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"Prince Duo"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: NC 17 Warnings: AU/Fantasy/Adventure, Angst, fluff,
sap, lemons… lots of lemons but usually of the non graphic variety,
light language Beta'ed by Mechante Fille ^_^ *snugs* Pairings: 2x4, 1x2x4, 5xM, 5x4, mention of 5x4xM,
1x2, 3x4, 1x2x3x4 Summary: A young slave finds more than his freedom
when he is purchased by the prince of a neighboring kingdom. " Prince Duo" Ch 1
“Settle down in there!” the guard’s harsh voice called. He loathed that voice because the man liked to talk to him while he was ’punishing‘ him late at night, making him wish he could rip his tongue out so he would never have to hear it again. Life had taken a very hard turn for the worse the day he had been captured from his home in the Far East and sold on the slave market. His exotic beauty, youth and oddly colored eyes had saved him from the work pits but had sentenced him to a life of enduring his master’s carnal lusts. He had been sold seven times in the six months he had been in the kingdom of Nobara. Five of his masters were dead by his hand; the other two had paid the auctioneers an extra purse of silver to take him back. He had made quite a reputation for himself. If it hadn’t been for the heavy shackles and that damn lightening rod the guard would’ve been dead as well. He didn’t like people touching him much less taking him against his will. He was contemplating the man’s death when there was a sudden commotion in the cellblock. “…think you underestimate yourself, Sire,” a bright voice chuckled as three men breezed in. “All who have known you are left wanting.” The boy was slight, blond and had the biggest sea green eyes he had ever seen. He was dressed in the same type of clothes his masters had forced him to wear; loose transparent pants that billowed out around the legs and a vest over a kind of silken tank top with satin slippers. It made him ill with remembrance but oddly enough the blond looked strangely appealing in the multi shades of rose. The taller boy that danced over and snatched him up in a tight hug as he laughed and pressed his face in on his captives giggling visage was dressed quite differently. He was obviously someone of great importance and it showed in everything from the heavy purple cape to the finely crafted belt encrusted with huge amethysts and sapphires. He had a confidence about him that was reminiscent of his teachers back home and a long tail of a braid that hung down past the hem of his tunic. “And you would know better than any, would you not?” the longhaired boy praised as he slipped his hands down the blond’s ass lifting him up so he could kiss him. The third was obviously a guard and stood near the entrance keeping watch for any danger that might present itself while his master was about. The blond accepted the affection with no small amount of vigor as the longhaired boy stepped back and pressed him against the bars of the cell. He watched as the boy began groaning and wrapping his legs shamelessly around his master’s waist. The longhaired boy was just getting ready to slip the boys billowy pants off when a woman entered followed by another guard. “Honestly, cousin,” she sighed heavily. “Have you no shame at all?” She was of medium height but moved with a grace that came from countless generations of regal descent with honey blonde, waist length hair and pretty, blue eyes. “None whatsoever,” the longhaired boy grinned but he ceased his activities just the same. He paused as he sat his charge back on his feet and looked curiously at the boy in the cell, having not really noticed him until that moment. A small smile curled his lips as he looked him over and their eyes came to meet. “I thought I’d find you here,” the girl went on as she came to stand beside him and paused. “Oh my, Sire,” the blond boy breathed. “He’s quite a find, isn’t he?” he smiled, squatting down to get a better look but the prisoner didn’t smile back. “Indeed,” the longhaired boy replied thoughtfully. “Oh, please,” the girl groaned, rolling her eyes. “Your self indulgence will be the end of you, you mark my words. If you don’t learn to keep your trousers up our lands will be taken before your coronation.” “And if you would open yours now and then you wouldn’t look as if you’d just eaten a lemon,” he retorted, slapping her on the ass. “Keeper!” he shouted over her head as she glared at him. “I’ve been informed that King Treize has set a banquet in your honor tonight,” she commented. “For me?” he simpered, batting his eyes like a schoolgirl and the slave felt a smile tug at his lips. He changed his former assessment of “confidence” to “arrogance” and forced his face into a stony mask. “Yes,” she said, swatting him on the nose with her handkerchief. He jumped back as if she had smacked him with a hot lash, causing the blond boy to burst out laughing. “And you had better be on time. This is not a game. The King will take great offense if you don’t show him the proper respect and we cannot afford a war just because you decided your libido was more important than good manners.” “Yes, your Highness?” the keeper interrupted. “I wish to examine this slave,” the boy told him. The man’s eyes widened when he saw which slave he had in mind. “Sire,” he entreated shakily. “This boy has a violent temper. He’s killed five of his previous masters. He’s scheduled for the work pits. I realize he’s quite pleasant to look upon but...” “You don’t say?” the longhaired boy looked at the slave appraisingly. “Open the cell.” “But sire!?” the man gasped. “You had best leave that one alone,” the girl advised, looking at the slave’s steely eyes. “He looks like he would rather rip your manhood off than pleasure you by it,” she chuckled. “She has a point,” the blond boy agreed. The longhaired boy snatched the keys out of the keeper’s hands and unlocked the cell. He could see the tension in the slave’s body as he approached, like a lion ready to spring from the grass on its prey. He stopped just outside the range of the chains and squatted down to look at him. It wasn’t until then that the slave got a good look at his face. He thought it a bit odd that everyone made such a big deal out of his looks when there were people like this boy walking around among them. Then again, one didn’t usually say things like that to a member of the royal family. He wondered if the boy knew just how beautiful he was, then canned that thought. He was sure he did. Why else would he wear that smug expression? It was the violet eyes that set him off really. He felt a bit of a kinship with him. They both had to endure the oddity of being born with extraordinary eyes. It made him regret the need to kill him. The longhaired boy looked at him for a time then stood and walked closer. The keeper gasped, the guard came a little further in the cell and the blond hid his face as the longhaired boy offered his hand to the slave. The boy looked at it for a moment then reached up and took it. He let him pull him to his feet and observed the bright smile on his face before he suddenly snatched him up and slammed him against the stone wall. Somehow he had wrapped his chain around the boy’s neck in the process but much to his surprise the boy had managed to get a hand under it so he couldn’t strangle him or break his neck. Still, he had the upper hand. A moment later he found himself flat on his back with the longhaired boy sitting on his hips pinning him to the floor. He looked up into glittering amethyst eyes, shocked that anyone, much less this guy, could have taken him down but before he could really regain his composure the boy leaned down quickly and kissed him. He wasn’t sure if it was the fact that he had been bested by the longhaired boy or that he had been kissed against his will, maybe it was the fact that he had almost kissed him back that pissed him off but it took less than a millisecond for him to be on top of the situation again. He pinned the boy to the hard floor and pressed his forearm into his neck. He was about to collapse his windpipe when someone grabbed him from behind and pulled him off. “I warned you, Sire,” the keeper said, taking a whip down from a hook as the guard pushed the boy against the wall and hooked his wrists on the plates embedded in the wall to expose his back. “He’s not so tough,” the guard that had been at the entrance said as he brandished the whip and prepared to punish the slave. “You just gotta let’em know whose boss,” he said winking at the longhaired monarch. “He’s real sweet once he’s been tamed,” he grinned as he let loose and laid the boy’s back open with a brutal crack of the whip. He pulled back to lash him again only to have his wrist caught in a vice like grip before sinking slowly to his knees as the longhaired boy crushed his bones and the whip fell to the floor. “Raping slaves is against the public order,” the braided boy growled. “You don’t own him; you had no right to take him.” The man looked horrified as the longhaired boy walked over and unhooked the slave’s hands then unlocked the shackles around his wrists and let them fall to the floor. The keeper turned white and moved out of the cell as the longhaired boy walked over and hauled the guard to his feet by the back of his shirt and bounced him off the wall next to the exotic slave. The man scrambled to his feet and tried to run but he didn’t make it two steps before the slave had him by the head and snapped his neck. “I’ll take him,” the longhaired boy declared without taking his eyes off the slave. The keeper looked uncertain for a moment then nodded his head and ran off to fetch portable shackles and the proper paperwork. One bag of silver and a signature later found him walking behind his new master on the way to the palace. He had decided he would do his best not to kill him if he could help it. He had done him a service in the cell after all. He would bide his time and see if there was a way to escape without the prince’s fatality. “You stink,” the prince said flatly, falling into step beside him. “Oh, I know it’s not your fault,” he added, taking a bite out of a big apple. The smell of the sweet fruit made the slave’s mouth water as he hadn’t had anything but weevil infested potatoes and onions since his capture but he offered nothing more than a scowl in response to the tightening of his stomach. “Still, you do stink,” the young monarch repeated. “I don’t suppose you would let my servants give you a bath?” The blue-eyed boy didn’t bother to look at him. “No, I thought not. Well,” the prince said, taking another big bite of apple and wiping the dribbling juice from his chin. “I can’t have you murdering my servants… and I can’t have you smelling like swine….so…” He reached out suddenly and pushed the blue-eyed boy off the bridge they were crossing into the creek below. He came up spitting and sputtering and swearing in a language the violet eyed prince didn’t readily recognize while the blond boy fell into a fit of giggles as the young monarch stood on the bridge and waved merrily at his dripping wet consort. Standing waist deep in the creek gazing up at his new master’s smug grin gave him the thought that perhaps killing him wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all. He had forgotten what it felt like to be relatively clean. His dip in the creek hadn’t amounted to anything that could be considered cleansing but it was the closest he had come in a long time. His new master had waited patiently while he piddled about in the water taking his time and just enjoying the cool flow of the stream. Of course, he attributed a good deal of his patience to the fact that the blond had crawled into his lap and was kissing him silly for the better part of the wait. When he decided he had had enough, he made his way back up the bank to find a huge, red apple sitting on the bridge where he would have to climb up. He looked up at his new master who was paying him absolutely no attention in favor of the blond’s affections then took the apple and sat down on a rock to eat it. He didn’t know quite what to make of this boy. Not even royalty usually sat in the middle of a bridge making out with another boy. He just didn’t seem to care what anyone thought and as much as he hated to admit it he kind of liked the attitude. “Prince Duo!” he heard a gruff voice call as horse hooves sounded on the wooden planks of the bridge. His master pulled away from the blond boy’s lips and squinted up at the newcomer. The big man laughed heartily. “As bold as ever I see,” he boomed. The slave had never seen a man this size before. He was almost as big as his horse. “And why should I not be, my dear Rashid?” the longhaired boy said, standing up with his consort at his side. “When I have such sweet treasures as this,” he smiled, pulling the blushing blond tight. “Ah, you treat him well,” the big man smiled. “I am ever glad I sold him to one as honorable as you, Sire.” “As am I,” the blond grinned. “What news?” the prince asked curiously. “The King has sent for you. Something about a slave and a dead guard,” he replied. Prince Duo’s eyes glanced to his new slave and back again. The big man turned and saw the boy for the first time and let out a low whistle. “Quite a beauty.” “Please tell his Highness that we’ll be in his court within the half hour,” Duo requested and the man nodded before riding off in the direction of the castle. The slave tossed his apple core in the stream as his master came over to where he sat. “You smell better,” he grinned. “But your clothes are horrid. Would you rather change on your own or shall we simply strip you naked?” “That all depends on what you want me to wear,” the blue eyed boy said smoothly, eyeing the rose colored garb the blond was wearing. The prince pulled the blond close and kissed him again then grinned at this new slave. “It suites him doesn’t it? But I don’t think rose is quiet your color. Well, don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll find you something appropriate. Come along. We can’t keep the all mighty one waiting now can we? Oh nooo, that would not do at all. One cannot expect good fortune when one pisses off the King,” he sang, traipsing up the hill toward the castle with the giggling blond under his arm. The guard that had been keeping an eye on the slave rolled his eyes and motioned for him to follow. Nope, he just did not know quite what to make of this guy. They reached the castle where he was taken to the second floor and shown to a chamber that was clearly set up for royal guests. The extravagance of the rooms was breathtaking. Prince Duo himself dug around in the chests until he came up with something he thought would be suitable for his new slave to wear. Much to the blue-eyed boy’s delight he had chosen a plain brown leather vest and a pair of tan trousers. He had even been given a pair of leather shoes. It was the first time since he had been captured that he had been allowed foot coverings of any kind. The only piece of the outfit he didn’t care for was the choker. He had noticed the blond wearing one just like it. He didn’t like the idea of being dressed up for others’ pleasure and had left it lying on a table. Duo picked it up and held it in his hand. “This is my seal,” he told him, looking at the bit of black leather with an amethyst set in silver in the center. “It is not meant to make you pretty but to protect you from any who might wish to harm you or steal you away. You will wear it or you can return to the slave cells and be done with me.” It seemed like a silly argument for a bit of silver and leather and he really did like his new shoes. He also had a much better chance at escaping under the lax security in this boy’s entourage so he reluctantly agreed and allowed the prince to fasten it around his neck. He was surprised when the prince hadn’t bothered to put the shackles back on him. He was led back down into the heart of the castle and into a large hall with three thrones on a raised dais at one end. He assumed the tall, ginger haired man on the largest throne in the middle was King Treize. He had also heard the name of Queen Une who sat on his left hand side and the longhaired blond on his right could be none other than Zechs, the young man the guards were always saying had the King wrapped around more than his little finger. The longhaired prince intrigued him when he strolled confidently up the center aisle with his little, blond consort on his heels and his new slave bringing up the rear. Apparently nothing intimidated the young man. “Good day to you, Majesty,” the braided boy sang, giving a low bow that reeked of mockery. “I see the years have blessed you with even more grace than your youth, my good man; you could charm the birds from the sky with but a glance.” He finished in a flurry and stood up to grin at the man. “And I see you’ve managed to capture the heart of one of finest artistic endeavor. Good fortune to you, Lord Zechs,” he added with another small bow. “Can you think with nothing but your loins?” Queen Une hissed icily. “Ahh, My Lady,” the braided boy sighed, bowing low again. “Would that I were a true judge of feminine beauty, but alas, I am wretchedly unqualified. Still, if such as King Treize would take you to his bed then I would be confident in saying that your beauty be unmatched in this or any other realm,” he grinned but she only scoffed and turned her head. “Good fortune to you,” the King smiled discretely. “It has come to my attention that you purchased a slave from the market today.” Duo smiled and stepped back so they could see his new slave. “Indeed, your Majesty, and a bargain at that. But he would be worth any price wouldn’t you agree?” The King looked him over for a moment then nodded his head. “Indeed. However, I have been informed this slave has a history of murder. Is it true he killed a guard while you were purchasing him?” Duo didn’t bat an eye. “Certainly, and a fine execution it was; a clean break of the neck. You would have been most impressed, your Highness. Rarely have I seen such skill...” “He must be executed” the King cut him off. “I think not,” the braided boy smiled. The King raised a brow in question, obviously unaccustomed to having his orders questioned. “The guard in question had taken unlawful liberties with him. It was I, myself, that allowed the execution of this criminal. Clearly, any man with honor would not allow such a crime to go unpunished.” The King looked at a man standing off to the side as to ask if this were true. “Keeper!” the man barked, motioning for the keeper from the market to come forward. “Yes, Lord Barton?” the keeper whined as he was ushered in. “Tell his Majesty exactly what this little tramp of a slave did,” Barton sneered. The slave recognized the man. He had been his fourth owner and one of the ones that had paid for the market to take him back. “H...he killed Stafford,” the man stammered. “And was this man guilty of raping him?” the King asked. “N...no, your Highness.” the man stuttered as his eyes fell to the floor and he wrung trembling hands. Duo’s eyes flashed as he advanced on him but before he could close the distance a girl’s voice spoke firmly. “That is a lie.” “Countess Relena!” Lord Barton gasped as the girl strolled confidently into the chamber. “I was there when the man confessed his crime. This boy is guilty of nothing,” she stated then turned and curtsied to the King. “Good day to you, your Majesty.” Treize nodded his reply as the prince crowed, “Cousin!” He had switched gears so fast the blue-eyed boy had to do a double take. His face was bright as the sun once more as he strolled over and kissed the girl on both cheeks. “You’re looking radiant as ever,” he said with a smile. “And you are an insincere flirt,” she chided, giggling as he stepped back and grabbed his heart half falling into his blond slave’s arms. “You wound me, my dear lady,” he gasped but she merely shook her head and rolled her eyes at him. “My apologies,” she offered to the King. “We’ve threatened to cut off his supply of tarts but you know how young men are,” she grinned and Duo glared at her and turned his nose up sulkily. The King had to stifle a laugh. The Queen, on the other hand, was glaring daggers at the braided youth while Lord Zechs hid his grin behind his hand. They were dismissed and Duo got the riot act read to him by Relena all the way back to his chambers. The peace talks they had come there for hadn’t gone well and if things didn’t change they really were going to end up at war with their neighbors. It infuriated the girl that her cousin seemed to brush everything off as unimportant or perhaps it was more like un-fun. She had left them at their door and stormed off in a huff as he giggled after her. “We have time for a proper bath if you like,” the prince suggested as he tossed his cape on a chair. “Wonderful!” the blond breathed happily. “I haven’t had a decent bath since... well,” he put his finger on his chin and thought as the prince snuck up behind him and wrapped him up in his arms. “Since I bathed your sweet, little ass this morning,” he growled playfully. “Yes, but it was also you that got me all sweaty again after lunch,” the blond reminded him and Duo cocked a brow. “Then perhaps I should get you sweaty before your bath this time,” he grinned, pushing him to the floor. The slave watched them squirm for a minute before the prince took any notice of him. When he did it was merely to speak to him as he continued to kiss and caress the blond beneath him. “You can join us if you like,” he offered, not bothering to look at his new slave but there was no response. “Suit yourself,” he added after a time then spent the next hour or so devoting his entire attention to the blond. He had never seen anything like it before. Anyone that had taken him had always done it from behind, usually with him tied down so he couldn’t rip his throat out. Duo had faced his slave, kissing him gently and taking the time to make sure the boy enjoyed himself as much as he did. It made him actually wonder what it might be like when done this way. The blond sure seemed to enjoy it. The couple was lying among the rugs and pillows panting from the after affect when Duo suddenly rolled over on top of him and kissed him again. “Let’s skip the bath,” he grinned. “Let them all go green with envy when they pick up our scent.” The blond giggled and tried to squirm away. “Thrice in one day is beyond my limit, My Lord,” he laughed. “Ahh, but I have yet to yield to you, my sweet” the prince cooed, pulling him back under him and kissing him again. “She’s right” the blue-eyed boy cut in and they both jumped, making him realize they had completely forgotten he was there. “Your libido will be the death of you.” “Then you have your means by which to murder me,” Duo quipped, getting up off the blond to help him up. “In the meantime, I promised my darling sunbeam a bath. Will you join us or would you rather I chain you to the wall?” Choices, choices. He opted for the bath and was delighted to find that there was real soap and even lather for his hair. It didn’t improve the way it looked much but it smelled a lot better. He had been rinsing it out when he heard the now familiar sounds of his companion’s growing passion. Utter shock filled his mind when he turned to find the blond bending the prince over the side of the large, pool sized bath. He had never seen a master let his slave take him before. He definitely didn’t understand this guy. He watched in spite of himself while the blond worked them to the edge. Just when they were both about to fall over the prince had opened his eyes and caught his gaze, holding it until the end, letting him watch as he climaxed, his fervor and heat leaving the slave breathless before it was all over. He had never seen anything so beautiful in all his life. He wanted to ask if he could try it but he didn’t dare. If he did that then the prince would want to take him as well and that was something he had sworn would never happen again.
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