Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Taming ❯ Dance and Queen ( Chapter 8 )
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By: SweetasStrychnine 
jes so you know i haven't abandoned this one. introduction on queen relena and quatre shows off one of his talents.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.11.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
jes so you know i haven't abandoned this one. introduction on queen relena and quatre shows off one of his talents.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.11.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
Hello? Hello? Anyone still reading? Dude, that sure took, like, nine hundred years. Sorry. I promise to try and do better with the next one. Really. I will. Blame exams and final projects, I know I do. As always, I don't own GW and I don't think little kids should be reading this. Or Shane. Seriously Shane, if you are, get a life.
Chapter 8: Dance and Queen (get it?)
The ride took several days. By the time it was over, the awkwardness that had developed between Duo and Heero after the incident by the stream had finally disappeared. It was difficult to be uncomfortable around someone who was currently sharing your horse and that was how they always rode. Duo, despite Heero's attempts to teach him otherwise, had developed a method of riding that involved clutching at the horse's mane if he was sitting in front, Heero's hair if he was sitting behind and falling off a lot either way. The constant tumbles serve to break the tension, though fortunately none of Duo's bones, and the trip continued at a fairly rapid pace.
They were all looking forward to not having to rise with the sun and ride all day but Trowa was the one who most wanted to get home. Spending all day on a horse was fine for Heero, he was sharing a horse with Duo. Trowa and Quatre each had their own horse and so there was little contact between them. They rode side by side, it was true, but since Quatre still didn't talk, the constant riding didn't allow much actual bonding. Trowa was glad when Heero's castle came into view.
"Master Heero, master Heero come in. Her majesty will pleased. I'll inform her of your arrival." The man who had met them at the door hurried off towards where the queen was, presumably, waiting for her husband and they followed at a more leisurely pace. Duo watched Heero square his shoulders and take a deep breath before entering the throne room. He wondered if the queen could really be that bad, but then smirked to himself. Nothing wrong with a challenge.
Relena sent away the petitioners surrounding the throne and hurried over to see her long absent husband.
"Oh Heero, I'm so glad you're back. I don't want you to leave the castle if every time you do you run away for weeks. People will think you don't love me!" Relena laughed and the others smiled politely. "And Trowa," she continued, "thank you for returning my wayward husband. I'll have to repay you somehow... I know!" She smiled triumphantly, "I'll introduce you to some lovely ladies. You never seem to spend much time at court but once I've introduced you to some of my dear friends you'll never want to leave. Heero," she said turning to him, "haven't I often said that as his friends it was our duty to get Trowa married off to some nice, available lady. Don't you think Dorothy would be perfect for him?"
Duo watched Heero mutter something to himself and then try to answer his wife politely but in such a way as to not get Trowa set up with "that crazy bitch," as he had just called her. It was funny, Duo reflected, the queen immediately turned into a normal woman the moment the public's eye was off her. He smiled inwardly at the almost desperate way she tried to involve herself in Heero's life. Duo decided it was time to save his master. He moved over slightly and flicked Quatre in the face with his braid. Quatre sneezed and immediately caught Relena's attention.
"And who is this? Wufei's wedding present to us, no doubt." She examined Quatre critically, "Well, she's pretty but why on earth is she wearing men's clothes? We'll have to find her a nice dress soon." She bent down until she was at eye level with the little blonde but not eye to eye with him as he kept his gaze carefully lowered. "And she's respectful too! You will call me 'majesty' and Heero 'milord,' do you have any areas of expertise where we should put you?"
Quatre shook his head and looked desperately at Trowa, who possessively took his hand. "Actually, your majesty-"
"Now Trowa, how many times have I told you to call me Relena when we're in private."
Trowa forced a smile. "Actually *Relena*, Quatre here was a birthday present to me."
Heero broke in. "Duo," he nudged his slave, "is mine." Even Relena could not mistake the possessiveness in his voice.
"Oh. She's pretty, but I'm not sure if it's appropriate for a slave to have longer hair than her mistress. Hmm...we can cut the hair and then she'll work in the laundry, I think. After all, if Heero had a female slave serving him, people would talk. It would seem strange, especially before there was an heir." She gave Heero a pointed look.
Heero cleared his throat.
"Oh Heero, Trowa doesn't mind, he's family." Trowa looked panicked at the thought but Relena didn't notice. "Once there's a baby on the way maybe you can have her back in your bed but until then, there is no need."
"Actually, Duo is male."
"Pleased to meet you, your most royal majesty." To everyone's shock Duo knelt, kissing the hem of Relena's dress. "It will be an honor to live in the same castle as the famous queen whose loveliness has hardly been done justice by the rumours." This, at least was true. There were *no* rumours of her loveliness. But Relena was charmed.
"How polite! And I suppose if he's male then there is no reason why he can't continue to serve you, if you want him to."
"That will be fine." Heero said gravely.
"Its not like people will think you are sleeping with him!" Relena laughed as Heero gave Duo a warning glance. "So Duo, what have you been trained to do? Do you have any special talents."
"Actually," Duo began, "I'm great in-"
The three other men knew what was coming but Quatre was the only one who could reach Duo in time. In the guise of pretending to stumble he delivered a swift kick to Duo's ankle.
Duo was barely able to restrain his surprised yelp of pain. "What were you saying?" Relena questioned.
"Oh, well, we were all taught to dance, of course." Duo batted his eyes at Quatre, " But actually Quatre here is much better at it than I am. Your majesty would perhaps like him to dance for you before he and Trowa leave?"
Relena was entranced, she actually clapped her hands, "That would be wonderful. Trowa, will Quatre dance for us?"
"Umm..."
"Of course he will." Duo was only too happy to get a quick revenge. That kick had hurt! But aside from that, Quatre *was* a good dancer, he had nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact, one of Q's dances might be just the thing to cement the relationship between him and his seemingly shy master. Duo was a good friend to Quatre and cared about him a lot. To his way of thinking, Trowa already seemed quite fond of the little slave. If he became attracted to him and then acted on it, Quatre might actually get to experience a normal relationship.
Trowa looked helplessly down at his slave.
Relena clapped happily. "Excellent then. After we have supper Trowa, Quatre can dance for us."
***
He was graceful, Heero had to admit. If it had not been for the braided man sitting at his feet, Heero might have been tempted to try and get to know the blonde slave a little better. He watched as Quatre moved sensuously, twisting his body more than most people would have thought possible. Beautiful. Heero looked over at Trowa, wondering how his friend was reacting to the display feline grace from a slave he was already infatuated with.
Trowa's attention was held so completely the castle could have caught fire and he would never have known. He barely dared breathe as the delicate blonde swayed to the music by the inept musicians Relena had ordered to play for the purpose. Trowa didn't even wince as they hit another sour note; he hadn't noticed.
Trowa's mind was so focused on the beautiful site in front of him that he didn't realize that other people had entered the hall and were watching Quatre's performance. It wasn't until Quatre swayed closer to the inebriated men that Trowa saw them at all. One of the men pursed his lips and whistled at the little blonde. "Relena, is this one up for grabs?" He reached out and pulled Quatre into his lap, hand already reaching into Quatre's too-big pants.
Trowa stood. "No, he is not." He grabbed Quatre's arm and jerked him into a one-armed embrace, his other wrapping around the man's forearm and squeezing.
The man's eyes widened in pain. "Okay, okay, I get it."
Everyone in the hall was staring at the enraged brunette who was completely unaware of the scene he was making. Trowa, who usually took no notice of the serving girls or pretty boys that worked near him, seemed awfully possessive of this one.
Trowa was completely oblivious to the scene he had created but Quatre was not. With a blush that would have put a sunset to shame, he buried his face in Trowa's chest.
Trowa wrapped his arm around the smaller man to hold him in place and stood.
"Oh, Trowa," Relena was back to playing the hostess. "One of the girls can show you to your room. And your slave can stay in the serving quarters?"
"He'll be staying with me."
"Of course." Relena didn't miss a beat. She waved her hand and a small girl hurried forward to lead Trowa, with Quatre still in his arms, away. They followed her up a staircase down what seemed like an endless maze of hallways until they finally stopped in front of a wooden door.
"Here you are, my lord. Is there anything else you require?" The girl curtsied deeply.
"Ah, no." Trowa didn't even notice the fact that this girl was obviously hitting on him, he just wanted to make sure the man in the hall hadn't shaken Quatre up too much. He strode into the room and gently lay Quatre on the bed, ready to gather him into his arms and comfort him or give him space, depending on what he seemed to want. He looked down in surprise.
The instant he had released Quatre, the blonde had made a small sound of protest and blindly reached out for him. Blindly because while Trowa had been carrying him, he had fallen asleep. Trowa smiled down at his sleeping slave and carefully climbed into bed beside him, gathering him into his arms.
Somehow, it just felt right.
Chapter 8: Dance and Queen (get it?)
The ride took several days. By the time it was over, the awkwardness that had developed between Duo and Heero after the incident by the stream had finally disappeared. It was difficult to be uncomfortable around someone who was currently sharing your horse and that was how they always rode. Duo, despite Heero's attempts to teach him otherwise, had developed a method of riding that involved clutching at the horse's mane if he was sitting in front, Heero's hair if he was sitting behind and falling off a lot either way. The constant tumbles serve to break the tension, though fortunately none of Duo's bones, and the trip continued at a fairly rapid pace.
They were all looking forward to not having to rise with the sun and ride all day but Trowa was the one who most wanted to get home. Spending all day on a horse was fine for Heero, he was sharing a horse with Duo. Trowa and Quatre each had their own horse and so there was little contact between them. They rode side by side, it was true, but since Quatre still didn't talk, the constant riding didn't allow much actual bonding. Trowa was glad when Heero's castle came into view.
"Master Heero, master Heero come in. Her majesty will pleased. I'll inform her of your arrival." The man who had met them at the door hurried off towards where the queen was, presumably, waiting for her husband and they followed at a more leisurely pace. Duo watched Heero square his shoulders and take a deep breath before entering the throne room. He wondered if the queen could really be that bad, but then smirked to himself. Nothing wrong with a challenge.
Relena sent away the petitioners surrounding the throne and hurried over to see her long absent husband.
"Oh Heero, I'm so glad you're back. I don't want you to leave the castle if every time you do you run away for weeks. People will think you don't love me!" Relena laughed and the others smiled politely. "And Trowa," she continued, "thank you for returning my wayward husband. I'll have to repay you somehow... I know!" She smiled triumphantly, "I'll introduce you to some lovely ladies. You never seem to spend much time at court but once I've introduced you to some of my dear friends you'll never want to leave. Heero," she said turning to him, "haven't I often said that as his friends it was our duty to get Trowa married off to some nice, available lady. Don't you think Dorothy would be perfect for him?"
Duo watched Heero mutter something to himself and then try to answer his wife politely but in such a way as to not get Trowa set up with "that crazy bitch," as he had just called her. It was funny, Duo reflected, the queen immediately turned into a normal woman the moment the public's eye was off her. He smiled inwardly at the almost desperate way she tried to involve herself in Heero's life. Duo decided it was time to save his master. He moved over slightly and flicked Quatre in the face with his braid. Quatre sneezed and immediately caught Relena's attention.
"And who is this? Wufei's wedding present to us, no doubt." She examined Quatre critically, "Well, she's pretty but why on earth is she wearing men's clothes? We'll have to find her a nice dress soon." She bent down until she was at eye level with the little blonde but not eye to eye with him as he kept his gaze carefully lowered. "And she's respectful too! You will call me 'majesty' and Heero 'milord,' do you have any areas of expertise where we should put you?"
Quatre shook his head and looked desperately at Trowa, who possessively took his hand. "Actually, your majesty-"
"Now Trowa, how many times have I told you to call me Relena when we're in private."
Trowa forced a smile. "Actually *Relena*, Quatre here was a birthday present to me."
Heero broke in. "Duo," he nudged his slave, "is mine." Even Relena could not mistake the possessiveness in his voice.
"Oh. She's pretty, but I'm not sure if it's appropriate for a slave to have longer hair than her mistress. Hmm...we can cut the hair and then she'll work in the laundry, I think. After all, if Heero had a female slave serving him, people would talk. It would seem strange, especially before there was an heir." She gave Heero a pointed look.
Heero cleared his throat.
"Oh Heero, Trowa doesn't mind, he's family." Trowa looked panicked at the thought but Relena didn't notice. "Once there's a baby on the way maybe you can have her back in your bed but until then, there is no need."
"Actually, Duo is male."
"Pleased to meet you, your most royal majesty." To everyone's shock Duo knelt, kissing the hem of Relena's dress. "It will be an honor to live in the same castle as the famous queen whose loveliness has hardly been done justice by the rumours." This, at least was true. There were *no* rumours of her loveliness. But Relena was charmed.
"How polite! And I suppose if he's male then there is no reason why he can't continue to serve you, if you want him to."
"That will be fine." Heero said gravely.
"Its not like people will think you are sleeping with him!" Relena laughed as Heero gave Duo a warning glance. "So Duo, what have you been trained to do? Do you have any special talents."
"Actually," Duo began, "I'm great in-"
The three other men knew what was coming but Quatre was the only one who could reach Duo in time. In the guise of pretending to stumble he delivered a swift kick to Duo's ankle.
Duo was barely able to restrain his surprised yelp of pain. "What were you saying?" Relena questioned.
"Oh, well, we were all taught to dance, of course." Duo batted his eyes at Quatre, " But actually Quatre here is much better at it than I am. Your majesty would perhaps like him to dance for you before he and Trowa leave?"
Relena was entranced, she actually clapped her hands, "That would be wonderful. Trowa, will Quatre dance for us?"
"Umm..."
"Of course he will." Duo was only too happy to get a quick revenge. That kick had hurt! But aside from that, Quatre *was* a good dancer, he had nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact, one of Q's dances might be just the thing to cement the relationship between him and his seemingly shy master. Duo was a good friend to Quatre and cared about him a lot. To his way of thinking, Trowa already seemed quite fond of the little slave. If he became attracted to him and then acted on it, Quatre might actually get to experience a normal relationship.
Trowa looked helplessly down at his slave.
Relena clapped happily. "Excellent then. After we have supper Trowa, Quatre can dance for us."
***
He was graceful, Heero had to admit. If it had not been for the braided man sitting at his feet, Heero might have been tempted to try and get to know the blonde slave a little better. He watched as Quatre moved sensuously, twisting his body more than most people would have thought possible. Beautiful. Heero looked over at Trowa, wondering how his friend was reacting to the display feline grace from a slave he was already infatuated with.
Trowa's attention was held so completely the castle could have caught fire and he would never have known. He barely dared breathe as the delicate blonde swayed to the music by the inept musicians Relena had ordered to play for the purpose. Trowa didn't even wince as they hit another sour note; he hadn't noticed.
Trowa's mind was so focused on the beautiful site in front of him that he didn't realize that other people had entered the hall and were watching Quatre's performance. It wasn't until Quatre swayed closer to the inebriated men that Trowa saw them at all. One of the men pursed his lips and whistled at the little blonde. "Relena, is this one up for grabs?" He reached out and pulled Quatre into his lap, hand already reaching into Quatre's too-big pants.
Trowa stood. "No, he is not." He grabbed Quatre's arm and jerked him into a one-armed embrace, his other wrapping around the man's forearm and squeezing.
The man's eyes widened in pain. "Okay, okay, I get it."
Everyone in the hall was staring at the enraged brunette who was completely unaware of the scene he was making. Trowa, who usually took no notice of the serving girls or pretty boys that worked near him, seemed awfully possessive of this one.
Trowa was completely oblivious to the scene he had created but Quatre was not. With a blush that would have put a sunset to shame, he buried his face in Trowa's chest.
Trowa wrapped his arm around the smaller man to hold him in place and stood.
"Oh, Trowa," Relena was back to playing the hostess. "One of the girls can show you to your room. And your slave can stay in the serving quarters?"
"He'll be staying with me."
"Of course." Relena didn't miss a beat. She waved her hand and a small girl hurried forward to lead Trowa, with Quatre still in his arms, away. They followed her up a staircase down what seemed like an endless maze of hallways until they finally stopped in front of a wooden door.
"Here you are, my lord. Is there anything else you require?" The girl curtsied deeply.
"Ah, no." Trowa didn't even notice the fact that this girl was obviously hitting on him, he just wanted to make sure the man in the hall hadn't shaken Quatre up too much. He strode into the room and gently lay Quatre on the bed, ready to gather him into his arms and comfort him or give him space, depending on what he seemed to want. He looked down in surprise.
The instant he had released Quatre, the blonde had made a small sound of protest and blindly reached out for him. Blindly because while Trowa had been carrying him, he had fallen asleep. Trowa smiled down at his sleeping slave and carefully climbed into bed beside him, gathering him into his arms.
Somehow, it just felt right.