he was forced to catch the bundle of clothes that his slave flung at him.

Only five minutes later they were ready. Heero took a deep breath and opened the door, holding it open for Trowa and then walking behind him. As he walked, he realised how sore he felt. It was nothing Trowa had done wrong, it was probably only because it had been his first time and neither of them had ever done anything of the sort again.

He followed Trowa down the hallway, his stomach churning. Despite the fact he knew that he was acting the same as always, he felt like he must be acting different because of what happened. He felt as if a huge arrow was pointing to him saying 'sodomite'. His face flushed as he caught someone looking at him and his breath came shorter.

Trowa realised his slave was having a panic attack, and knew he had to do something about it - to save him from crying or something for no discernible reason. He turned and put an angry expression on his face, "Stop snivelling! You made a mistake; you paid for it. Now stop it!"

Heero looked shocked for a moment, and then the comprehension dawned in his eyes. As Trowa started walking again, he shot what he hoped was a resentful look at his back and bit his lip. As someone laughed and stared at him, he threw a murderous glare at them and quickened his pace, almost treading on his master's heels.

Later that morning, as they exited the dining room, someone stopped Trowa, "Heard you finally beat your slave, licked him into shape a little."

Trowa turned and gave Heero a long, considering look. "Yes, it needed to be done. He was getting above himself."

The slave gave his master a deeply hateful look and scuffed his bare feet against the stone. He didn't speak. He followed his master as he continued to Queen Alexia's rooms. Willow let them in, smiling at both brightly. "Brother, Heero," She greeted them. Quatre smiled at Heero and beckoned him over.

"How are you? Did it go well?" He asked, eyes twinkling. Duo was sat beside him, but he didn't add a comment, which was unusual. Instead he gave Heero a strange look and then stood, going into another room. Quatre spared a look for him, a look full of sympathy for some reason. Then he turned back to Trowa's slave and grinned encouragingly, "Was it good?"

"It was." Heero shot a surprisingly tender look at Trowa. Quatre smiled; the thought of the love between master and slave was sweet in itself, and the look the usually conservative Heero sent his master was full of warmth and love in a way he rarely expressed.

"Do you love him, Heero?"

Quatre almost missed the quiet whisper in response, though he couldn't have missed the sad, heart-wrenching look Heero was giving Trowa, "With all my heart. But… It could never last."

The blonde was indignant, "Why ever not?"

"Because I am a slave and he is a prince. He will be married off someday, and I will be little more than a bodyguard."

"He may refuse to marry. Listen, Heero… Trowa's heart is not fickle. You are his first love, and I think that once he has given his heart to you, he isn't going to change it. If he has to, he'll run away with you, commit suicide with you, kill for you… don't take his love lightly." Quatre looked pained as he glanced toward the room where Duo had gone, and lowered his voice, "I think he will love you for the rest of his life."

Heero smiled wistfully and looked over at Trowa thoughtfully. Quatre stood up, putting a hand gently on his shoulder and squeezing, then he followed Duo into the other room. After a few minutes, Heero went to sit by Trowa's feet opposite his mother. Trowa smiled down at him and stroked his hair gently. Alexia smiled.

Heero was half-asleep, curled up at Trowa's feet, before the queen finally plucked up the courage to ask her son, "Trowa… my baba… I have to know. Do you love Heero? It's not that I don't support you or anything like that, but I have to know how much you want to be with him… I'm sorry, but I really do need to know if you love him…"

Trowa looked down at Heero with a gentle expression, and nudged his shoulder gently with his foot. Then he looked up and met his mother's eyes, emerald to emerald. "Yes. I love him with all my heart."

"And does he - "

"I love my master with all my heart, mistress." Heero said, rousing himself. He sat and regarded Alexia with his dark eyes, "I will protect him… don't worry."

"Oh…" Alexia looked about to burst into tears, but then she took a deep breath and slid from her chair to kneel beside her sons slave. She spoke to him urgently, as if it was something she had to say before the tears spilled, "Heero, you are also my son, as if you had married Trowa. You are my baba, too."

Heero flushed and swallowed. "As if we were married?" He repeated.

Alexia laughed at him, and nodded, "Yes. You are in love with my son, are you not? And there is no possibility of marriage for you, even if it were not illegal. So simply accept that I will see you as my son-in-law." He nodded silently, overcome by the implications of the gesture.

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The talk buzzed through the corridors as they walked past. "Have you heard - Trowa beat the boy - he tried to kill him! - No, I heard he stole something - I heard that the boy was a member of a secret faction at court!" Heero hunched his shoulders, as if blocking out the rumours, and his eyes were dark behind his hair. Only Trowa knew that behind the seemingly mutinous expression, Heero was amused by their intricate gossip.

Once their door was locked, and they were alone, Heero's face broke into a smile. Trowa grinned at him, "Listen to them, gossiping like magpies, snatching at any piece of juicy rumour like its shiny metal. And they don't even know a hint of the truth." He wrapped his arms round Heero and he came closer willingly. "What do you want to do this evening, then?" He asked, when they were conveniently close and their noses almost touched.

Heero didn't give an audible answer; instead, he leaned further forward until every part of his body touched his masters where possible. He pressed his lips to Trowa's, and the prince groaned at it, aroused once more by the submission of the proud, near untouchable boy giving himself freely to his master.

They didn't talk much that night. But what they did do was so thrilling, no less awkward and clumsy and sweet than the first time they had done it, but somehow binding them even closer together. And already the chains of fate were fastening tightly around their lives, tying their fates and futures together, entwining the strands of possibility around these two young men.

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

Yup, another chapter. I do seem to go in for quick updates, 'cept where lemons are involved, ne? Well, I'm cutting back on the citrus content now, and though it's not cut altogether, I'm making sure it isn't a key point in the plot. Hope you like this chapter, anyway!

Until next time,
~Joanna
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