Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Taming ❯ Hell Hath No Fury ( Chapter 10 )
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By: SweetasStrychnine 
Quatre speaks! I told you he would. Relena also begins to get mad at Heero.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.19.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
Quatre speaks! I told you he would. Relena also begins to get mad at Heero.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.19.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
As my sister would say, were I to let her read this, "whoa dramatica!" It is and I apologize. Despite the length of time this took me, I kinda rushed it. Blame personal problems and school. Also, the freakin' computer died so I have to update at school. Funfun. To answer the question that got me off my ass, no I didn't abandon this story. I'm starting the next chapter right about...now... Heads up for the epilogue to "Awkward Situation." I swear it's nearly done.
Warnings: Sex, drugs, rock and roll... well, one out of three. Adult situations, slow updates. You know the drill.
Pairings: 1x2 3x4 5x not sure yet. He might have to wait for a sequal.
I Don't Own Gundam Wing!
Chapter 10: Hell Hath No Fury
Trowa woke very early and spent a few moments just trying to figure out where he was. 'Heero's castle', he remembered at last, 'I finally can spend some time with Quatre.' He rolled away to dress and found the first flaw in his plan. His arm was trapped under the young slave, who also had a firm grip on his bang. Trowa debated trying to pull away but the instant he tried to gently extract himself from the embrace, Quatre tightened his grip and made a small noise of protest. Trowa sighed and did the only thing possible: he wrapped his arms around the little blonde, pulled the warm body closer, and went back to sleep.
Heero woke early as well, mostly due to his military training. He realized that he had returned home and had just spent the night with his wife and walked over to the window to see what the day would bring. Rain. The fat drops had driven the animals in the surrounding farms into the barns and Heero quickly saw that today would have to be spent confined to the castle. With his wife...and... "Duo!"
Heero threw on his clothes and took off to his quarters. Upon arriving there and not finding his slave, he was lost as to where Duo could be. No one had shown the slave around so he couldn't have gone far. With a sinking heart Heero all but ran towards the hall. Sure enough, Duo was sleeping there, curled up in the soot. His arms were tightly wrapped around himself and he was shivering slightly. Heero bent down and scooped him into his arms, feeling a pang of guilt as Duo cuddled up to his warmth without waking. "I forgot him..." Heero carried Duo to his private quarters slowly to avoid waking him up. He placed the smaller man in his bed and was about to tuck him in when he noticed that he was still shivering. Heero thought for a moment.
Common sense, that's all, was Heero's excuse to himself. After all, Duo was showing no signs of warming and so undressing him and putting him to bed was what any normal person would do. And of course climbing in with him was normal too. 'Truth be told,' Heero thought to himself, faking a yawn that wouldn't have fooled anyone, "I'm pretty tired, I should really get some more sleep now." He curled up beside his slave, making sure to avoid his braid, and pulled the covers over them both.
Relena woke up, hours later, and realized her husband was no longer with her. She wasn't surprised, she was so unused to sleeping beside him that it had been a long time before she had fallen asleep that night. Still, where did he go? Relena pulled on a robe and padded out of the royal chambers. Her first instinct proved correct: he was in his rooms, but not alone. *Someone* was hidden under the blankets. This slut had brown hair and seemed to be fairly small. Relena had no idea who she was but she planned to pay careful attention to her servants. She'd find the little whore who was trying to replace her! And as for Heero...he'd learn to respect the queen if it killed him.
When Quatre woke up, the first thing he noticed was that he was surprisingly comfortable. And warm. He rolled over and bit back a yell as he realized he was pressed flush against someone. His pounding heartbeat slowed to normal when he recognized the person as Trowa, his master who had yet to hurt him or even yell at him. Who seemed to accept that he wouldn't talk without trying to force him to do that or anything else. Trowa. Safe. Quatre smiled down at his master and reached out to brush a hand across his face.
Trowa's soldier instincts woke him under the gentle caress and when he saw Quatre above him, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to use a hand to bring him close enough for a kiss. He stopped himself when the blonde was only a breath away. Trowa looked up into the innocent aqua eyes that looked so trustingly into his own. Quatre's lips were slightly parted and his pure skin was gently flushed. Trowa looked searchingly into his slave's face for any sign of fear or unwillingness and, not finding it, his hand completed its journey. His lips met Quatre's and, after a few moments of hesitation, Quatre began to kiss him back.
For his part, Quatre wasn't even thinking about his past or anything else for that matter. His concentration was completely taken up with the intense sensations Trowa was providing him. He opened his mouth in wonder 'who knew a kiss could be so amazing?'
Trowa took advantage of the slight movement and pressed his tongue into Quatre's mouth as his arms tightened around the smaller man.
Quatre moaned, the most noise Trowa had heard him make, and Trowa backed off in surprise. Quatre mewled in protest and Trowa, noting that, reached for him once more.
This is when the maid from last night made her unfortunate appearance. She caught a glimpse of the pair entwined on the bed, shrieked, dropped her tray and fled. Trowa looked at the fallen tray and then at Quatre's questioning look and said, "I think that was breakfast." He smiled and took Quatre's hand. "It looks like we're going to the hall to eat."
When the reached the hall, Trowa was surprised to see Relena already at the table. She looked up at his entrance and smiled.
"Trowa! I wasn't expecting anyone to be up yet. Come and sit while Quatre fetches you a plate form the kitchen."
Trowa sat beside the queen as Quatre hurried to the kitchen on his errand. Two men in the queen's livery were preparing a tray of drinks. As Quatre watched from the doorway, one added a few drops from a small bottle to one of the flagons and then carefully wiped the sides of the bottle before fitting the stopper on.
"Hey, who's he?" One of the men had turned and was staring at the small slave.
"Didn't you see him last night? He came with Lord Trowa."
"Listen to me, blondie," the first man approached Quatre and towered over him, "if you tell anyone what you saw you won't need to worry about taking care of your master, you'll be so ugly that he'll never want to see you again. We'll-"
"Hey, relax. He can't talk. The maids said he was simple."
"Simple?"
"Yeah, but then he don't need much brains to take care of *those* kind o' needs and a pretty little slave like him, that's probably what he's for."
Quatre tried not to blush at the frank discussion of his job. Trowa had never tried to "use" him so the men must be wrong, right? He grabbed the plates and started back to the hall.
"You're probably right. Hell, with a body like that, I'd take him."
"He may be dumb but I bet he can follow instructions real well."
"Heh, yeah." The coarse laughter followed Quatre out the door and inside, he fumed.
Quatre reached the table and deposited the plates at the foot, saving one to place in front of Trowa. He then stood several steps behind his master as custom dictated. Relena nodded approvingly.
"My, he *is* well trained."
Trowa looked up at Quatre apologetically. "Quatre, would you like to eat?"
Quatre nodded with a glance at Relena and sat at Trowa's feet. Trowa grabbed a plate and filled it with food before awkwardly handing it down to his slave. Quatre took the food and began to eat as Heero and Duo finally entered the hall.
"Oh Heero, I missed you this morning. Did you go out for a ride?" Relena's smile was brittle.
"I went to my rooms."
"Oh. Why?"
"I'm used to sleeping alone."
Relena made no response and Heero was thankful for the quiet. A servant came in with a tray and drinks and began to pour. He placed the first flagon in front of Relena but she waved him away. "None for me. Serve Heero."
The liquid was set in front of Heero and he considered it before waving it away as well. "Bring me water," he said, "wine only makes me thirsty."
"Of course, sire."
Quatre jumped at the sound of the voice and landed on Trowa's foot. He met the green gaze staring down at him and then quickly ducked his head as he tried to think...it was...one of the men from the kitchen...
The servant turned to go but Relena cleared her throat. "Perhaps Trowa would like a drink?" Her glare was icy.
"Uh...of course."
Quatre peered up at the table as the drink was placed in front of Trowa. Trowa nodded politely at the servant who was quickly retreating and he turned back to Heero.
Quatre watched as his master and Heero continued to talk but he didn't see them. He was thinking about the men from the kitchen and their strange insistence that he not tell anyone what he had seen. Trowa was picking up the drink, Quatre noted. He was swirling around the liquid absently as he spoke to Heero.
Poison.
The drink was poisoned.
Of course it was, it all made sense. Someone was trying to poison someone at the table and Trowa was going to drink it. And die...
Quatre reached up to tap at Trowa's leg. The brunette met his eyes with a brief smile before looking back across the table. No good. Quatre scooted backwards and met the eyes of the man from the kitchen. He instantly looked away as the man glanced down his body with a leer and motioned him back towards the door. Relena caught the movement and waved Quatre away. With no choice he slowly began walking towards the kitchen.
Quatre glanced back over his shoulder as the man beside him wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him past his hesitation. Trowa was still playing with his drink. Heero paused and Trowa raised the goblet.
Quatre's mind whirled. The man's arm tightened around him as he tried to turn back to his master but Trowa didn't seem to notice. No one did and he couldn't say anything...he couldn't...
Quatre tried to speak and his throat seemed to close up. He had spoken to no one but Duo since he had been rescued by Trieze. A voice in his head seemed to say that Trowa was different. He wouldn't beat him for making noise, he hadn't laid a finger on him. And that kiss...
Heero paused and Trowa began to raise his glass.
Quatre struggled against the man holding him and finally broke free. He threw the arm grasping him away and turned back to the table. Eyes wild, face white save for two red patches on his cheeks, Quatre uttered his first words to a free person in over four years.
"Trowa don't!"
Warnings: Sex, drugs, rock and roll... well, one out of three. Adult situations, slow updates. You know the drill.
Pairings: 1x2 3x4 5x not sure yet. He might have to wait for a sequal.
I Don't Own Gundam Wing!
Chapter 10: Hell Hath No Fury
Trowa woke very early and spent a few moments just trying to figure out where he was. 'Heero's castle', he remembered at last, 'I finally can spend some time with Quatre.' He rolled away to dress and found the first flaw in his plan. His arm was trapped under the young slave, who also had a firm grip on his bang. Trowa debated trying to pull away but the instant he tried to gently extract himself from the embrace, Quatre tightened his grip and made a small noise of protest. Trowa sighed and did the only thing possible: he wrapped his arms around the little blonde, pulled the warm body closer, and went back to sleep.
Heero woke early as well, mostly due to his military training. He realized that he had returned home and had just spent the night with his wife and walked over to the window to see what the day would bring. Rain. The fat drops had driven the animals in the surrounding farms into the barns and Heero quickly saw that today would have to be spent confined to the castle. With his wife...and... "Duo!"
Heero threw on his clothes and took off to his quarters. Upon arriving there and not finding his slave, he was lost as to where Duo could be. No one had shown the slave around so he couldn't have gone far. With a sinking heart Heero all but ran towards the hall. Sure enough, Duo was sleeping there, curled up in the soot. His arms were tightly wrapped around himself and he was shivering slightly. Heero bent down and scooped him into his arms, feeling a pang of guilt as Duo cuddled up to his warmth without waking. "I forgot him..." Heero carried Duo to his private quarters slowly to avoid waking him up. He placed the smaller man in his bed and was about to tuck him in when he noticed that he was still shivering. Heero thought for a moment.
Common sense, that's all, was Heero's excuse to himself. After all, Duo was showing no signs of warming and so undressing him and putting him to bed was what any normal person would do. And of course climbing in with him was normal too. 'Truth be told,' Heero thought to himself, faking a yawn that wouldn't have fooled anyone, "I'm pretty tired, I should really get some more sleep now." He curled up beside his slave, making sure to avoid his braid, and pulled the covers over them both.
Relena woke up, hours later, and realized her husband was no longer with her. She wasn't surprised, she was so unused to sleeping beside him that it had been a long time before she had fallen asleep that night. Still, where did he go? Relena pulled on a robe and padded out of the royal chambers. Her first instinct proved correct: he was in his rooms, but not alone. *Someone* was hidden under the blankets. This slut had brown hair and seemed to be fairly small. Relena had no idea who she was but she planned to pay careful attention to her servants. She'd find the little whore who was trying to replace her! And as for Heero...he'd learn to respect the queen if it killed him.
When Quatre woke up, the first thing he noticed was that he was surprisingly comfortable. And warm. He rolled over and bit back a yell as he realized he was pressed flush against someone. His pounding heartbeat slowed to normal when he recognized the person as Trowa, his master who had yet to hurt him or even yell at him. Who seemed to accept that he wouldn't talk without trying to force him to do that or anything else. Trowa. Safe. Quatre smiled down at his master and reached out to brush a hand across his face.
Trowa's soldier instincts woke him under the gentle caress and when he saw Quatre above him, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to use a hand to bring him close enough for a kiss. He stopped himself when the blonde was only a breath away. Trowa looked up into the innocent aqua eyes that looked so trustingly into his own. Quatre's lips were slightly parted and his pure skin was gently flushed. Trowa looked searchingly into his slave's face for any sign of fear or unwillingness and, not finding it, his hand completed its journey. His lips met Quatre's and, after a few moments of hesitation, Quatre began to kiss him back.
For his part, Quatre wasn't even thinking about his past or anything else for that matter. His concentration was completely taken up with the intense sensations Trowa was providing him. He opened his mouth in wonder 'who knew a kiss could be so amazing?'
Trowa took advantage of the slight movement and pressed his tongue into Quatre's mouth as his arms tightened around the smaller man.
Quatre moaned, the most noise Trowa had heard him make, and Trowa backed off in surprise. Quatre mewled in protest and Trowa, noting that, reached for him once more.
This is when the maid from last night made her unfortunate appearance. She caught a glimpse of the pair entwined on the bed, shrieked, dropped her tray and fled. Trowa looked at the fallen tray and then at Quatre's questioning look and said, "I think that was breakfast." He smiled and took Quatre's hand. "It looks like we're going to the hall to eat."
When the reached the hall, Trowa was surprised to see Relena already at the table. She looked up at his entrance and smiled.
"Trowa! I wasn't expecting anyone to be up yet. Come and sit while Quatre fetches you a plate form the kitchen."
Trowa sat beside the queen as Quatre hurried to the kitchen on his errand. Two men in the queen's livery were preparing a tray of drinks. As Quatre watched from the doorway, one added a few drops from a small bottle to one of the flagons and then carefully wiped the sides of the bottle before fitting the stopper on.
"Hey, who's he?" One of the men had turned and was staring at the small slave.
"Didn't you see him last night? He came with Lord Trowa."
"Listen to me, blondie," the first man approached Quatre and towered over him, "if you tell anyone what you saw you won't need to worry about taking care of your master, you'll be so ugly that he'll never want to see you again. We'll-"
"Hey, relax. He can't talk. The maids said he was simple."
"Simple?"
"Yeah, but then he don't need much brains to take care of *those* kind o' needs and a pretty little slave like him, that's probably what he's for."
Quatre tried not to blush at the frank discussion of his job. Trowa had never tried to "use" him so the men must be wrong, right? He grabbed the plates and started back to the hall.
"You're probably right. Hell, with a body like that, I'd take him."
"He may be dumb but I bet he can follow instructions real well."
"Heh, yeah." The coarse laughter followed Quatre out the door and inside, he fumed.
Quatre reached the table and deposited the plates at the foot, saving one to place in front of Trowa. He then stood several steps behind his master as custom dictated. Relena nodded approvingly.
"My, he *is* well trained."
Trowa looked up at Quatre apologetically. "Quatre, would you like to eat?"
Quatre nodded with a glance at Relena and sat at Trowa's feet. Trowa grabbed a plate and filled it with food before awkwardly handing it down to his slave. Quatre took the food and began to eat as Heero and Duo finally entered the hall.
"Oh Heero, I missed you this morning. Did you go out for a ride?" Relena's smile was brittle.
"I went to my rooms."
"Oh. Why?"
"I'm used to sleeping alone."
Relena made no response and Heero was thankful for the quiet. A servant came in with a tray and drinks and began to pour. He placed the first flagon in front of Relena but she waved him away. "None for me. Serve Heero."
The liquid was set in front of Heero and he considered it before waving it away as well. "Bring me water," he said, "wine only makes me thirsty."
"Of course, sire."
Quatre jumped at the sound of the voice and landed on Trowa's foot. He met the green gaze staring down at him and then quickly ducked his head as he tried to think...it was...one of the men from the kitchen...
The servant turned to go but Relena cleared her throat. "Perhaps Trowa would like a drink?" Her glare was icy.
"Uh...of course."
Quatre peered up at the table as the drink was placed in front of Trowa. Trowa nodded politely at the servant who was quickly retreating and he turned back to Heero.
Quatre watched as his master and Heero continued to talk but he didn't see them. He was thinking about the men from the kitchen and their strange insistence that he not tell anyone what he had seen. Trowa was picking up the drink, Quatre noted. He was swirling around the liquid absently as he spoke to Heero.
Poison.
The drink was poisoned.
Of course it was, it all made sense. Someone was trying to poison someone at the table and Trowa was going to drink it. And die...
Quatre reached up to tap at Trowa's leg. The brunette met his eyes with a brief smile before looking back across the table. No good. Quatre scooted backwards and met the eyes of the man from the kitchen. He instantly looked away as the man glanced down his body with a leer and motioned him back towards the door. Relena caught the movement and waved Quatre away. With no choice he slowly began walking towards the kitchen.
Quatre glanced back over his shoulder as the man beside him wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him past his hesitation. Trowa was still playing with his drink. Heero paused and Trowa raised the goblet.
Quatre's mind whirled. The man's arm tightened around him as he tried to turn back to his master but Trowa didn't seem to notice. No one did and he couldn't say anything...he couldn't...
Quatre tried to speak and his throat seemed to close up. He had spoken to no one but Duo since he had been rescued by Trieze. A voice in his head seemed to say that Trowa was different. He wouldn't beat him for making noise, he hadn't laid a finger on him. And that kiss...
Heero paused and Trowa began to raise his glass.
Quatre struggled against the man holding him and finally broke free. He threw the arm grasping him away and turned back to the table. Eyes wild, face white save for two red patches on his cheeks, Quatre uttered his first words to a free person in over four years.
"Trowa don't!"