Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Taming ❯ Explanations ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: SweetasStrychnine 
Duo explains a little of his and Quatre's pasts to Heero.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.04.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 2.0K | Status: Completed
Duo explains a little of his and Quatre's pasts to Heero.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.04.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 2.0K | Status: Completed
So this is my latest chapter. I still don't own Gundam Wing but you wait... Anyway, yeah, this story is up at ff.net as someone pointed out and I'm trying to edit before posting here but it might not always work out perfectly. And I plan to post lemons here that I can't (due to some unfortunate circumstances) post there. So no, they're not exactly the same but if the feedback is as positive as it has been, I'll post here as fast as I can. Thanks sooo much to the people that reviewed!
Explanations
"Well," said Trowa when they reached his room, "I guess we'll be staying together so..." He trailed off as his eyes took in the one bed in the corner. Trowa turned towards Quatre who was curling up on the floor in another corner. "Um...look, you don't have to sleep on the floor. We can share the bed." He saw the nervous expression on Quatre's face and tried to smile reassuringly. "I mean, the bed is pretty big and we don't have to touch or anything." Quatre gave Trowa a searching look and then climbed onto the bed, lying stiffly as close to the edge as he could and holding the blankets to his chin in a death grip. Trowa looked down at him and sighed. "Quatre, I've never had a, um, slave before but I can assure you that I'd never hurt you and I...I hope that you can come to trust me someday. Goodnight." He impulsively leaned over and smoothed a gentle hand over Quatre's golden hair before turning over and falling asleep.
Beside him, Quatre lay awake, thinking about Trowa's words and the soft brush of his fingers.
*******
"One bed," Duo observed upon reaching Heero's room, "you don't waste any time. How do you want me?"
"Want you?"
"Yeah. On my back, on my knees, against a wall-"
"No!" Heero said, too loudly.
Duo looked at him. "You have more exotic tastes?"
"No! Couldn't we just talk?"
"Talk? Oh! Okay,...um..." Duo put on a seductive voice. "I want to feel you. On me, in me, pounding me into the mattress until I-"
"Duo?"
" can't take any more. I'm bad. Please master, hurt me nice? Make me feel-"
"Duo!" Heero ran to the bathroom, his nose spurting blood.
"What?" Heero emerged with a cold cloth pressed to his face. "I'm not used to talking dirty but if you tell me what you want to hear I'm sure-" Duo began.
"I didn't mean that. I just wanted a conversation, get to know you better."
"Oh." There were a few moments of awkward silence. "So what did you want to talk about?" Duo asked eventually.
"Why don't you tell me about yourself? How did you become a...um..."
"Bodyslave. Right. Well, I was an orphan. Most of us are - who would want their kids to do this? But anyway, the orphanage I was at was great. It was church run and really poor but the people in charge were really caring." Duo had a soft, faraway look in his eyes that seemed completely at odds with his previous brazenness. "They taught us to read and write, and told us stories and told us that it didn't matter that we were alone because they would take care of us. They were..." Duo eyes hardened, "They were stupid. They had no money and when the Duke demanded orphans for slaves in lieu of taxes they refused. Father Maxwell, Sister Helen, they killed them and then *all* the orphans became slaves. They had sent me to try and get help from the Pope at the time so I'm the only one that escaped. Although not very far, when you consider my present position." Duo gave a bitter laugh.
"What happened after that?"
"I spent a few weeks scrounging for food until I met Solo. He told me he had a master who would feed me so I went home with him and ended up with Treize. He soon showed me the ropes, let me tell you. Actually quite literally. I remember this one time when I-"
"And Quatre?"
"He came to Treize soon after me."
"How?"
"Treize bought him."
"From?" Heero would have asked anything to keep the conversation going so he didn't have to *do* anything.
"From...I don't know their names. They were just passing through."
Heero said nothing and Duo seemed to think his comment needed more explanation. "See Quatre's father...Quatre told me all this because he trusts me and he doesn't trust anyone because...he was hurt...a lot. His father never really liked him, you know. He was the youngest child and after he was born his mother got really weak and when she died, Quatre's father blamed him and of course Quatre blames himself. But Quatre's father, he started drinking. And then he started gambling and ignoring his lands until he was way into debt and the owner of the gambling house told him that if he didn't pay, he would take Quatre. I'm sure it was just a threat and he thought that he would get the money but he ended up with Quatre. So he sold him to some other men who had him for a while and then they sold him to Treize. He didn't tell me what happened in between.
"I...that's really sad. Both stories. You've lived a hard life."
"Duo's eyes flashed at the pity on Heero's face. "I don't need your sympathy and neither does Quatre. That wasn't why I said it. You asked, I told, I live to please." He gave a mocking half bow. "Now if you don't want anything else I'll go to sleep, I had a long day of traveling."
"Yeah, good idea. Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
Explanations
"Well," said Trowa when they reached his room, "I guess we'll be staying together so..." He trailed off as his eyes took in the one bed in the corner. Trowa turned towards Quatre who was curling up on the floor in another corner. "Um...look, you don't have to sleep on the floor. We can share the bed." He saw the nervous expression on Quatre's face and tried to smile reassuringly. "I mean, the bed is pretty big and we don't have to touch or anything." Quatre gave Trowa a searching look and then climbed onto the bed, lying stiffly as close to the edge as he could and holding the blankets to his chin in a death grip. Trowa looked down at him and sighed. "Quatre, I've never had a, um, slave before but I can assure you that I'd never hurt you and I...I hope that you can come to trust me someday. Goodnight." He impulsively leaned over and smoothed a gentle hand over Quatre's golden hair before turning over and falling asleep.
Beside him, Quatre lay awake, thinking about Trowa's words and the soft brush of his fingers.
*******
"One bed," Duo observed upon reaching Heero's room, "you don't waste any time. How do you want me?"
"Want you?"
"Yeah. On my back, on my knees, against a wall-"
"No!" Heero said, too loudly.
Duo looked at him. "You have more exotic tastes?"
"No! Couldn't we just talk?"
"Talk? Oh! Okay,...um..." Duo put on a seductive voice. "I want to feel you. On me, in me, pounding me into the mattress until I-"
"Duo?"
" can't take any more. I'm bad. Please master, hurt me nice? Make me feel-"
"Duo!" Heero ran to the bathroom, his nose spurting blood.
"What?" Heero emerged with a cold cloth pressed to his face. "I'm not used to talking dirty but if you tell me what you want to hear I'm sure-" Duo began.
"I didn't mean that. I just wanted a conversation, get to know you better."
"Oh." There were a few moments of awkward silence. "So what did you want to talk about?" Duo asked eventually.
"Why don't you tell me about yourself? How did you become a...um..."
"Bodyslave. Right. Well, I was an orphan. Most of us are - who would want their kids to do this? But anyway, the orphanage I was at was great. It was church run and really poor but the people in charge were really caring." Duo had a soft, faraway look in his eyes that seemed completely at odds with his previous brazenness. "They taught us to read and write, and told us stories and told us that it didn't matter that we were alone because they would take care of us. They were..." Duo eyes hardened, "They were stupid. They had no money and when the Duke demanded orphans for slaves in lieu of taxes they refused. Father Maxwell, Sister Helen, they killed them and then *all* the orphans became slaves. They had sent me to try and get help from the Pope at the time so I'm the only one that escaped. Although not very far, when you consider my present position." Duo gave a bitter laugh.
"What happened after that?"
"I spent a few weeks scrounging for food until I met Solo. He told me he had a master who would feed me so I went home with him and ended up with Treize. He soon showed me the ropes, let me tell you. Actually quite literally. I remember this one time when I-"
"And Quatre?"
"He came to Treize soon after me."
"How?"
"Treize bought him."
"From?" Heero would have asked anything to keep the conversation going so he didn't have to *do* anything.
"From...I don't know their names. They were just passing through."
Heero said nothing and Duo seemed to think his comment needed more explanation. "See Quatre's father...Quatre told me all this because he trusts me and he doesn't trust anyone because...he was hurt...a lot. His father never really liked him, you know. He was the youngest child and after he was born his mother got really weak and when she died, Quatre's father blamed him and of course Quatre blames himself. But Quatre's father, he started drinking. And then he started gambling and ignoring his lands until he was way into debt and the owner of the gambling house told him that if he didn't pay, he would take Quatre. I'm sure it was just a threat and he thought that he would get the money but he ended up with Quatre. So he sold him to some other men who had him for a while and then they sold him to Treize. He didn't tell me what happened in between.
"I...that's really sad. Both stories. You've lived a hard life."
"Duo's eyes flashed at the pity on Heero's face. "I don't need your sympathy and neither does Quatre. That wasn't why I said it. You asked, I told, I live to please." He gave a mocking half bow. "Now if you don't want anything else I'll go to sleep, I had a long day of traveling."
"Yeah, good idea. Goodnight."
"Goodnight."