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"Banished"Written By: t-shirt Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: R Warnings: AU/Fantasy Adventure, Angst, fluff,
mention of lemon, sap, masturbation (once) Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, past 1x4 (one
time deal) Summary: When the Prince Regent is dethroned he and his captain discover a new and wondrous world.
"Banished" Ch 5
‘What is it?’ Duo asked feeling the tension in his companion. ‘I’m... not sure,’ Hiiro replied pulling away from the long haired beauty to move closer to his young charge. Something was odd in the way the three jesters were herding the blond boy. Almost as if they were positioning him for…. All at once the music ended, small explosions in every torch both frightening and exciting the onlookers as a cloud of smoke rose from the feet of each of the jesters surrounding Quatre. ‘Quatre!’ Hiiro barked calling Wufei’s attention from the other side of the square, the blue eyed boy’s alarm as he hurtled himself toward the thickening smoke and the confused looking blond boy setting his own feet in motion as well. Quatre finally got the idea about the time Hiiro’s feet hit the stage as the clown behind him clamped his strong arms around him in an unbreakable embrace, his one visible emerald eye staring mockingly into Hiiro’s cobalt blue before the trio vanished in the swirling clouds of smoke. By the time Hiiro reached the place where they’d been there was nothing left but wisps of the gray mist. A quick examination of the stage confirmed there was no trap door so how? ‘Where’d they go?’ Wufei asked skidding to a halt, his sword already drawn. ‘Shut down the city,’ Hiiro ordered, his dark eyes setting like iron as he scanned the milling crowd. ‘Nothing passes these boarders until he’s found,’ he stated before disappearing into the night. His heart raced, fear and confusion flooding his mind, numbing his senses as he felt himself being moved from one place to another. Being bound was horrible but the blind fold was making the entire experience seem much more terrifying on the whole. He wanted to know where he was, why he was being taken and who it was that dared to abduct a member of the royal household. There were sounds, wood creaking, animals, horses and ...dogs... chickens from the smell as uncharacteristically gentle hands lifted him from the dark box he’d been forced to ride in on the short journey. They had to still be inside the city. There was no way they’d be able to flee its boarders with Hiiro on the job not to mention it had taken little time to reach this destination. If it was their destination after all. The sound of a door opening and closing as he was ushered through confirmed he’d been taken to some sort of permanent structure. These people were not only bold but smart. They wouldn’t try to take him out of the city tonight. If taking him was even their plan. It was so frustrating to not know. ‘Who are you,’ he demanded as he was guided to sit in a chair. ‘I’m sorry,’ a soft tenor spoke taking him off guard. He sounded so young and… kind. ‘Take it off,’ the voice sounded again but this time it held a dangerous edge. ‘What?’ another, older tone replied. ‘We can’t ...’ ‘Take it off… now,’ the first demanded again, the cold, even thread deadly and sure. ‘We’ll have to kill him if he can identify us,’ a third reasoned. Quatre jumped startled by the sudden movement and sound of a struggle. ‘Alright! Alright!’ the third suddenly burst out. ‘You take it off!’ he growled. ‘But I don’t want him seeing my face! Come on,’ he said presumably to the second before another door opened and shut. ‘I’m sorry,’ the younger tone said again just in front of him. When the blind fold was pushed up the first thing he saw was a face so divine it took his breath away. Soft, taupe skin stretched taunt over an angular bone structure, high cheek bones setting off the long chin, elegant brow and perfect nose. Lips so supple and soft, emerald eyes he felt as though he could drown in for eternity gazing up at him from beneath a shock of long auburn hair that hid part of the sublime vision giving him an air of mystery and intrigue. The small smile when he spoke sealed Quatre’s destiny in an instant. ‘Are you alright?’ he asked, his voice so sweet and kind it made the hairs on the blond boy’s arms stand up as he gathered enough sense to nod. ‘I’m going to untie your hand,’ the young man in front of him told him gently. ‘Please don’t try to escape,’ he begged smiling as Quatre nodded again. Escape? From who? He felt a shiver run through him as the boy leaned forward wrapping his arms around him as he fumbled with the ropes. It really never crossed him mind that he probably should have just moved around behind him because he was sooooo enjoying the fact that he hadn’t. He smiled softly memorizing the scent of his hair and the feel of his touch, the weight of his body as he leaned on him. ‘Be still,’ the boy told him unable to untie the knots but Quatre only grinned at the top of his head and continued to twist his wrists prolonging the encounter. It was over much too swiftly for his liking. ‘I’m sorry,’ the boy offered again rubbing the Princes reddened wrists. ‘I didn’t expect them to be this rough with you,’ he explained. ‘I’m alright,’ Quatre smiled where he kneeled before him. The boy paused when he looked up at him, something uncommon brushing across his expression before he hid it carefully away. ‘Aren’t you frightened?’ he asked standing. ‘Not anymore,’ the blond boy smiled gazing up at him. He was soo tall… ? ‘Good,’ the boy smiled softly. ‘I won’t let them harm you,’ he promised. ‘I know,’ Quatre replied giving him reason to pause once again. ‘Don’t you want to know why we’ve taken you?’ the boy asked. ‘Money, power, political leverage… it doesn’t matter,’ Quatre told him. ‘I’m here now so I might as well make the best of it, right?’ The boy paused a long moment this time as if mulling something over. Quatre didn’t mind, he quiet enjoyed just looking at him. ‘They want money,’ he said finally breaking the oddly elongated gaze. ‘They?’ Quatre inquired. ‘Aren’t you one of them?’ he asked shifting in his chair to retain a decent view of the taller boy as he moved about. ‘No,’ the boy informed him. ‘I’m a mercenary. They hired me to help them kidnap you,’ he explained. ‘Hired you with what?’ Quatre asked. ‘If you aren’t interested in money?’ The boy paused again to look at him in consideration. Quatre was pleased with the idea that this boy was someone of deep thoughts and carefully constructed decisions. He must have had a very good reason for aiding these men is what came to mind but whatever it might have been he decided to keep it to himself. ‘The doors are locked and guarded at all times,’ he informed him. ‘Please don’t do anything that would anger them,’ he pleaded. It was a plea not a demand or an order. This boy obviously desperately wanted to protect him. ‘I’m going to fetch you something to eat,’ he told him heading for the door. Quatre took the moment alone to assess his surroundings. A small room of stone with wooden doors. The eastern part of the city. The scent of bread baking meant he was near one of the bakeries of which there were only two in this part of town. The fact that there were footsteps overhead and the distant sound of brothel music told him he was in the cellar of The Cannons Whick tavern on Hillberry drive just ten blocks from the center of town where the festival was being held. He shifted his right foot in his boot feeling the blade he kept their move hard against his ankle, knowing he could easily outwit and over power the guard at the entrance door but the thought of leaving this place without even knowing the green eyed boy’s name was far more frightening than being held captive. No, his heart wouldn’t allow him to escape just yet. He said a silent apology to Hiiro and went to examine the cot that had been set up for his use. ‘We can’t kill him!’ one of the men shouted from behind the door before a loud crash sounded as well. ‘He’s seen him!’ another cried. ‘We can’t let him go now!’ ‘I’m the only one he can identify and the only one in danger so shut up!’ he heard the tall boy shout before the voices fell to a muffled conversation he couldn’t really make out. When the door opened the boy looked irritated for a moment but his soft smile was back in short order as he brought a tray of fruit and crepes and a large decanter of mulled wine to the small table. ‘It’s not much,’ he apologized setting the tray down. ‘But it’s all we have to offer at the moment,’ he told him pouring some of the wine for him. It wasn’t everyday that you got your own butler when you were being kidnapped. The thought made Quatre chuckle as he went to accept the offering. ‘Wont you stay and eat with me?’ the blond boy asked as the taller boy turned to leave. Once again the boy only paused as if in deep thought before turning and taking a seat beside the low table on the floor. His expression softened a bit as Quatre beamed happily and offered him his glass. ‘Go on,’ the blond encouraged. ‘I don’t have cooties or anything,’ he laughed making the other boy roll his eyes gently before taking the offered drink. ‘Is there something I can call you?’ Quatre asked nibbling on a crepe. ‘I have no name’ the boy replied. ‘Really?’ Quatre asked skeptically. It would stand to reason he wouldn’t tell him his real name but to have none at all? ‘You may call me Trowa if you like,’ the boy replied after another long pause. ‘Trowa,’ Quatre smiled repeating the name. It fit him. ‘Will I be left alone here?’ he asked after a time. ‘No,’ Trowa replied. ‘Someone will always guard the doors.’ ‘Hm,’ the blond mused. ‘I was referring to this room,’ he explained indicating the walls. ‘You will have your privacy,’ the tall boy informed him. ‘What if I said I don’t want it?’ Quatre smiled at the confused look on his face. ‘There’s something you probably don’t know about me,’ he went on glancing covertly at the doors as he leaned closer. ‘I’m afraid of the dark,’ he whispered almost laughing at the bemused look on Trowa’s face. ‘I would appreciate it if you would stay with me while I sleep,’ he sighed. ‘Otherwise I might be terribly traumatized by this situation,’ he smiled popping the rest of his crepe in his mouth. Another long pause was followed by a slight nod that brought a huge grin to Quatre’s pink lips. He knew he wouldn’t have much time to gain this boys trust before Hiiro found him so he’d have to work fast. He needed to find out as much as possible about the boy before they were captured so he could adequately defend him. There was no doubt in his mind the boy deserved a full pardon but he’d have to prove that in order to save his life. His only hope of keeping the boy’s pretty head on his shoulders long enough to attempt to defend him was to make sure he was with him when they were found so he could preempt any revenge Hiiro might be bent on taking towards his elegant captor. It appeared this boy was better than he’d originally thought however as two days later he found himself still being held prisoner. It wasn’t that he minded really. Trowa kept to his word staying with him every night giving them the chance to talk in depth with each other. He’d learned that the boy was raised in a traveling troupe of gypsies that often offered their services to anyone that had the coins to gain their interest. For the most part it appeared the jobs were exclusive to things like returning a wayward bride or running off a dastardly land lord. For the most part noble deeds so Quatre couldn’t help but wonder what had prompted the boy to get involved in an immoral plan for monetary gain. There had been another argument the night before over when and how to ask for the ransom. Trowa obviously thought it was too soon to reveal their plan since the city was still on lock down and every building being searched systematically by the police squads. Doing it now would only intensify the search but the others were getting very nervous the closer the search came to their hideout. It didn’t really make sense to Quatre to wait either, the longer they did the more dangerous this game would become. One of the men was already walking with a limp from what Quatre could hear and the other sounded like his lip was swollen when he spoke. The blond boy was oddly proud of the fact that Trowa bore no evidence of any mark at all on him after the tussle. In the end his comrades had won insisting the demand be made before they were discovered. Quatre sighed heavily hearing the door shut in the other room that signified his tall captor had gone to do his duty. It took all of two minutes before the lights suddenly went out and the door burst open. He managed to nail one of them in the face and break a couple of the others toes before they overpowered him and tied his hands to the head board of the bed once again blindfolding him before he saw the glow of the lights through the material. ‘He really is prettier than the Queen,’ the one with the lisp laughed. ‘Mr. Goodie Two Shoes isn’t here to play daddy anymore,’ the other sneered as Quatre felt a weight settle on the bed next to him. ‘Lets have a look at the body that stole our fathers heart,’ he growled ripping the Princes shirt open exposing his pale chest to them as he gasped in fear. ‘Hey!’ the other grunted. ‘Why you first?’ he demanded. ‘’Cause I’m eldest!’ the first snapped swinging at the impudent man. ‘It was my inheritance our father wasted on trying to get this sluts attention,’ he reminded the other sending a disgusted shiver through Quatre’s body as he ran his hand slowly down the boy’s chest. ‘Well hurry up then,’ the other urged impatiently. ‘That idiot will be back soon.’ ‘Yeah,’ the first ground out, the sound of the lust in his tone bringing a desperation to Quatre’s heart that forced him to fight with all his might as he was being stripped of his pants but it was no use. For all his efforts all he managed to do was exhaust himself. ‘Aww, come on pet,’ the man jeered forcing his legs apart ‘It’s no fun if ya just lay there,’ he laughed moving into position. TROWA! ‘Hurry up!’ ‘Shut up!’ ‘I want my truuug!’ thud. ‘What the hel.. AHHGG!’ The weight of the man’s limp body disappeared so fast Quatre hardly had time to feel it before the blindfold was pushed out of his eyes. Trowa’s determined visage gazing down at him bringing a relief he couldn’t even describe. ‘Trowa,’ he breathed as the boy quickly untied his hands. He tried to look at the two bodies that now littered the room but somehow the tall boy’s body was constantly between him and the grizzly sight. The next thing he knew he was in the other room wrapped in the bed sheet and clinging to Trowa’s neck for all his was worth. ‘I was so scared,’ he rasped as the tears began to fall. ‘I’m sorry,’ Trowa told him earnestly holding him tightly. ‘I shouldn’t have left you alone,’ he admonished himself. ‘I’m so sorry, Quatre,’ he hissed burying his head in the blond boy’s shoulder ‘I never meant for you to get hurt,’ he told him. ‘I love you,’ he ground out so piteously the meaning of the words was forever branded into the blond boy’s heart. ‘That’s why… I just wanted to be near you,’ he confessed rocking him gently. ‘Trowa,’ Quatre sobbed turning his head just enough to cover the startled mercenaries mouth with is own. For an instant the boy only sat there unable to respond but it was only for an instant. The overwhelming tidal wave of emotion that washed over them would not be denied forcing the kiss deeper by the second. Quatre moved and squirmed in his desperation to feel more of the tall boy against him, his sheet turning until it was draped over his hips as he straddled the boy and kissed him with total abandon. Urging, drawing deeply from him in his need to feel more, be closer, have more… another kiss…. More…. ‘Trowa please!’ he gasped grinding his hips into the taller boy’s rock hard desire. ‘Quatre,’ the green eyed boy rasped feeling the heat of his body engulf him robbing him of everything but the ability to feel this overwhelming sensation as they rocked gently in each others arms. Quatre groaned in pure rapture arching back as Trowa tasted the delicious curvature of his long, elegant neck. This was the scene that met Hiiro’s eyes when he burst through the door, his sword already drawn and murder in his eyes. ‘NO!’ Quatre screamed falling on his new lover in time to feel the cold, hard sting of Hiiro’s blade on the back of his neck. Another second and the taller boy would have been a lot shorter. Several other’s streamed into the room gaping at the scene. Wufei quickly shut the door so that passers by wouldn’t get an eyeful of what was transpiring as Hiiro withdrew his blade. Trowa moved softly trying to dislodge the boy from his neck but he refused to release him holding him tight enough to cut off his air supply. All Trowa could do was turn his palms up helplessly and offer the angry Captain an apologetic look. ‘There are two other’s,’ one of the men reported coming out of the other room. ‘Both dead,’ he added causing Hiiro’s gaze to lock again with the emerald eyed boy still locked in Quatre’s grip. ‘Release him,’ Hiiro said much more gently than his eyes would have dictated softly nudging the blond boy’s arm but he only clung tighter. ‘No,’ the prince told him without looking up from his burrow in Trowa’s chest. ‘You can’t kill him,’ he told him firmly. ‘He saved my life,’ he informed them. ‘I’m not going to kill him,’ Hiiro replied. ‘Not yet anyway,’ he added glaring at the green eyed boy momentarily. ‘We need to sort this all out. Come on,’ he encouraged again breathing a sigh of relief when the prince slowly released his death grip on the taller boy. The way he smiled at the prince once they could see each other gave Hiiro reason to pause himself. There was no mistaking that look, he’d felt it recently himself. His mind wandered back to that night two days ago, his heart longing to see the boy that had so completely eclipsed his universe. He hadn’t seen him since the night of Quatre’s disappearance having been obsessed with finding the prince in one piece since then. ‘I love him,’ Quatre told the his First in no uncertain terms bringing a true smile to Trowa’s lips before he allowed him to be removed from his lap. It was at this time that the boy realized the one that had informed them of the dead men in the other room was ‘Abdul? What’re you doing here?’ ‘Forgive me, Master Quatre,’ the man pleaded dropping to one knee. ‘I have failed to protect you.’ ‘What’re you talking about?’ the Prince asked bewildered by the man’s behavior. ‘You’ll understand once we’ve gotten you home and cleaned up,’ Hiiro told him. ‘Take him.’ ‘NO!’ Quatre barked falling again into Trowa’s arms. ‘I’m staying with him. He can take me back,’ he demanded. Hiiro paused to consider the order for a moment again taking in the honest affection he saw in this boy’s eyes when he held the trembling prince and kissed his temple soothingly. ‘Alright,’ he conceded. ‘See they are discretely returned to the Keep,’ he told Abdul. ‘I must meet with your Leader and inform him of Quatre’s safe return.’ ‘You trust this man?’ Abdul questioned eyeing the green eyed boy skeptically. Hiiro looked at him again as he held the blond boy comfortably. ‘Yes,’ he replied. ‘He saved him from the others,’ he pointed out. ‘Bath him, feed him and put him to bed,’ he told the tall boy as he stood with Quatre cradled in his arms. ‘No problem,’ Trowa grinned looking like he’d just found the lost treasure of San Quin Air and then some as he carried the boy toward the exit. When all was said and done it became clear that Trowa’s only true crime had been falling so desperately in love with the prince he’d made a bad decision. He’d never dreamed a poor gypsy mercenary could ever hope to even speak to the Prince Regent more or less become his lover. It didn’t escape them that if he hadn’t made that decision those men might have done horrible things to the Prince in his absence. In essence he’d been his protector the entire time and his savior in the end. They were also so obviously in love no one would have dreamed of charging the boy with anything. The mystery of Abdul was clarified as well. Quatre had been aware since he was a child of the small troop of men from the east known as the Maguanac’s that were fabled to secretly protect the royal line. There appeared to be little reason to keep to the shadows any longer however, since their presence had been discovered due to the circumstances so the forty elite soldiers were invited to become Quatre’s own personal army. The leader of which was a huge, black hared man they call Rashid who had warm eyes and the strangest hair style Quatre had ever encountered. He was a brave and noble man that harbored a genuine affection for the boy however, and he and his men were most welcome among the Princes entourage. Two days had passed before everything had been settled. Trowa had taken up residence in Quatre’s chambers relieving Hiiro of the necessity of guarding him so closely at night leaving his mind to turn to more pleasant thoughts. He and Duo hadn’t had a moments peace since all this had started. He wasn’t even sure where he was at that moment. He’d come to the Keep the night Quatre was returned but vanished again soon after. Now, he was all the Japanese boy could think about. It crossed Hiiro’s mind as he opened the door to his chambers that he didn’t even know where he lived. He’d never actually asked or been to visit. Duo had always come to them. His thoughts were turned instantly when he smelled the sweet scent coming from inside his chambers where several large, perfumed candles were casting their dancing light about the room. He smiled warmly seeing the beauteous creature of his every waking thought sparkling like a star in the heavens as he lay nestled in the stark white sheets of Hiiro’s big, four poster bed. He looked like an angel just fallen from heaven, the promise of a life time of joy and passion hidden in the corner of his sumptuous mouth as his smooth, glowering chest rose and fell in the deep rhythm of sleep. Hiiro stood for a long time just looking at him. He’d unbound his hair again and it lay in thick pools of chestnut wine swirling in the flickering candle light making him seem sublimely surreal. Like a master piece whose oils were still wet fresh from the artist’s hand. He didn’t really know how long he gazed at the picturesque scene before Duo finally stirred, the movement only serving to further intoxicate the stoic Captain as his dream was set in motion and his fate quickened further yet. ‘Mmmm,’ Duo sighed softly wiping the back of his delicate hand across his sleepy eyes as he stretched and snuggled down into the sheets. ‘Don’t you want to come to bed?’ he asked gently casting a net of purest enticement over his would be lover with what sounded to Hiiro like a sirens song but he still couldn’t force himself to move. ‘What?’ Duo asked rising up on one elbow, his long, glistening tresses falling beautifully around his resplendent face, long bangs framing fiery violet eyes and full, moist lips that begged to be kissed. ‘Marry me,’ Hiiro demanded suddenly. ‘Only if you prove to be the best lover I’ve ever known,’ Duo teased. ‘You’ve never known a lover,’ Hiiro grinned dropping his weapons belt and tunic on the floor before crawling in over top of the angelic boy. ‘Then you have little to fear,’ Duo reasoned grinning up at him. ‘Marry me,’ Hiiro asked again letting the heat of his breath negotiate his cause as it washed over Duo’s trembling lips sending a shiver through him that had Hiiro hard and ready before he could swallow. ‘Yes,’ the long haired boy replied accepting the kiss that hovered just above his destiny. The power of the joining rocking him to his very soul as Hiiro took him fully into his heart, his body exploding in heat that they both knew would out live even the stars themselves as Duo arched back into the pillow and reiterated his ultimate surrender with a resounding, ‘YES!’ owari :)
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