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"Forsworn "Written By: Presser
Disclaimer : Gundam Wing characters aren't mine Rating : NC 17 Warnings : BDSM, toys, language, more Feedback : Yes Please.
"Forsworn"
Chapter 6 Duo stood at the counter in the kitchen, watching the ice lazily circle through the Rusty Nail he had just mixed for himself. He picked up the heavy cut glass highball and stared at the space over the toaster. He blinked, shook himself. Heero will need discipline for his impudence last night, he thought. He exited the kitchen, slowly walking past the dark cherry wood walls bearing cracked and faded pictures of forgotten 17th-century ladies. In the library he stood with his hand on the back of the red leather chair he preferred, looking through the flames of the fire. He set the drink on the small table by the chair, turned and walked slowly around the room, pausing in front of the picture of Vlad Tepes. He reached out and touched the glass case containing the silver stake on the table below the picture, running his fingers along the edge. Closed his eyes. * * * Good riddance, Duo thought as he walked the path through the woods. I will /not/ be the old man's lackey. He plunged forward, anxious to put distance between him and his grandfather. He looked over his shoulder as he walked. When he looked back, a dark shape stepped out from behind a tree onto the path. "Grandfather! What are you doing here?" Neculai Radulescu's deep voice boomed. "Turn around, Constantin." Duo tensed at the sound of his given name. "There is much to be done yet." "No. I told you: I will not be a part of your oppression of the people." "It is not oppression, Constantin. The people need to be led. They /want/ to be led." "I have already refused you. I walked out. You said I could never come back." "But you /will/ come back, Constantin. You --" "Do not call me Constantin! I have taken the name Duo Maxwell. I am no longer your grandson!" The old man's eyes flared with anger. He stepped forward, towering over Duo. "You will not refuse me, grandson!" He grabbed Duo's shoulders. Duo struggled to free himself, but Neculai held him firmly. Duo looked up at him and spit in his face. The old man screamed in rage. He seized Duo's shirt collar and ripped it, pulling it over his shoulder. He bared his fangs and buried them in his grandson's neck, greedily sucking his blood. Duo screamed. * * * Duo's eyes snapped open. His breath came heavily, and fast. The eyes of Vlad Tepes stared at him out of the painting, accusing him. His hands, balled into fists at his sides, shook. Duo spun around, his face clouded with anger. He walked quickly out of the library. * * * Heero threw his leather bomber on the bed in his room off the kitchen. He leaned on the doorjamb for a moment, his thoughts wandering. Gotta get dressed. Master will want his drink. He began unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled one sleeve off, then froze, his back to the door. "Hello, Heero." Heero knew that tone of voice. He turned around slowly. His Master stood inches away, arms crossed over his chest, eyes burning brightly under dark eyebrows. "What are you doing?" Heero spoke cautiously. "Getting dressed for the evening." "I rather like you the way you are." Duo reached out and ran a fingertip across Heero's bare shoulder. Heero flinched. "What's the matter, little one? You're not afraid of me, are you?" "I --" "You certainly weren't afraid of me last night." Heero looked to the floor. Duo put his finger under Heero's chin; he spoke softly as he gently lifted Heero's face. "You didn't think that you would go unpunished, did you? Hmm?" Heero looked into his Master's eyes, then quickly looked down. He spoke hesitantly: "I -- I'm s-sorr-" "You're sorry? Yes, you are sorry, aren't you? Of course. You understand your place, don't you, Heero? That you're --" "The servant --" "And I'm the master," Duo finished. "Yes, I'm the master and you're the servant." Duo paused, and Heero looked up. Duo looked deep into Heero's eyes. Suddenly he reached down and twisted Heero's nipple, causing the boy to jump, his breath hitching in his throat. Duo smiled. "Put your shirt back on, Heero. I want to take you to dinner." * * * Heero sat across from Duo in a booth at Rocky's, the bar and grill near campus he sometimes frequented. He was dressed in the light blue button down and black jeans he had worn to class that day. Duo wore black dress pants and a silver silk turtleneck, his burnt gold braid falling over one shoulder. Duo leaned back, savoring his glass of wine, while Heero bent over the steak Duo had insisted he order. He carefully cut the last bite of tender meat and slowly raised it to his mouth. As he chewed, he looked down at his plate. Duo watched him through half-lidded eyes. "Good?" "Yes Mas-" "Don't call me that in public. You know that." "Yes, it's good." "Good. I want only the best for you. You know that, too, don't you?" "Ye-s. I do." Heero found it hard to speak to Duo without calling him Master. Duo glanced at Heero's wine glass. "You haven't touched your wine, Heero." Heero looked past Duo into the restaurant. "I didn't want wine tonight." "Too bad. It's a particularly good Cabernet." Duo sat up, sighed. Put his elbows on the table and laced his fingers together over his plate. He smiled. "Tell me about school." Heero hesitated. "What do you want to know?" "What's going on in your various classes, who attends them with you, something about your professors, perhaps." Heero folded his hands in his lap. He glanced at Duo, then looked down at the table. "Dr. Rickman teaches my physics class. He's very good with the technical aspects of the subject, but doesn't communicate very well. My French literature class is taught by Dr. Beauvais. She's especially interested in the 18th-century --" "Tell me about the students you know." Heero looked at Duo. "Students?" "Your classmates. Surely you have friends? Hmm?" Another smile. Heero's eyebrows came together; he examined the brass studs along the top of the leather booth. "There is a girl named Lisa who's in my physics class, and there's Alex; he wants to be an architect when he graduates. Jessie is a girl in my French literature class. She --" "Heero!" Heero jerked his head around, his mouth dropped open. "How've you been? I haven't seen you in forever!" "Qua- Quatre! What are you doing here?" "Oh, I'm usually here once a week. I love their desserts; the Chocolate Sin is absolutely intoxicating. So, what have you been doing since you transferred out of Belmont High?" Heero stared at his friend from high school, his mouth open. Platinum blonde bangs dusted matching eyebrows over crystal blue eyes that sparkled with mirth. Quatre Winner stood tall, thin but not skinny; in khakis, a pale pink dress shirt, open at the collar, and a dusky purple vest. His smile was dazzling. "Heero?" Quatre's smile faded a bit. He touched Heero lightly on the arm. Heero shook himself. "Uh, I, uh, I moved in with" -- Heero took a breath - "with my uncle. I'm going to school here now." "Great, great. So..." Quatre turned his head slightly to look at Duo. "I would be the uncle. Quatre, is it?" Duo put out a hand, which Quatre took. "You're his uncle?" Quatre's eyes widened a bit. "I mean, I don't mean to --" "It's quite alright. Accident of birth, really. My father remarried, had me late in life, and there you are. We're almost the same age, yet I'm Heero's uncle." "Oh..." "So, Quatre: have you eaten?" "Actually, yes, I have. I was on my way out when I saw Heero, and just had to stop to say hello." Duo looked at Heero, then back to Quatre. "The proverbial cat seems to have captured my nephew's tongue. Aren't you glad to see your friend, Heero?" Heero closed his mouth again, which had fallen open as he watched the exchange between Duo and Quatre. "Of -- of course." He paused, then said, "Are you in town to visit someone?" "No, silly; I live here. I'm in the pre-law program at Cumberland -- that and I'm gofering for Radner and Richardson." Quatre shook his head and laughed gently. "The things you do to get ahead...." "I'd love to hear about it. Heero and I were thinking about an after dinner drink at Della's. You'll join us, won't you?" Duo smiled at Quatre as he put out a hand to pat Heero on the shoulder. Heero jerked his head toward Duo, his eyes panicky. "I wouldn't want to impose...." "Nonsense. We both want you...to join us." Duo's smile broadened. "Well, I've never been to Della's...." "Then it's settled. Where are you parked?" * * * Heero opened the door of the Jag for Duo, who slid over the leather and stood, stretching like a cat. He turned and smiled contentedly at Heero. "What a wonderful evening. Don't you agree, Heero? Hmm?" Heero looked at the concrete floor of the garage, his body stiff, his hand still on the door of the car. "I found Quatre quite lovely to talk to. He's very bright, very intelligent, and sensitive, too." Heero's breathing grew heavier; his eyes narrowed. "Sophisticated sensibilities. And he's so handsome; can't overlook that." Duo waved an index finger at Heero. "And you've been hiding him from me all this time." Duo smiled and leaned on the side of the Jag. Heero's eyes darted to the side, away from Duo. "I'd love to see him again, wouldn't you, Heero? You should invite him for dinner some time. I think he'd be...delicious." Heero's head snapped up. He glared at Duo. "What's the matter, Heero? Don't you want to see your friend again?" Heero opened his mouth to speak, but Duo cut him off. "Oh, don't worry, little one. Nothing's going to happen to your precious friend. Nothing, that is, that he wouldn't enjoy...." Duo put out his hand, ran two fingers along Heero's jaw. Heero took a step back, but held himself at attention, his hands balled into fists at his side. He trembled. Duo pushed off of the car and stepped to Heero's side. He leaned in, his lips almost touching Heero's ear. "I think," he said huskily, "that what happens to Quatre is entirely in your hands, boy. Think carefully before you act." Duo straightened and looked Heero directly in the eye. Heero stared back, and then his eyes broke away. He bowed his head. Duo tousled Heero's hair. He smiled. "You've been such a good boy today. Now run along to my bedroom and wait for me there; I'm in the mood to play tonight." Duo patted Heero's rear. Heero walked slowly to the door to the kitchen, his head down. Duo waited until Heero had entered the house and then quietly closed the door of the Jag, chuckling low in his throat to himself. TBC |
