Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ To Sleep with a Traitor ❯ Chapter 2

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A slender body rolled over to unconsciously avoid the light of the opening curtains and scoot closer to the warm body next to it. Dark brows scrunched when an early morning's chuckle could be heard, and closed lids opened to reveal hazy sapphires. Said jewels blinked blearily a few times before clearing, “Morning,” the young prince croaked to the boy in bed with him.

 

His raspy voice earned another chuckle as the other propped himself on an elbow to reply, “Good morning, prince.” The opposite's lighter tone hinted that he'd been awake longer but had merely opted to stay in bed. “Today's the day,” the blonde continued before leaning up and smiling across the room to whom Heero assumed to be a servant.

 

Blue eyes only widened a fraction before full lips stretched into a small smile and he sat up as well, remembering the day's upcoming events. He smiled and nodded when he saw that it was, in fact, a servant girl who'd opened his curtains, “Morning Relena.” He said and the girl beamed to him, bowing and replying properly, but only turned to glance at his blonde companion in unhindered distaste.

 

“Your bath will be ready in ten minutes, my lord,” she said with an over exaggerated smile before bowing and stepping out of the room.

 

As the door closed the pale boy beside Heero snickered, “She's in a good mood.” The brunette only grunted. Quatre had been secretly sharing a bed with him since he was thirteen, and ever since the Arabian had come to serve him the servant girl had envied and nearly despised him. Heero smirked, thinking back to the first time the blue-eyed girl had walked into his bedroom early one morning to see the two boys asleep together. She'd broken a vase she'd been carrying and had nearly hyperventilated at the sight.

 

Quatre had originally been a prince in far deserts, but a jealousy-induced betrayal had sentenced him to the slave docks. However, because of his delicate beauty he'd made it to the most prestigious of auctions. Queen Aoki had taken notice of him almost immediately because of his platinum locks and shy nature. Seeing a resemblance of her own son in him, she bought him on the spot.

 

His sordid past had made him weary of strangers, and at the beginning of his service he'd been quiet and withdrawn from Heero. However, a few months with the kind-hearted prince had opened him up and revealed him to be a deeply devoted and affectionate individual.

 

Being a few years older then the Valerian heir, Quatre doted on the brunette as a big brother would, but didn't fail to tease him like one either. Having come from a family of all sisters he loved the younger boy as if he were the brother he'd never had. “Well,” the bright eyed boy nudged the shorter beside him in the ribs, “Aren't you excited?” Heero nudged back before standing from the bed.

 

“Well yes…” the brunette trailed off, sitting on a short stool to look into his vanity mirror disdainfully. He could see behind him when the Arabian stood from the bed as well to come around him and lean over his shoulder.

 

Quatre smiled at the other's reflection and looked into insecure cobalt, “If he's half as handsome as all these women make him out to be, you should be.” The jest went unappreciated and the prince only sighed looking away from his reflection.

 

Cerulean orbs shone with worry and a bracelet adorned arm reached out to lift the downcast face, “What's wrong, Heero? Nervous?” Despite his face being tilted upwards, the dark eyes were directed to the floor.

 

“It's not that,” he paused when there was a sharp knock on the door. Quatre's sweet nature wouldn't allow him to glare, but he made a point to appear annoyed when Relena once again poked her head in to announce that the prince's bath was ready. He didn't miss the disapproving look the girl shot him, and followed his prince silently into the hallway.

 

Once the three were in the bathing quarters, Quatre bit his tongue while Relena insisted on remaining near the silent prince for as long as possible. Attempting to appear useful, the dishwater blonde grabbed some oils and placed them beside the large tub, going next for fresh towels. However, when the Valerian began to disrobe his blonde companion couldn't restrain himself, and promptly shooed the shameless servant girl into the hallway.

 

Relieved that they were finally alone, Quatre waited until the younger boy had situated himself in the tub before questioning him further. Grabbing a sponge and soaking it with water, he lifted it to the boy, waiting for him to finish with his hair “Are you going to tell me now?” he asked and saw the bare shoulders stiffen.

 

“I'm going to be eighteen soon,” the statement wasn't profound nor did it answer any of the blonde's questions. Pink lips pursed in annoyance at the other's obvious avoidance but he waited, knowing Heero would elaborate.

 

“My father says I need to choose a bride before then.” Ah, now it made sense to the Arabian, but at the same time released a flood of other questions. Why would Heero need a bride now? Was the King aware he would be abdicating the throne? How would he find a suitable wife in such a short time? And did he even want one in the first place?

 

Unknowingly, the blonde had begun the glare at the sponge in his grasp and he blinked when he felt thin fingers grab for it. He smiled at the boy and stood, walking around the tub, “How does your father propose you find a wife?” Blue eyes blinked up towards him at the unexpected question before flicking away in thought.

 

“He and my mother seem to disagree…” The boy in the tub paused to rub his skin. “My mother thinks there should be a contest between male suitors and a ball for all female suitors and the remaining males. However, my father doesn't want any male suitors to be allowed whatsoever.”

 

Quatre nodded, assuming the close-minded King would decree as much. He remembered the customs of his old lands, but the Valerian ways were much more traditional. When he'd first come to sleep beside Heero they'd been young enough to be acceptable to the king, but as the years passed a separate bed chamber had been set up for the Arabian which was why he had to sneak into the adjacent bedroom late each night.

 

The aqua-eyed boy had never felt anything but a sibling-like affection for the other, but the topic of same-sex relationships had not gone untouched by the two. Heero had been shocked when he had divulged that part of his culture, and had been even more surprised when the blonde confessed himself to being of that persuasion.

 

Heero had told him how Valerian was still a nation mostly fastened to tradition and to his knowledge there had never been a same sex ruling. And from the way things were going with the current king, there wouldn't be any in the near future, no matter what the preferences of his beloved son were.

 

Despite this, the people of Valerian were evolving, and already had most of two generations, which accepted homosexuality. Heero, himself, openly enjoyed the company of both male and female but had never actually taken a lover. Quatre would even go so far as to say that he was fairly positive that the brunette had never even allowed any of his many admirers to kiss him.

 

Now he suddenly needed to pick someone to rule over his kingdom beside him for the rest of his life?

 

Sighing, Quatre went to pick up a towel and handed it to the still soaking youth. “Would you want male suitors?” he asked, his curiosity coming out.

 

The dark-headed boy thanked the other and stood from the water, wrapping the offered towel around his waist. “My soul mate could be a man or a woman.” He stepped onto the cold tile and nodded to the blonde who only smiled warmly at his response.

 

After slipping on a robe, the two made their way back to Heero's bedroom where Relena and another, younger servant with fiery red hair greeted them. The small girl blinked her pale blue eyes up at the two and bowed, clutching folded linens to her chest. She smiled at the two before jumping when Relena called to her, “Mariemaia! Bring me those sheets!”

 

Heero smiled as the child blushed and stuttered out an apology before scurrying to help make the bed. The girls seemed to be almost done and when the last pillow was in place the small redhead stooped over to lift up the soiled sheets.

 

Ignoring the blonde girl, Quatre ruffled the shorter servant's hair sweetly before walking over to plop on the fresh bed. “I see you finally lost that tooth,” he said, smiling to the girl who beamed proudly.

 

The little servant nodded excitedly, grinning, and displaying the prominent gap in the front of her mouth. “I did, sir!” The missing tooth gave her a slight lisp and made the seven-year-old more adorable.

 

Relena, irked by the foreigner's dismissal, called sharply to her once more before delivering a toothy grin to the prince. “Her majesty, Queen Aoki, requests that the two of you come to her quarters promptly once you're dressed.” With that she bowed, and glared at Mariemaia in a show of authority before walking out of the room, followed by the scattered little girl.

 

Quickly throwing on his royal garb with the help of his blonde companion, Heero made his way down the hallway to his mother's room, Quatre at his side.

 

Outside her door stood two burly guards who merely nodded to them and stepped aside, their massive weapons moving with them. Knocking twice, they only waited a moment before Mariemaia, who grinned up at them minus one tooth, opened the door.

 

“Thank you,” Heero smiled and nodded making his way into the bedchambers. The two boys stopped when they noticed the Queen sitting on a couch with two servants styling her hair.

 

Having heard the knock, Aoki turned to the entrance of her bedroom and smiled. Her son stood there smiling down on Mariemaia, with Quatre close behind, his aquamarine eyes catching hers. “Heero-love! Quatre-darling!” She smiled up at the two girls pulling at her hair a little too harshly, dismissing them.

 

“Good Morning, Mother,” Heero genuinely smiled, helping her stand and hugging her. She pulled away after a moment to touch his cheek, then turned to Quatre, embracing him warmly. The blonde greeted her lovingly, but also bowed respectfully.

 

“Are you both ready for the dinner-ball tonight?” she asked, a slightly less bright smile on her face.

 

Quatre nodded with vigor, and her son smiled a smile that finally reached his eyes. She knew he'd been nervously awaiting the arrival of his long time mentor and best friend ever since he'd left five years ago. The dark-haired queen only hoped the braided prince could put her son's mind at ease with his marriage predicament. Smiling at Mariemaia, she calmly sent the girl to help in the kitchens so that she could be alone with the two.

 

Watching as the girl nodded and left the room, Heero turned to his mother, “Where's father?”

 

A tired smile pulled at the woman's full lips as she turned to look out the window, “He left early to consult the council on a pressing matter.” She spoke quietly before turning to smile at them reassuringly, “But it's of no concern, my sweets.”

 

The two nodded, and the woman left the window to play with her son's hair, “Your father has decided to allow men to compete for you,” she said, allowing the good news to sink in. She knew her son was open-minded and kind, but also knew how he couldn't disappoint his father.

 

Both boys gasped quietly in surprise, Quatre beamed and rubbed the other's shoulder in silent congratulations while Heero only smiled back, enjoying the feel of his mother's fingers and feeling some of his tension melt away.

 

Biting her lip, the Queen pressed on, “But,” she tried to remain chipper as her son and his companion both glanced up her apprehensively. “He's only allowing it because he says he knows his son will do `the right thing'.”

 

She hugged her son tightly and pulled the blonde in close when she saw their expressions fall. “I love you both,” she whispered, pausing to kiss their foreheads, “And I'm proud of you no matter what.”

 

Smiling, she ushered them gently towards her doors. “Now you two get ready. The celebrations start in three hours and you know how eager those ladies can be when prince Duo comes around.”

 

They smiled at her, although it was slightly forced, and Heero nodded, thanking her, while Quatre smiled and bowed. The ebony-haired woman waved them off lovingly before shutting the door behind them and sighing to herself.

 

 

 

Teal eyes watched the boy beside them while the blonde and the prince walked silently back to the latter's bedroom. The brunette seemed even more perturbed now after hearing his father's expectations. He only hoped the boy wouldn't fall for any male suitor.

 

Closing his bedroom door, Heero silently went over to his vanity once more to sit. He didn't speak, merely looked at the delicate bottles littering the marble surface.

 

Quatre stood a little back, watching the other with a worried expression. He didn't think the king's decision would affect the other so much, and he was about to speak when his midnight eyes brightened, and an excited grin stretched across the other's features.

 

The reflection searched out the blonde, “I've got it!” The slave merely frowned, stepping forward and encouraging the other to continue. “Duo!”

 

Only growing more confused at the sudden mention of the Osirian, the pale boy leaned forward, “What about him?”

 

“He can help me find the perfect spouse!” the boy finished, his smile still in place as he nodded to himself, obviously relieved he'd thought of a solution. “He's always surrounded by women, and he's got plenty of guy friends. It's fool-proof.”

 

Thinking over the other's suggestion, Quatre couldn't help but smirk at the sudden thought that came to him. Heero noticed the look, and frowned, “Don't you think?”

 

The Arabian blinked, and nodded, “Definitely,” he snickered, “That is…if he doesn't want you for himself.”

 

Heero found himself blushing at the other's words and sputtered, “H-he's like my older brother!” Despite the statement, the pink flood across his cheeks wouldn't reside, “I don't think he could ever see me as more then a child…” he trailed off before suddenly supplying another excuse.

 

“Besides in his kingdom he's like a god. They worship him!”

 

Quatre smiled at the other in the mirror and put his hand on the slim shoulder, “People don't want to be worshipped at the end of the day, Heero.” The other merely looked at him in slight confusion, and he continued. “They want to be loved.” Finishing his statement, he was relieved when the brunette nodded in understanding and agreement.

 

“And besides,” Quatre said, shrugging, “The last time he saw you, you were a child. Now that you've grown you never know.” The smile on his lips was secretive and made Heero laugh slightly.

 

 

 

Dull blue eyes thought back to the look on the prince's face earlier that morning, and thin lips twisted in displeasure as callused hands continued to scrub at the silverware. Relena sighed, blowing her flat bangs to the side, she wasn't looking forward to the return of the Osirian prince. Especially since her own prince was seemingly so smitten with him.

 

The older prince had been sending Heero letters since he'd left for finishing school five years earlier. She'd remembered the boy, with his ridiculous braid, from when she was a child.

 

The little blonde would be in the kitchens, assisting her mother, and would always know that at least once a month the neighboring prince would come for a visit. On the night of his arrivals a great feast would be prepared and she'd be working twice as hard.

 

She paused her scrubbing to scrutinize her small hands, and sneered. The dozens of scars covering her fingers and palms were evidence of such feasts; a result of having to peel apples and potatoes too hastily.

 

The sneer quickly turned into a hidden smirk however when she heard another quiet squeak from the girl behind her. Being older had its advantages. She didn't have to deal with peeling anything ever again now that she had Mariemaia to do it. The redhead had apparently cut herself again, but continued peeling silently after receiving a cold glare from the older servant girl.

 

 

 

 

 

TBC…

 

Gomen! It wasn't very good, but I got a lot of information and mundane stuff out of the way...not to worry! There should be some 2+1+2 already sparking in the next chapter!

 

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