Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Taming ❯ "Punishment" ( Chapter 11 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: SweetasStrychnine 
Duo and Quatre and punished for disturbing the Queen. And Quatre talks...plot etc.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.18.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
Duo and Quatre and punished for disturbing the Queen. And Quatre talks...plot etc.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.18.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
I'm sowwy! That took sooo long that I can't imagine anyone still remembering this story or wanting to read an update. But no, I haven't abandoned it or died. I hope that future updates won't take three thousand years...seriously. Thanks, as always, to the people who have read and/or reviewed. I'm working on another story that should appear in the (hopefully) near future. Anyway, I've wasted more than enough of your time so here we go.
"Trowa don't!"
Trowa instantly looked up at the voice. He had never heard it before but it still struck a chord inside him that was impossible to explain. It felt like he'd been listening for it his entire life.
Duo heard Quatre's warning and leapt across the table, knocking the glass from Trowa's unresisting hand. The glass hit the floor and shattered, spraying a dark liquid everywhere.
No one said anything for a moment. Relena stood. Her dress was dripping with whatever had been in the glass.
"Have them beaten. Both of them."
"Why?" Heero looked at her as she glared around the room.
"That one," she pointed at Quatre, "interrupted me and disobeyed. He was told to go to the kitchen by me and I believe I run this country? And your little toy ruined my dress. I could have them both killed! But," Relena looked indulgently at Heero, "because he's yours, I'll go easy on him, okay?"
Trowa looked at Quatre quickly. "Ah, your majesty, I'd be grateful if you'd allow me to deal with Quatre on my own," Trowa said. He looked back at his slave and noticed that those large aqua eyes were slowly filling with tears.
"Fine, fine. Trowa darling, you know that I have a soft spot for any friend of Heero's. We will make an example of the other one then. Guards!"
Heero stared at Relena in surprise as Duo was roughly grabbed by two large men. The slave seemed to be trying to say something but he could only cry out in pain as his hair was yanked in the struggle.
"Take him up on the dias and beat him. I want everyone in the castle to know what happens when a slave ruins my wardrobe."
"Relena..."
"Yes, Heero?"
"You said you'd go easy on him."
"Does it matter? He's only a slave."
"I know, but he's mine. I don't want your men touching him."
"Then you'll do it? That's even better! You don't need to permanently disfigure him but I think some visible bruises will serve as reminders to all of them that-"
Heero tuned out his wife to look at the brown haired man struggling with a pair of guards. "Relena, ask your guards to release him. Duo belongs to me and I don't want them damaging him, especially not before I have ascertained the meaning behind the disturbance and a fitting punishment for the destruction of your dress." Heero had managed to say all that with a straight face and this convinced Relena he was aware of the seriousness of the matter at hand.
"All right."
Heero grabbed Duo, brushing off the hands of the guards as if they were flies, and pulled him a short way away from the other people in the room and spoke to him quietly. "Duo, if you can't explain what the *hell* you were doing in the next few seconds..."
"I can! See, Quat never talks, right? But he was, like, yelling so I figured he knew something but lord uni-bang didn't look like he was gonna listen so I had to do it myself. Sorry 'bout the queen's dress and all but at least it wasn't a very nice one. If I had her complexion, I'd avoid colors like-"
"Heero!"
Master and slave winced in unison at the grating sound of her voice. It was way too early in the morning to have to deal with that.
"Heero, deal with him!"
"Uhh...Relena I will...but...since there are ladies present, I do not want to expose them to violence that could scare them. Duo shall receive his due in my quarters and stay there until he is better trained." Heero was pleased that he hit on the perfect excuse. But would Relena buy it?
"Oh Heero, even in your rage you consider the feelings of others!" She turned her once again smiling face to the other people in the hall, "I'm going to change," she glared at Duo, "and my husband will deal with his slave. You are all dismissed."
Relena and Heero left the hall together with Duo trailing behind.
Duo was surprised that the husband and wife parted almost as soon as they left the hall and he paused before following Heero slowly. It looked like despite his explanation, he was going to pick up a few bruises. He just hoped that it was worth it.
Heero entered his wing and Duo noticed the decor immediately changed. Instead of the gaudy pink tapestries that cluttered the walls of the rest of the castle, this part was rather sparsely decorated with wood paneling. Very somber. Duo gulped as Heero strode to his inner chamber and motioned for him to follow.
"Uh Heero...master, I mean, are you..." Duo looked at Heero's tense back and decided that silence was the best option. He watched his master shake with what was probably rage and figured that it was better to just get it over with. Duo slid out of his shirt and then slipped his pants down. He waited for Heero to turn around.
It didn't happen.
After a few moments of staring uselessly at Heero's back, Duo decided that the anticipation had to be worse. Probably. He stepped forward quickly and tapped Heero on the back. "Umm...if you're going to beat me, master, you probably don't want to waste the entire day here with me so...I'm ready if you'll just tell me how you want me to-"
"Huh?" Heero turned, tears of laughter running down his face, to look at his once again naked slave. He turned away so fast his neck cracked. "Duo! Where the hell are your clothes?"
"I...thought you wouldn't want me to get them bloody?"
"Bloody?"
"When you...uh..."
"Duo...put your clothes back on, I'm not going to hurt you."
"But the queen-"
"Yeah." Heero sighed, "the queen. She tends to overreact at times. Not that-" Heero realized he was making excuses to his slave about the behavior of the queen and trailed off. "Anyway, what the hell was that in the hall?"
"I don't know, really. Just, Quatre never talks and since he was screaming I just figured...but I don't, like, know." Duo was looking earnestly into Heero's eyes, trying to make him understand, trying to avoid having to put his clothes back on.
Heero considered for a moment but he had to admit that it sounded logical. "Alright then. Duo, I want you to stay in my room for a while. I'll convince Relena that I'm training you but in return you have to act trained, got it? If you embarrass me or her in public-"
"But not in private, right?" Duo stepped forward to lightly put his hands on Heero's shoulders. "You know that I'd do *anything* to please you and since I'll be in your room for all this time..."
Heero had a better idea of how to deal with his slave after seeing more than one side of his personality. "Anything?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. Heero slid his hands down Duo's back and grasped his bottom.
Duo stepped forward into his master and ground himself against him. "Anything." He wet his lips and leaned his face towards Heero's.
"Good," Heero pinched Duo's nose and abruptly stepped away. "Then acting trained shouldn't be a problem. I'll bring you some food and a book or something, okay?"
"But-"
"I'll be back soon, Duo." Heero just barely stopped himself from returning his slave's wave as he left the room.
***
Trowa led his shaking slave back to his room and sat him on the bed, waiting for the blonde to explain what was going on. "Quatre? What happened?"
Quatre never even looked up at him.
"Quatre, look at me." Trowa placed a hand under Quatre's chin and gently tilted his head up to meet his eyes. "What happened?" Trowa stared into the clear aqua depths and used his other hand to comfortingly rub Quatre's back. "I promise I won't hurt you."
"It was poisoned," Quatre finally whispered.
"Do you know why?"
"No." Quatre looked at the bed again as Trowa released his head. "But I don't think it was meant for you. They o-offered it to H-Heero and the Queen first." Quatre's voice began to break up from lack of use and fear.
"Shh, I think you're right."
Quatre said nothing and he was gently drawn into an embrace.
"Quatre, why are you so afraid? You know I would never hurt you."
"I'm not supposed to talk."
Trowa was silent for a moment. Who knew how long this 'training' had been in place? "Quatre, when you're with me, you're allowed to talk. Okay? I like the sound of your voice."
Quatre blushed and hid his face in Trowa's shirt. "Okay."
"Trowa don't!"
Trowa instantly looked up at the voice. He had never heard it before but it still struck a chord inside him that was impossible to explain. It felt like he'd been listening for it his entire life.
Duo heard Quatre's warning and leapt across the table, knocking the glass from Trowa's unresisting hand. The glass hit the floor and shattered, spraying a dark liquid everywhere.
No one said anything for a moment. Relena stood. Her dress was dripping with whatever had been in the glass.
"Have them beaten. Both of them."
"Why?" Heero looked at her as she glared around the room.
"That one," she pointed at Quatre, "interrupted me and disobeyed. He was told to go to the kitchen by me and I believe I run this country? And your little toy ruined my dress. I could have them both killed! But," Relena looked indulgently at Heero, "because he's yours, I'll go easy on him, okay?"
Trowa looked at Quatre quickly. "Ah, your majesty, I'd be grateful if you'd allow me to deal with Quatre on my own," Trowa said. He looked back at his slave and noticed that those large aqua eyes were slowly filling with tears.
"Fine, fine. Trowa darling, you know that I have a soft spot for any friend of Heero's. We will make an example of the other one then. Guards!"
Heero stared at Relena in surprise as Duo was roughly grabbed by two large men. The slave seemed to be trying to say something but he could only cry out in pain as his hair was yanked in the struggle.
"Take him up on the dias and beat him. I want everyone in the castle to know what happens when a slave ruins my wardrobe."
"Relena..."
"Yes, Heero?"
"You said you'd go easy on him."
"Does it matter? He's only a slave."
"I know, but he's mine. I don't want your men touching him."
"Then you'll do it? That's even better! You don't need to permanently disfigure him but I think some visible bruises will serve as reminders to all of them that-"
Heero tuned out his wife to look at the brown haired man struggling with a pair of guards. "Relena, ask your guards to release him. Duo belongs to me and I don't want them damaging him, especially not before I have ascertained the meaning behind the disturbance and a fitting punishment for the destruction of your dress." Heero had managed to say all that with a straight face and this convinced Relena he was aware of the seriousness of the matter at hand.
"All right."
Heero grabbed Duo, brushing off the hands of the guards as if they were flies, and pulled him a short way away from the other people in the room and spoke to him quietly. "Duo, if you can't explain what the *hell* you were doing in the next few seconds..."
"I can! See, Quat never talks, right? But he was, like, yelling so I figured he knew something but lord uni-bang didn't look like he was gonna listen so I had to do it myself. Sorry 'bout the queen's dress and all but at least it wasn't a very nice one. If I had her complexion, I'd avoid colors like-"
"Heero!"
Master and slave winced in unison at the grating sound of her voice. It was way too early in the morning to have to deal with that.
"Heero, deal with him!"
"Uhh...Relena I will...but...since there are ladies present, I do not want to expose them to violence that could scare them. Duo shall receive his due in my quarters and stay there until he is better trained." Heero was pleased that he hit on the perfect excuse. But would Relena buy it?
"Oh Heero, even in your rage you consider the feelings of others!" She turned her once again smiling face to the other people in the hall, "I'm going to change," she glared at Duo, "and my husband will deal with his slave. You are all dismissed."
Relena and Heero left the hall together with Duo trailing behind.
Duo was surprised that the husband and wife parted almost as soon as they left the hall and he paused before following Heero slowly. It looked like despite his explanation, he was going to pick up a few bruises. He just hoped that it was worth it.
Heero entered his wing and Duo noticed the decor immediately changed. Instead of the gaudy pink tapestries that cluttered the walls of the rest of the castle, this part was rather sparsely decorated with wood paneling. Very somber. Duo gulped as Heero strode to his inner chamber and motioned for him to follow.
"Uh Heero...master, I mean, are you..." Duo looked at Heero's tense back and decided that silence was the best option. He watched his master shake with what was probably rage and figured that it was better to just get it over with. Duo slid out of his shirt and then slipped his pants down. He waited for Heero to turn around.
It didn't happen.
After a few moments of staring uselessly at Heero's back, Duo decided that the anticipation had to be worse. Probably. He stepped forward quickly and tapped Heero on the back. "Umm...if you're going to beat me, master, you probably don't want to waste the entire day here with me so...I'm ready if you'll just tell me how you want me to-"
"Huh?" Heero turned, tears of laughter running down his face, to look at his once again naked slave. He turned away so fast his neck cracked. "Duo! Where the hell are your clothes?"
"I...thought you wouldn't want me to get them bloody?"
"Bloody?"
"When you...uh..."
"Duo...put your clothes back on, I'm not going to hurt you."
"But the queen-"
"Yeah." Heero sighed, "the queen. She tends to overreact at times. Not that-" Heero realized he was making excuses to his slave about the behavior of the queen and trailed off. "Anyway, what the hell was that in the hall?"
"I don't know, really. Just, Quatre never talks and since he was screaming I just figured...but I don't, like, know." Duo was looking earnestly into Heero's eyes, trying to make him understand, trying to avoid having to put his clothes back on.
Heero considered for a moment but he had to admit that it sounded logical. "Alright then. Duo, I want you to stay in my room for a while. I'll convince Relena that I'm training you but in return you have to act trained, got it? If you embarrass me or her in public-"
"But not in private, right?" Duo stepped forward to lightly put his hands on Heero's shoulders. "You know that I'd do *anything* to please you and since I'll be in your room for all this time..."
Heero had a better idea of how to deal with his slave after seeing more than one side of his personality. "Anything?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. Heero slid his hands down Duo's back and grasped his bottom.
Duo stepped forward into his master and ground himself against him. "Anything." He wet his lips and leaned his face towards Heero's.
"Good," Heero pinched Duo's nose and abruptly stepped away. "Then acting trained shouldn't be a problem. I'll bring you some food and a book or something, okay?"
"But-"
"I'll be back soon, Duo." Heero just barely stopped himself from returning his slave's wave as he left the room.
***
Trowa led his shaking slave back to his room and sat him on the bed, waiting for the blonde to explain what was going on. "Quatre? What happened?"
Quatre never even looked up at him.
"Quatre, look at me." Trowa placed a hand under Quatre's chin and gently tilted his head up to meet his eyes. "What happened?" Trowa stared into the clear aqua depths and used his other hand to comfortingly rub Quatre's back. "I promise I won't hurt you."
"It was poisoned," Quatre finally whispered.
"Do you know why?"
"No." Quatre looked at the bed again as Trowa released his head. "But I don't think it was meant for you. They o-offered it to H-Heero and the Queen first." Quatre's voice began to break up from lack of use and fear.
"Shh, I think you're right."
Quatre said nothing and he was gently drawn into an embrace.
"Quatre, why are you so afraid? You know I would never hurt you."
"I'm not supposed to talk."
Trowa was silent for a moment. Who knew how long this 'training' had been in place? "Quatre, when you're with me, you're allowed to talk. Okay? I like the sound of your voice."
Quatre blushed and hid his face in Trowa's shirt. "Okay."