Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Taming ❯ Minor Worries ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: SweetasStrychnine 
Heero gets some advice and begins to see Duo in a new light, not to mention naked. Quatre still isn't talking.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.10.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 1.9K | Status: Completed
Heero gets some advice and begins to see Duo in a new light, not to mention naked. Quatre still isn't talking.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.10.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 1.9K | Status: Completed
Heyla all! Chapter...three I think? I'm tired and stuff and I can't remember what I wanted to say so enjoy! Oh wait, there will be lime at least coming up soon. Maybe next chapter or the one after that. And also, how mean should Relena be? I know I've already said that she's a bitch but should it be the I-was-trained-to-rule-so-I-have-to-be-good-not-nice kind or the I'm-the-goddamned-queen-so-respect-me-peons kind? I like advice and I love reviews!
I still don't own Gundam Wing but I'm working on it...mwha ha ha!
"Wufei, what do I do with him?" Heero, typically an early riser had left Duo peacefully slumbering in his bed before going to confront his friend.
"Do? Didn't you ask Zechs that yesterday?"
"I might have. But his response was unsatisfactory. What kind of an answer is *anything*?"
"The right one. You can use Duo to relieve certain...tensions," said Wufei, trying to put it as delicately as possible. "They have been trained to serve any appetite their master has. Just tell him what you want."
"But...what if he laughs at me?"
"He won't," Wufei said soothingly.
"He might. You saw him, heard him...he called me Hee-chan."
Wufei tried not to smile. "Am I hearing you correctly? The consort to the Queen, an expert swordsman and rider, the man who singlehandedly beat of a troupe of bandits cannot handle a slave?"
Heero remained stonily silent.
Wufei sighed. "If he gets really out of control, you could always beat him."
"Beat him?" Heero concealed his distaste as best he could.
"Take a belt or riding crop and discipline as you see fit, he *is* a slave, after all."
"Um yeah. Okay, I could do that I guess... Is that what you used on your...Meiran?"
"Only once. And she made me regret it." Wufei smiled fondly at the memory. "I married her, you know. Before the bandits came and took her. I freed her and we got married." He was still smiling but a little sadly.
Heero awkwardly patted him on the back. "She might still come back. If anyone could escape, it would be Meiran."
"Yes. She was my strength. She still is. Was that all you wanted to talk about?"
"Yes. No, actually. Duo told me about when he was younger and it was awful. Would it be better if I freed him now? It isn't fair for him to be forced to serve against his will."
"If you free him now, will he be able to take care of himself? A pretty boy like Duo would probably be caught and resold within the week. Zechs mentioned that there was an offer to buy him before mine but it was a condition that he have his tongue cut out. The master liked his looks but not his attitude, you see. Duo is better off with you. If you want to do him justice, teach him how to manage on his own so that when you do free him, he can stay free without starving."
Heero nodded. "I guess I should go to him now anyway, he might be awake."
"Alright. I'll see you later. If you find Trowa, could you tell him I'm here? He may have questions as well."
"Alright but I doubt it. Did you see him staring at that little blonde?"
"Yeah. It's nice to see him fall like that. It doesn't happen often."
"And maybe Trowa will be able to get him past his silence."
"If anyone can it will be him. That's the reason I bought Quatre. They will be good for each other because for once, Trowa will have to do the talking."
"Very sneaky. I'll see you later then?"
"Yes. At dinner if not before."
Heero walked out of the room and began the climb back to his. It never occurred to him to wonder why Wufei had got Duo for him.
Quatre was leaning over his new master, watching him sleep. Strange, he mused, but this one seemed pretty nice. Actually, very nice. But he still couldn't trust him. No matter what a master seemed like at first, they were all the same eventually.
Trowa woke up to aqua eyes staring down at him. Trowa blinked and let out a yell that had the owner of the eyes across the room in a flash. Trowa jumped after him and grabbed Quatre's hand.
"Ah! Oh God. Sorry Quatre, I didn't mean to scare you. I just wasn't expecting you to be there. You sort of scared me, actually. But that's okay!" Trowa said hurriedly as he caught Quatre's expression. "It's good. I'm awake now. Are you hungry, do you want some breakfast?" Trowa was babbling. He knew he was babbling but was powerless to stop himself in the face of Quatre's complete silence. Now he knew how other people felt around him and it was vaguely unpleasant.
"Anyway," Trowa continued, "after breakfast I thought we could get to know each other better. Not like *that*," he said quickly after he saw Quatre's obvious apprehension, "do you have any hobbies? Like to read? Can you read? We could go for a walk or I'll borrow a carriage from Wufei and we can ride somewhere..."
Quatre smiled and shrugged as if to say, whatever you want.
Trowa sighed. "Breakfast first, okay? Why don't you get dressed? I'll turn around."
Trowa turned to face the wall and stood there for a few moments before realizing that Quatre hadn't moved.
"Don't you want to change?"
Quatre nodded.
"Then why...are those the clothes you were wearing yesterday?" He didn't wait for Quatre's nod, "They are. And you don't have anymore? You can wear some of mine." Trowa moved over to the chest at the foot of the bed, pulled out the smallest clothes he had brought and handed them to the smaller boy. "Here you go, now change." Trowa turned around again, feeling very proud of himself that he was resisting the urge to peek. He knew he couldn't betray whatever trust Quatre had in him, but he was so beautiful! Trowa kept his eyes carefully closed until Quatre tapped him on the shoulder. Quatre looked like a child wearing his father's clothes. His hands and feet were lost in the fabric and Trowa bent to help him roll up the sleeves and pants without thinking.
"There, now you won't trip. Ready to go?" Trowa asked with a smile. Quatre nodded and the two went to breakfast.
The sight Heero was greeted to when he got back to his room was breathtaking. Duo lay sprawled across the bed, apparently naked, his dubious modesty only preserved by a well-placed sheet. Heero stood and stared. That gently parted mouth, hair spread all over the pillow, flat stomach exposed, long legs spread under the covers. In his head Heero damned the sheet to an eternity in the fires of hell. Heero took a deep breath and turned to face the door before calling, "Duo, come and have some breakfast."
"Duo cracked one eye open from his position on the bed. Damn, he wasn't looking. Duo gave an exaggerated stretch that caused the blanket on him to shift slightly and rolled over, still pretending to be asleep.
Heero hazarded a look behind him at the slumbering man in his bed and instantly wrenched his eyes back to the wall. Almost instantly, it was quite the view. "Duo, get up," he called, louder than before. Duo moaned something and suddenly the possibility of getting into bed with the man looked much better than breakfast. Heero turned but then noticed the little smirk on his slave's face. Resisting the urge to laugh, Heero walked over to the bed and aimed a smack at the upturned bottom. Duo leapt up with a yelp.
"I'm up! I'm up! Isn't it a little early to be playing *that* kind of game?"
Heero tried to contain his blush. "Ah, Duo? You want to put some pants on?"
"Yeah. Yeah I do. But I wasn't sure if you wanted any morning fun or not and I figured that if you did, there wasn't much point in me getting dressed." Duo paused, giving Heero plenty of time to contemplate all the meanings of the phrase "morning fun." Then he continued with, "But are you sure you want me to get dressed? Don't you like what you see?" Duo twirled and flashed a sexy smile over his shoulder.
"YES! I mean no! That is...you might get cold like that." Heero swallowed, "Please get dressed?"
"Anything for you, master Hee-chan." Without bothering to turn around Duo bent over and grabbed his clothes from yesterday, pulling them on quickly but not *too* quickly.
At the "Hee-chan," Heero winced and debated his alternatives. Yell at him, threaten him, beat him, screw his tight little body into the...damn. That was not an option! He was married...he was the queen's consort...he was...staring at Duo who was looking curiously back at him. Heero sighed, this was not going well.
"Duo, lets go to breakfast."
"Sure Hee-chan, whatever you want."
They went.
I still don't own Gundam Wing but I'm working on it...mwha ha ha!
"Wufei, what do I do with him?" Heero, typically an early riser had left Duo peacefully slumbering in his bed before going to confront his friend.
"Do? Didn't you ask Zechs that yesterday?"
"I might have. But his response was unsatisfactory. What kind of an answer is *anything*?"
"The right one. You can use Duo to relieve certain...tensions," said Wufei, trying to put it as delicately as possible. "They have been trained to serve any appetite their master has. Just tell him what you want."
"But...what if he laughs at me?"
"He won't," Wufei said soothingly.
"He might. You saw him, heard him...he called me Hee-chan."
Wufei tried not to smile. "Am I hearing you correctly? The consort to the Queen, an expert swordsman and rider, the man who singlehandedly beat of a troupe of bandits cannot handle a slave?"
Heero remained stonily silent.
Wufei sighed. "If he gets really out of control, you could always beat him."
"Beat him?" Heero concealed his distaste as best he could.
"Take a belt or riding crop and discipline as you see fit, he *is* a slave, after all."
"Um yeah. Okay, I could do that I guess... Is that what you used on your...Meiran?"
"Only once. And she made me regret it." Wufei smiled fondly at the memory. "I married her, you know. Before the bandits came and took her. I freed her and we got married." He was still smiling but a little sadly.
Heero awkwardly patted him on the back. "She might still come back. If anyone could escape, it would be Meiran."
"Yes. She was my strength. She still is. Was that all you wanted to talk about?"
"Yes. No, actually. Duo told me about when he was younger and it was awful. Would it be better if I freed him now? It isn't fair for him to be forced to serve against his will."
"If you free him now, will he be able to take care of himself? A pretty boy like Duo would probably be caught and resold within the week. Zechs mentioned that there was an offer to buy him before mine but it was a condition that he have his tongue cut out. The master liked his looks but not his attitude, you see. Duo is better off with you. If you want to do him justice, teach him how to manage on his own so that when you do free him, he can stay free without starving."
Heero nodded. "I guess I should go to him now anyway, he might be awake."
"Alright. I'll see you later. If you find Trowa, could you tell him I'm here? He may have questions as well."
"Alright but I doubt it. Did you see him staring at that little blonde?"
"Yeah. It's nice to see him fall like that. It doesn't happen often."
"And maybe Trowa will be able to get him past his silence."
"If anyone can it will be him. That's the reason I bought Quatre. They will be good for each other because for once, Trowa will have to do the talking."
"Very sneaky. I'll see you later then?"
"Yes. At dinner if not before."
Heero walked out of the room and began the climb back to his. It never occurred to him to wonder why Wufei had got Duo for him.
Quatre was leaning over his new master, watching him sleep. Strange, he mused, but this one seemed pretty nice. Actually, very nice. But he still couldn't trust him. No matter what a master seemed like at first, they were all the same eventually.
Trowa woke up to aqua eyes staring down at him. Trowa blinked and let out a yell that had the owner of the eyes across the room in a flash. Trowa jumped after him and grabbed Quatre's hand.
"Ah! Oh God. Sorry Quatre, I didn't mean to scare you. I just wasn't expecting you to be there. You sort of scared me, actually. But that's okay!" Trowa said hurriedly as he caught Quatre's expression. "It's good. I'm awake now. Are you hungry, do you want some breakfast?" Trowa was babbling. He knew he was babbling but was powerless to stop himself in the face of Quatre's complete silence. Now he knew how other people felt around him and it was vaguely unpleasant.
"Anyway," Trowa continued, "after breakfast I thought we could get to know each other better. Not like *that*," he said quickly after he saw Quatre's obvious apprehension, "do you have any hobbies? Like to read? Can you read? We could go for a walk or I'll borrow a carriage from Wufei and we can ride somewhere..."
Quatre smiled and shrugged as if to say, whatever you want.
Trowa sighed. "Breakfast first, okay? Why don't you get dressed? I'll turn around."
Trowa turned to face the wall and stood there for a few moments before realizing that Quatre hadn't moved.
"Don't you want to change?"
Quatre nodded.
"Then why...are those the clothes you were wearing yesterday?" He didn't wait for Quatre's nod, "They are. And you don't have anymore? You can wear some of mine." Trowa moved over to the chest at the foot of the bed, pulled out the smallest clothes he had brought and handed them to the smaller boy. "Here you go, now change." Trowa turned around again, feeling very proud of himself that he was resisting the urge to peek. He knew he couldn't betray whatever trust Quatre had in him, but he was so beautiful! Trowa kept his eyes carefully closed until Quatre tapped him on the shoulder. Quatre looked like a child wearing his father's clothes. His hands and feet were lost in the fabric and Trowa bent to help him roll up the sleeves and pants without thinking.
"There, now you won't trip. Ready to go?" Trowa asked with a smile. Quatre nodded and the two went to breakfast.
The sight Heero was greeted to when he got back to his room was breathtaking. Duo lay sprawled across the bed, apparently naked, his dubious modesty only preserved by a well-placed sheet. Heero stood and stared. That gently parted mouth, hair spread all over the pillow, flat stomach exposed, long legs spread under the covers. In his head Heero damned the sheet to an eternity in the fires of hell. Heero took a deep breath and turned to face the door before calling, "Duo, come and have some breakfast."
"Duo cracked one eye open from his position on the bed. Damn, he wasn't looking. Duo gave an exaggerated stretch that caused the blanket on him to shift slightly and rolled over, still pretending to be asleep.
Heero hazarded a look behind him at the slumbering man in his bed and instantly wrenched his eyes back to the wall. Almost instantly, it was quite the view. "Duo, get up," he called, louder than before. Duo moaned something and suddenly the possibility of getting into bed with the man looked much better than breakfast. Heero turned but then noticed the little smirk on his slave's face. Resisting the urge to laugh, Heero walked over to the bed and aimed a smack at the upturned bottom. Duo leapt up with a yelp.
"I'm up! I'm up! Isn't it a little early to be playing *that* kind of game?"
Heero tried to contain his blush. "Ah, Duo? You want to put some pants on?"
"Yeah. Yeah I do. But I wasn't sure if you wanted any morning fun or not and I figured that if you did, there wasn't much point in me getting dressed." Duo paused, giving Heero plenty of time to contemplate all the meanings of the phrase "morning fun." Then he continued with, "But are you sure you want me to get dressed? Don't you like what you see?" Duo twirled and flashed a sexy smile over his shoulder.
"YES! I mean no! That is...you might get cold like that." Heero swallowed, "Please get dressed?"
"Anything for you, master Hee-chan." Without bothering to turn around Duo bent over and grabbed his clothes from yesterday, pulling them on quickly but not *too* quickly.
At the "Hee-chan," Heero winced and debated his alternatives. Yell at him, threaten him, beat him, screw his tight little body into the...damn. That was not an option! He was married...he was the queen's consort...he was...staring at Duo who was looking curiously back at him. Heero sighed, this was not going well.
"Duo, lets go to breakfast."
"Sure Hee-chan, whatever you want."
They went.