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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 3
“I take it you’ve not bothered to sleep?” Duo’s voice cut through the fog around his brain. The blond gave a small whimper when Hiiro pulled away from his lips to stare down at him wondrously. “Have you even allowed him to eat?” the braided boy asked, dismounting and digging around in his saddle bag. “He’s magnificent,” the blond breathed, brushing his hand along Hiiro’s cheek with a happy little smile. Something was not right. Hiiro crawled off of him and looked to Duo for the answer. The prince chuckled and tossed a small loaf of bread wrapped in a cloth into his hand. “He’s half water nymph, ya know? You shouldn’t indulge him so much. He’ll be impossible to live with now.” “A nymph?” Hiiro breathed. Now it made sense. He had heard of such creatures but had never come across one himself. They were said to inhabit the woods and waters of enchanted forests preying on anyone foolish enough to give into their wanton ways. Men had been known to go mad from one encounter with them, wandering the woods for the rest of their lives in search of another meeting. “Duuooo,” the blond groaned and rolled over, flashing a dark come hither stare at the prince. “Suffer,” the braided boy admonished. “It’s your own fault,” he told him as he rose up on his elbow and sulked. “And now that you’ve kept him up all day we’ll have to leave him behind again tonight,” he scolded. He had been left behind? What in the hell was the prince talking about? “It’s a bad idea to take him anyway,” the blond whined. “You don’t know that he’ll be of any use and besides, I didn’t do anything,” he grinned. “He just has unnatural stamina.” “Hm,” the braided boy hummed, dropping another loaf of bread in the blond’s lap. “That’s... interesting,” he said grinning at Hiiro as well. “So,” he said suddenly. “Would you like to come with us tonight or would you rather sleep?” Now Hiiro really wanted to know where they went at night. “Where are we going?” he asked but Duo just grinned and took another huge bite of bread. That turned out to be the first night Hiiro saw the braided boy turn the blond down. No matter how much the boy whined, teased or batted his eyes the prince refused to give into him. He had also made Hiiro promise not to take him again until he had given his permission. The blond was so frustrated by the time Duo had decided it was time for them to go wherever it was they were going he had become completely sullen and wouldn’t even talk to the prince. Duo was strapping yet another knife to his forearm when he finally lost patience with the boy and snatched him up off the rock he had been sitting on, slamming him against a tree and diving into his mouth like a wild animal. The kiss was savage and short and when he pulled back both of them looked as it they’d had gems set where their eyes should be. “Focus, damn it!” Dou barked. “I need you here, Qu...” he shouted but stopped mid-sentence. “Look,” he began again, releasing him. “This is your own damn fault. You know better. Now get a grip on it and let’s get this done.” he commanded then walked off into the woods. The blond stared after him breathlessly for a moment before his bright eyes suddenly flashed onto Hiiro as he grinned. “I love it when he gets like that,” he said playfully then picked up a quiver and short bow he had been preening and dashed off after his master. Hiiro stared after them. He was unarmed. He had a feeling that was a bad thing but he wasn’t about to get left behind just because he didn’t have a blade so he dove into the brush after his comrades. They hadn’t bothered to wait for him so he ended up having to track them. He had followed the path for the better part of three hours when he started getting the feeling someone was watching him. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it but it was there, nagging at the hairs on the back of his neck. The trail turned strange. It was almost as if there were more than two people he was following. He wondered what he would find once he caught up to them and quickened his pace. He had come upon a clearing and could hear the faint sounds of a wagon procession when he first saw the phantom off to his right. It was little more than a shadow but his hunter’s instinct told him it was much more than that. He caught a glimpse of it again a few minutes later as he stalked the wagons to see what they transported but it vanished again. He got in front of the procession and found a spot to hide and watch as it passed. His stomach turned as he realized it was the same kind of slave train he had been on several months before. This batch looked as if they’d been villagers; some no more than ten years old. He watched as one by one the wagons went by, the faces of the women and children brought the sting of tears to his eyes. There were very few men; most would have been killed during the raid, these people’s fathers and husbands. He almost lost control and attacked one of the drivers as he pulled a young girl from the back and began to rape her on the front seat of the wagon. Her mother screamed and tried to save her only to be slapped unconscious by the second driver who was waiting his turn. His need to spring forward and end her suffering was hampered by the presence of shadows among the trees on the far side of the trail but his entire outlook suddenly changed when a silver blade embedded itself in the tree beside his head. He jerked to look in the direction the blade had come from to find a lone figure standing about twenty feet away. His head was cloaked and he wore a black cloth over his mouth. His eyes were hidden by a dark fall of long bangs. He heard a small noise in the opposite direction and whirled to face it. It took him a moment to recognize the blond. He didn’t really look anything like he usually did. He stood so perfectly still Hiiro could barely tell he was alive but the true difference was his eyes. The shown like the moon on a mid summer’s night, a soft aqua glow framed in mid night sun. His bow was in his hand, an arrow notched. Hiiro snatched the knife out of the tree and turned to nod at the other figure but it was gone. A moment later he heard another sound behind him. As he whirled to see what it was the blond suddenly disappeared and all hell broke loose. He wasn’t sure who this guy was but he was damn well gonna stay out of his way. He heard the wagon masters’ cries as they were cut down one by one and arrows flew through the dark woods with deadly precision as he dove into the fray and slit a driver’s throat before he started cutting the captives bonds and setting them free. At one point during the fray he came face to face with the dark figure that had given him the knife but he would have never known it was Duo if it hadn’t been for the brilliant, amethyst reflections that gazed from beneath that fall of bangs but when he blinked he was gone. He chased a guard that was trying to recapture a young boy that had fled into the woods and threw his knife into his back. Pulling the bloody blade from between the dead man’s shoulder blades he turned to rejoin the fight only to be stopped dead in his tracks by a pair of deadly, emerald green eyes. The creature was tall, thin and bore the mark of the wood elves. It was no wonder the arrows never missed their mark. The boy he had saved darted out from his hiding place in a bush and ran for his life into the thick of the woods. The tall creature raised his bow and aimed his arrow at the blue eyed boy’s heart. He drew back but suddenly stopped as Hikage darted out of the night and stood protectively in front of his companion. The wood elf lowered his bow and stared at the blond unmoving. A long moment passed before Duo’s cloaked figure suddenly appeared. Hiiro glanced at him and when he glanced back the wood elf had vanished. He watched the blond dart off through the woods again and turned to where he had last seen Duo to find another empty spot where he had been standing. The fight was over soon after. What men hadn’t been killed were tied to the wagons and left for the crows. Hiiro had watched the elves finish their work from his hiding place in the woods. When the last of them had faded from view he headed back toward camp and tried to put the events of the night together. Why was Duo attacking a slave train? He apparently didn’t have a problem with taking slaves, he owned at least two. He was good to them, yes, but to be owned by someone, to have your freedom taken away from you, nothing was worth that price. So why would the prince risk his life and kingdom to save a few villagers? And who were those elves working for? He had never heard of elves taking an interest in human affairs. Just what the hell was going on? He got part of his answer when he walked back into camp to find the blond dancing around his master excitedly, going off about something that was obviously making him hyper as hell. “It was him! You saw him yourself! Oh, Hiiro!” he sang as the blue eyed boy stepped into sight. “You saw him didn’t you!? The one with the green eyes!? You saw him, right!?” Hiiro furrowed his brow and nodded. “There! You see! I was right. It was him!” “Many of the wood elves have green eyes,” Duo reasoned. “You shouldn’t get your hopes up.” “It was him,” the blond said stubbornly. “You’ll see. He’ll come for me and then you’ll see,” he declared but Duo just rolled his eyes. “What exactly...did we just do?” Hiiro asked. “Freed a slave train,” Duo said matter-of-factly as he sheathed his freshly washed blades. “Weren’t you paying attention?” Hiiro said a silent prayer for patience before asking, “Why?” “You worry too much,” the prince grinned, stowing his hardware in his saddle bag. “Would you like your reward?” he asked the blond over his shoulder. “Mmm,” the boy replied, picking burrs out of his pant legs and nodding as he sucked on a piece of beef jerky. “I’ll take care of him,” the prince said, winking at Hiiro as he turned to join the blond boy on the grass. “You must be tired from the day, huh?” he mused as he pushed the blond boy back on the grass and started to pull his pants off. “You take him as a reward?” Hiiro asked incredulously. He was still coming to grips with this whole nymph thing but the blond groaned and he felt his body twitch in response. He wasn’t that tired. “I take him as often as possible,” Duo smiled, letting the blond work at unlacing his tunic. “Or hadn’t you noticed?” he grinned, adding, “You’re welcome to join us if you like…or you can rest. You’ve already had quite a long day,” he moaned softly as the blond leaned up and started to kiss his exposed stomach. Hiiro watched them as he leaned over the blond and began to kiss him softly. The sight of them together had him ready to pop in about ten seconds. He definitely wasn’t too tired but did he really want to go there again? This was the oddest and most erotic situation he had ever been in. It felt wrong somehow to allow himself so much pleasure. As he stood and watched the prince once again bring the blond to the verge of tears as he entered his body and kissed him gently his mind supplied him with a quick ‘fuck it’ and he started to undo his pants as he walked toward them. He couldn’t for the life of him find one good reason not to take advantage of the situation. Kneeling behind the prince he laid his hands on his hips as he moved in and out of the blond’s body. Duo groaned and pushed back into his touch then sat up and twisted around to offer him a kiss. He accepted eagerly and pulled the braided boy’s pants the rest of the way down, exposing his ass to him. He was still a bit amazed at how beautiful he was. Every inch of his body was firm and well defined, pleasing to the touch as well as the eye. Even his scent was intoxicating. He had loved the way the blond had felt but it had left him feeling groggy and unable to really recall exactly what had taken place between them. More like a steamy dream than an actual happening but when he entered the longhaired boy the sensation was acute and razor sharp against his senses. The blond moaned loudly as he pushed the prince’s hips into him over and over again. Duo let him set the pace following his lead as he pushed them ever deeper into the mist. Hiiro had stripped the longhaired boy’s open tunic off so he could watch the muscles in his back move as he pressed him into the boy beneath him. He liked the way his olive skin glistened with sweat as they worked together. Suddenly the blond cried out. The sound sent a chill through Hiiro and seemed to charge Duo with an electric spark. The blond boy’s pale hand suddenly shot out toward the stream as he cried out again. Duo bucked and held him so tight Hiiro thought he might break his ribs but he didn’t stop. He knew that would be the wrong thing to do. This was confirmed a moment later when the prince ground out a low ’more‘ and quickened the pace. Hiiro matched him and suddenly Duo tore into his consort with complete abandon. It was all Hiiro could do just to keep up. He almost stopped when he saw the stream overflow its banks and crawl up the slope toward them. He didn’t understand what was happening but he could tell his companions were totally into it whatever it was and he wasn’t about to let them down. The flow of water stopped just before it got to them and rose up like a glistening, aquatic serpent. It hovered for a moment as the blond thrashed beneath them and tried his best to touch the strange entity as it observed him just out of reach. Then suddenly the tendril dove on the blond boy. He screamed. Duo convulsed and Hiiro came. He had expected it to be cold like a mountain stream but it wasn’t. It was hot like the summer sun on bare skin. It back washed through the prince and into Hiiro and back again as the slight blond lay under them, encased in a watery bubble that surrounded his entire body. Hiiro held Duo and they lay in the grass for what felt like forever as the blond boy screamed himself hoarse and shook uncontrollably beneath them. Finally, mercifully, the water receded leaving them all drenched, the blond from his encounter; Duo from being on top of the blond and Hiiro from sheer exhaustion. Hiiro fell back on his ass as Duo collapsed on top of his consort and they all gasped for breath for a moment before Duo suddenly started laughing. A moment later he had jumped up off the blond and was headed for the stream. “Duo!” Hikage shouted. “What in the hell was that?” the prince exclaimed, enthusiastically looking at the water with a crazy sort of amazement in his eyes. “My cousin, Salindria” the blond told him. “Can you get her to do that again?” Duo asked, stepping into the stream. “She’ll drown you,” the blond warned. “Hm?” the prince said looking back at him. “Oh... right,” he added when he noticed where he was standing and stepped back up on the land. “Man, what a rush!” he shouted happily. “You need to invite your family over more often,” he told him, going to his saddle bags and extracting something. “They do as they please,” the blond said, propping his head up on his arm. “She only wanted to tease me.” Hiiro shook his head. He just wasn’t able to digest all of this so quickly. He was tired and sore and now he needed a bath but didn’t dare step foot in that stream. Duo came back to sit beside them with a small, blank scroll in his hand and a quill. “Sleep,” he told his young consort as he kissed his forehead. “We’ll be home tomorrow. You’ll want to be rested.” The blond nodded sleepily then crawled over to Hiiro and snuggled up with his head in his lap. He was asleep before he could sigh. Hiiro looked up into smiling violet eyes as Duo observed them. “He likes you,” the prince said softly. Hiiro looked back down at the slumbering boy. He had to admit he was growing quite fond of him as well. He brushed his hand over his golden hair and felt himself smile as he sighed gently. His hand encountered the choker as he let it slide down the back of his neck and stole the smile away. He moved the boy’s head to rest on the grass and went to the stream to wet a cloth, washing as best he could without actually stepping into the stream then began to dress. He was just tying his pants when a pair of slender hands slipped around his waist and stopped him. He felt the heat of his master’s body against his back as he enveloped him; the feel of the longhaired boy’s lips on his neck sent a shiver through his body. He had never reacted like this to anyone before and it frightened him a little. He wondered about the whole stamina issue. He had never encountered anyone with a drive like Duo’s. After what had just happened to them he would have thought he wouldn’t be interested in anything more, at least not until after he had rested but the heat he was putting off proved he was more than a little eager. Hiiro let himself be pulled into the fog. It was odd how the absence of the blond only seemed to enhance the heat between them. He felt his knees go weak as they slowly sank to the thick, grass blanket beneath them. He twisted around and kissed his master’s wandering lips. Duo slipped his hands down the front of his trousers and pulled him back onto his lap as he knelt behind him in the grass. Things were just starting to really heat up when Hiiro suddenly realized what he had in mind and jerked away from him. He crouched on the grass in front of his startled master still panting and glaring for all he was worth. He had almost given in freely to him. What in the hell was wrong with him? Never! Never again would anyone do that to him. He would die first. The prince’s expression darkened. “Why do you refuse me!” he growled in frustration. “I can feel your need the same as mine!” Hiiro glared a moment longer then stood up and tied his pants. He was furious with himself. He couldn’t believe he had almost lain down willingly. He had almost let him. He realized for the first time just how dangerous the violet eyed boy was. If he didn’t get out of there soon he felt he was going to lose his freedom in more ways than one. Duo growled and pulled two handfuls of grass from the ground as he rose to his feet. “Your pride is misplaced,” he told him. “What good does it do you if it only serves to deny you the very things your heart desires?” “You’re not interested in my heart,” Hiiro replied in a firm monotone as he headed for his mount. Duo’s mouth fell open in shock. “Has it truly grown so cold?” he whispered half to himself. Hiiro slid silently into the saddle and looked back at him. “Is there nothing that you want from me?” Duo asked as the stallion began to stomp its big hooves and the pain in his eyes almost made Hiiro regret his decision. Hiiro looked at him for a moment, his face set in a deadly calm as he stated simply, “Freedom,” then let the beast go and bolted from the glen into the darkness of the pre-dawn night. He didn’t look back. Something was tugging at his heart, a chill that was quickly settling in his chest the further he got from the glen. Images of the past couple of days flittered through his mind as the steed’s great hooves thundered against the earth. He had no idea where he was going. He didn’t even know which way the nearest town was. All he knew was that he needed to get as far away as fast as he could before he lost himself forever. He had to go home. He had to find a ship and go back to his own land where things made sense and rebuild his life. Yes. That’s what he had to do. He just wanted to go home and forget this place ever existed. A dark wind passed over him sending a chill through his body and his mount picked up speed without having to be prompted. He felt something was happening all of a sudden but he had no idea what it could be. Just keep going, he told himself. Keep going until you find the sea and then find a way to go home and leave all this behind. His mount screamed as he suddenly burst into a clearing, rearing up on its haunches as a huge, leathery, deep green form crashed into the earth in front of him. It only took one glance at the creature’s gargantuan, bat-like wings to identify it as a dragon but it didn’t resemble any of the beasts from his own country. It was compact, thick around the middle with a long, spiked tail and horned ridges around its head. Its huge, green eyes peered at him from within the dust cloud that had risen up from the earth when it impacted. It seemed to be grinning at him somehow as it leered then suddenly short flames burst from between the exposed teeth of its smile. Was it... taunting him? He didn’t really see where it was going to be of much use but he pulled his small blade just the same and prepared to face the beast. A closer look revealed the boy on its back. He was nestled between the creature’s wings and shoulders in a little hallow just at the base of its neck. He almost looked like a part of the thing as he glared down, his black diamond eyes reflecting the starry sky. Hiiro recognized his nationality. He was clearly from a neighboring country of his homeland. The back hair and almond shaped eyes told him that but what was he doing here? And what the hell was he doing on the back of a dragon? And why was he wearing the prince’s mark around his neck?
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