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Bound, Bonded and Betrayed	By : Deb Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 13359 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 11
- 12
- 13
Disclaimer: I don't own the G'boys, They belong to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. I just borrow them from time to time to play with and return them a whole lot happier, ne? Written for pleasure not profit.
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: Sap, angst, bondage, slavery, Yaoi, Lemon, lime, het, violence, dark, fluff, AU, OOC.
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 1xR, 2xR
Betaed by Karina *snugs*
Summary: Heero is the eldest son of the King of Colonia. His 21st birthday is approaching and as tradition dictates his betrothed is soon to arrive. However he is also bound by tradition to select his own personal slave. The events that unfold lead him down a path that not only tests his sanity but his humanity and love as well.
Author's Note: This fic was started back in 2004 and has languished on my hard drive ever since, only sporadically being added to when I have the time (and the muse the inclination) . Updates will be far between, but rest assured, it will be finished. Feed back is most welcome as are honest critiques. Flames will be dealt with as I deal with all flames – with sarcasm.
Commenced July 2004 – published January 2008
"Bound, Bonded and Betrayed"

Chapter 11
Prince Heero arrived in the castle's training rooms to find Wufei and his brother already engaged in a mock battle. Heero stood to the side and watched. Both men were fluid and graceful in their movements, the blades slicing through the air and clashing together as each man sought to defeat his opponent.
Bodies were slick with sweat, muscles straining as the odd grunt mixed with the ringing clash of steel against steel.
"Enough!" Wufei's voice permeated the air. "You have improved greatly, my lord." Wufei sheathed his blade and bowed to the prince.
"Thank you, Wufei. Your teaching skills are excellent," replied Trowa as he also bowed.
The two men walked over to the armorie to return their respective weapons; Heero pushed off the wall and followed them.
"My apologies for being late, Wufei," said Heero as he halted beside the dark haired body guard.
Wufei turned to face the prince and raised an eyebrow. He knew better than to question the prince for his tardiness, but let it be known by his expression that he didn't approve of it either. "Are you ready to begin?"
"Yes."
"Then let us commence." Wufei quickly wiped the sweat from his brow before moving towards the center of the training room where the young prince waited. "You need to warm up first, sire."
Heero nodded and began a series of warm up exercises whilst the dark haired body guard watched. Once satisfied that his muscles were loose enough, the prince turned to the trainer and bowed.
Returning the bow, Wufei drew himself into a defensive stance and waited.
Prince Trowa sat on the small bench and watched, wiping occasionally at the sweat still running from his brow. He thought about his brother's late arrival; it was very unusual for Heero to be late for a training session. Idly he wondered what could have delayed his brother. A dawning light flashed in his eyes and an amused smile quirked his lips. He recalled what Quatre had said that morning about Duo, the new slave having been absent from their chambers the previous evening and night. Trowa put two and two together and came up blushing. Judging by his brother's slightly flushed features when he'd arrived, Trowa didn't think it was all due to rushing. He would have to question Heero later.
The adrenaline began to rush through Heero's body as he sparred with the royal body guard. Wufei was an expert when it came to self defense, having been taught the art by the elders of his tribe since before he could walk. Over the years his skills in both self defense and swordsmanship had surpassed even those of his tribal elders and Wufei found himself adapting and trying out new things to add to his repertoire.
When he was in his fifteenth summer so his skills had caught the attention of the head of the royal guard. The king was notified of this black haired youth and Wufei was summoned to the castle for an audience with the king. He was offered a position within the royal guard and took it, moving swiftly through the ranks over the years as he learnt new skills and mastered them easily and quickly. When the king's head of guard retired from the position, it was Wufei who stepped into those shoes and took command of the royal army; and more specifically, the personal guard to the royal family.
The king had never regretted his decision.
When the two princes' were old enough, the king had Wufei begin teaching them self defense skills, even though they were both constantly shadowed by body guards when outside the castle walls. The king was a sensible man and understood the importance of being able to defend oneself should the need arise. The two princes' were eager pupils and Wufei was an excellent teacher. Heero had continued to excel with his learning, whilst Trowa had cut back on his to the basics, only recently having shown a rekindled interest.
There was only a matter of three years age difference between Wufei and Prince Heero; four to Prince Trowa, but despite his seniority, Wufei was close enough to to the two princes' ages to be able to relate to them both easily. In return the princes' had in Wufei not only an excellent body guard, but a close friend and confidant as well.
“You're not concentrating, my prince,” said Wufei as he managed to get below Heero's defenses and land a blow to his chest.
Heero grunted, recovered quickly and aimed a kick at Wufei's thigh.
Wufei dodged easily and retaliated swiftly, landing two kicks and a solid punch to Heero's side.
Gasping, Heero tried to recover, but he wasn't quick enough. Wufei was on him in seconds and Heero found himself flat on his back, arms twisted above his head with the Chinese body guard pinning him easily.
“I repeat, you're distracted.”
Heero closed his eyes in defeat.
Wufei released the prince and stood up, offering him a hand.
“My apologies, Wufei,” Heero replied as he bowed to the man. “You are correct. I am somewhat lacking in concentration.”
“Then may I suggest that in future you clear your head of any distraction. Whilst we are only sparring, the enemy will not be so gracious.”
“Understood,” said Heero in a quiet voice. “It won't happen again.”
“I hope not.” Wufei bowed to the prince then moved to the bench where Trowa sat. Heero walked beside him.
“Is there something troubling you?” Wufei asked quietly.
“No, Wufei. There is nothing wrong as such. I – I just have a lot on my mind.” Heero wasn't about to confide in the body guard about his real reason for distraction. It wasn't an outright lie, he did have a lot on his mind with his approaching wedding; but that wasn't the reason for his inattentiveness. A certain long haired, amethyst eyed slave was more the cause.
Trowa watched the pair approach, heard the exchange between the two and wisely kept silent in regards to his brother's lack of concentration. He stood and offered them both a damp cloth to wipe away the sweat.
“We shall practice again soon, both of you,” said Wufei as he took the cloth.
“Yes, Wufei,” the princes' replied in unison.
“The day after tomorrow I expect to see you both in here after breakfast.”
“Yes, Wufei.” Both princes' bowed to the royal body guard and left the training chambers side by side.
Wufei watched them go, an amused smile on his face before he also left and went back to the barracks and his daily routine.
As the two walked through the castle halls, Trowa pondered on how to bring up the subject of what was distracting his brother. He decided to simply come out and ask. “Is everything okay, Heero?”
Heero glanced at his brother from the corner of his eye. There was no point in denying anything, Trowa knew him too well. Heero also knew that anything he said to his brother would remain between them. He sighed. “Walk with me in the gardens?”
Trowa nodded and led the way.
Flowers were blooming everywhere, turning the royal gardens into a riot of color. Heero sat on a stone bench and searched his mind for the words he needed to explain his lack of attention.
“Is it the wedding?” Trowa prompted gently.
“That's part of it,” Heero replied.
Remembering what Quatre had said about Duo's absence from their quarters, Trowa pushed a little more. “The other part wouldn't be Duo by any chance?”
Heero flushed a little.
“I thought so,” Trowa murmured in amusement. “You finally claimed him, didn't you?”
Heero's flush spread and darkened. “Yes, I did.”
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“I'd say it was something special if it distracted you from your sparring session.” Trowa's lips curled into a smile.
“It was more than special, Trowa. It was wonderful; he's wonderful.”
Trowa laughed and clapped his hand to Heero's shoulder. “Good for you, Heero.”
Heero couldn't help the smile that graced his own lips as he mentally thanked the gods for that certain day when his horse had sent a particular cart and its slave flying on a forest track.
* * *
With the prince's chambers tidy, sheets changed and fresh ones in their place, Duo had finished his duties. With one last look around, he left and headed back to his own quarters.
Moving quietly along the castle halls he managed to find his and Quatre's room easily enough. Slipping inside, he was relieved to find the room empty.
Reaching into the chest at the foot of his bed, he drew out fresh clothing and lay it carefully upon the bed covers. Then he went through to the bathing chamber - it was empty. Climbing in, he placed the seal in the bottom and then turned the small wheel to allow the water to enter and fill the tub. Whilst the water was filling, he fetched the soap and jars of concoctions for his hair from the shelf.
The shelves contained many jars – all grouped into small clusters. The bottom shelf held a mixed variety of colored jars, these were for the use of the ‘common slaves’, those that worked in the gardens, stables and such. The manual labor slaves as Quatre called them, had their own bathing chamber in the main slave quarters to the side of the castle, but as shelf space was limited in there, the excess was stored in the house slaves' bathing chamber.
Another three shelves stood above; Noin and the housemaids cleansing materials sat on the top two shelves. Quatre’s jars were on the third shelf and now Duo’s jars sat beside Quatre’s. Duo’s heart warmed; whilst they were only body and hair cleansing products, the fact that he had his own and a place to store them gave Duo a sense of belonging.
Quatre had been amused at Duo’s delight and gratitude at having his own items and somewhere to put them. Something so simple had meant a lot to the young slave – something they all took for granted. And yet Quatre could see how Duo would feel that way given the life he’d led.
With the tub now full enough, Duo turned the water off and stripped himself down, placing his clothes in a neat pile to take to the laundry later. He stepped into the warm water, breath hissing through his teeth as his backside came into contact with the water. Whilst his master hadn’t hurt him or abused him, his rear end was sore from the penetration, and was to be expected. The warmth of the water soon seeped into his aching muscles, easing them and soothing away the soreness.
Having wasted enough time relaxing, Duo picked up the soap and began to wash himself. Even though he’d cleaned himself earlier, there was only so much one could do with a cloth and water. Duo’s skin was still itchy and a little sticky in places, it felt good to scrub himself. Once his body was clean, Duo took care of his hair. He shampooed and conditioned the locks as Quatre had shown him, using the special products made just for him.
The water was starting to cool so Duo quickly finished off, removed the plug and stepped out. He wrapped his hair in one of the large drying cloths and using another, briskly dried his body. Securing the cloth around his waist, Duo left the bathing chamber and returned to his and Quatre’s room.
* * *
Quatre returned from attending to his master’s chambers, humming softly to himself. With Duo’s absence from their shared quarters the previous evening, Quatre’s curiosity was getting the better of him and he was eager to know what had transpired between the long haired slave and his royal master. Quatre had no doubts that Duo would talk to him; they had shared so much already and Quatre knew the violet eyed slave trusted him.
Opening the door to their quarters, Quatre was met with the lovely sight of a naked Duo. His eyes raked appreciatively over the lithe form. “Nice,” he murmured.
Duo instinctively cowered, crouching and hunching in on himself.
“Damn, Quatre. You scared me half to death,” Duo exclaimed when he'd recovered from his scare and picked himself up from the cowering position his body had automatically gone into.
“I'm sorry,” Quatre apologized. “I thought you would have heard me come in, I didn't mean to frighten you.” Quatre's face took on a soulful expression. He really did feel bad for scaring the other slave and mentally berated himself.
“It's okay,” Duo replied and quickly reached for his clothing, pulling the pants on and feeling less vulnerable.
“Would you like a hand with your hair?” Quatre asked. The blonde knew that the quickest way to calm the other slave was to brush Duo's hair.
“If you don't mind, that would be appreciated.”
“No problem.” Quatre fetched Duo's brush and climbed onto Duo's bed, sitting down and spreading his legs so the other slave could sit between them.
Still rubbing the cloth through his hair to remove the excess water, Duo hopped on the bed and settled between Quatre's legs.
Draping the cloth over Duo's shoulders, Quatre began the task of combing his fingers through the mass first to release many of the tangles before he picked up the brush and started to work it through the strands.
The steady pull of the brush through his locks soon had Duo relaxing, his eyes drifting shut as he enjoyed the ministrations. Once he was sure that Duo was relaxed, Quatre began his questioning.
“I noticed you didn't return to our chambers last night,” Quatre began. “Did you spend the night with Prince Heero?”
Now that had Duo's eyes opening. “Ah, yes,” he replied.
Quatre chuckled to himself. “Are you going to share?”
“Ummm.”
The flush of pink began on Duo's cheeks and soon traveled down his neck, much to Quatre's amusement. “I take it that Prince Heero claimed you last night?” The deepening of the flush gave Quatre his answer. “Tell me, Duo. Did you enjoy it?”
Duo's eyes turned dreamy as his mind flitted back to the previous evening and morning. “It was... different.”
“Oh? What happened?” Quatre continued to run the brush through the drying strands.
Slowly, Duo began to recite all that had happened the previous evening and that morning. He grimaced slightly when he recounted the cock ring he’d worn all night, the ache in his balls serving to remind him that Prince Heero wasn’t about to tolerate any disobedience from him.
When Quatre heard about the cock ring and Duo’s being forced to wear it all night, He felt his own balls ache in sympathy. “I take it you're not going to disobey Prince Heero again?”
“Not if I can help it,” Duo replied.
Dividing the hair into three segments, Quatre began to braid the mass. “I did tell you that the punishment here would not be the sort you have endured in the past,” Quatre stated and tied off the braid with a purple ribbon. Placing the brush down on the bed covers to the side, Quatre eased the other slave back so Duo's back was resting against Quatre's chest.
Duo grunted softly.
Gentle hands began to run along Duo's bare arms, the long haired slave relaxing into the touch. “Our masters are not like other masters. I think you have discovered for yourself the way our masters prefer to punish us. Whipping or beating a slave, whilst it will force home the displeasure of the master, will only serve to make the slave resent the master. By using the methods of punishing through denying pleasure is a far better deterrent, don't you think?”
“Yeah, I understand that now,” Duo whispered, relaxing further into Quatre's touch.
A soft smile played over Quatre's lips as his mind conjured up images of Duo aroused and with a cock ring in place. “I must admit, I agree with Prince Heero though.”
“Oh? What do you mean?” asked Duo, clearly puzzled.
“The sight of you naked, aroused and wearing a cock ring would be quite delicious.”
“Quatre!” Duo cried and squirmed around to smack the other slave.
The slap landed on Quatre's upper arm and instantly Duo froze, realizing what he'd done. Before Quatre could react, Duo had scrambled from between his legs and sat cowering at the foot of the bed.
“Duo-”
“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hit you, Quatre,” Duo sobbed out, his hands covering his head as he crouched into a ball.
Quatre gave a sigh and eased himself forward. “Duo...”
“I didn't mean to do it, I'm so sorry. It won't happen again. Please don't tell Prince Heero,” Duo pleaded, still cowering in a ball, hands over his head.
Inch by inch, Quatre made his way down the bed. He was wary of moving too fast, lest he cause the skittish slave further distress. He kept his posture relaxed, his features soft and a smile played upon his lips. Finally reaching Duo, he let a hand move forward and stroke lightly across Duo's arm. “It's okay, Duo. You didn't hurt me and no one is going to punish you.”
“But, I hit you. A slave is forbidden to hit another slave,” Duo whimpered.
“Oh, Duo. You didn't hit me as such, you were only playing around, there was no malice in the gesture.” Quatre dared to move a little closer and gently worked his arm around the trembling slave's shoulders.
“But it still doesn't change the fact that I hit you,” Duo replied, the misery clear in his voice.
“Duo, no one is going to punish you. You didn't hit me to hurt me, I know that.” Quatre's arm tightened a fraction and he allowed a sigh to escape when he felt Duo start to lean into him and relax a little. “Hush now. You've done nothing wrong.”
Gradually, Duo calmed, the gentle aura that surrounded the blonde easing his distress. “Are you sure I won't get into trouble?” Duo managed to ask, his voice trembling a touch.
“I'm positive. I won't be telling Prince Heero, and even he did find out, I know he wouldn't punish you for simply playing around,” Quatre replied.
“Thank you,” Duo whispered.
Quatre held the other slave for a few minutes longer until he was certain Duo had calmed down. “When do you need to attend your master again?” he asked.
“I am to return to his chambers with his lunch,” Duo said and glanced to the window where the sun was sitting almost overhead. “Shit! It's nearly lunch time now.” Duo scrambled from Quatre's embrace and hastily reached for his shirt, tugging the garment over his head.
“Slow down, Duo,” Quatre chuckled as he watched the long haired slave get himself tangled in the shirt in his haste.
“If I don't hurry I'll be late with my master's lunch and Prince Heero will be angry with me.” Duo trembled as he tried desperately to sort himself out.
“Come here and let me help before you tear the shirt,” Quatre demanded.
Duo did as the blonde requested and moments later he was untangled and had his shirt on properly. “Thank you.”
“You're welcome.”
“I may see you a little later. It all depends on what my master wants of me.”
Quatre smiled. “Okay, now you'd better get going.”
With a shy smile, Duo left the room and made his way through the castle halls to the kitchens.
~ * ~
tbc...
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