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Cages	By : Ryoko21 Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 14164 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Heero 178

Master’s outburst surprised everyone, but I think it was Wufei who had the hardest time getting over it. Throughout the rest of the ride to the castle, I saw him casting surreptitious glances at Master, like he was trying to sneak a peak inside Master’s brain. But then, Wufei always did expect more from others. I wasn’t surprised that Master’s obsession with winning Collar bothered him, simply that he needed to think that there was something deeper there. Master wouldn’t be in Collar if he didn’t want to win. All his strange behavior aside, he was still a master.

As the train pulled through the fortress-like walls of the compound, Trowa and I quickly put our shirts back on (glad enough that that’s all Duo had managed to get off of us) and followed Master and the others into the courtyard.

We were met by one of Darus’ slaves. He was tall, muscular, with shoulder length black hair and strong, defined facial features. He did not smile at us, and his eyes were hidden by large, black sunglasses, so it was impossible to decipher his reaction to our entrance.

“My master welcomes you,” the boy said, his tone as serious without being unwelcoming or aggressive. “He bids you to make yourself at home in the apartments he has provided for you, and to pleasure him with your company at dinner in one hour. He also requests that you provide the entertainment for tonight’s meal.”

I made certain not to glance toward Master, although I was sure several of the others probably did. Master, in general, did not like displaying his slaves for others, but I doubted he would deny a request from a potential ally. Especially not one as renowned as Dr. Darus.

"Tell your Master that I am grateful for his hospitality, and I will see what I can manage for entertainment on such short notice,” master replied, in the same neutral but serious tone. Most masters would have promised amazing entertainment for the night, so I was sure that Master’s response would stand out. However, if the entertainment that he provided was skilled and impressive, it would seem that he was only being modest, and perhaps play in his favor. Hopefully, Duo would volunteer us for tonight’s entertainment.

The slave then led us through the halls of the castle, failing to remove his sunglasses even in the dim light. The room he showed us to was a set of two bedrooms connected to a main sitting room, which housed a huge, roaring fireplace. The ceilings were high, with stone walls and a gloom brought on by the lack of many windows, but the fireplace cast a glow around the room that made it seem more homey, and the tapestries on the walls made them look less foreboding. However, I could tell that Duo, at least, was still unnerved by the room, and he slid up to touch shoulders with me for reassurance. I noticed Quatre moving closer to Trowa as well.

As soon as the other slave left the room, however, Duo perked up.

“So… who’s fuckin’ for dinner?”

“Duo!”

“What?”

“That’s crude,” Master scolded.

"But accurate,” Duo teased with a grin, bouncing over to one of the plush leather couches in the room and unceremoniously flopping onto it. “When do you think the luggage will get here?”

“It’ll be here before dinner, soon enough for you all to get dressed, I’m sure. Now… back to the previous subject… Are there any volunteers?”

“Oh! Ooh! So me! Me me me! I haven’t gotten any in weeks! Please?” Duo pleaded.

Deny him one goddamn time and he acts like he’ll die from lack of sex.

Duo and I will perform at dinner, Master. We have the most experience together, and Duo is the most sought-after dancer, so we are the natural choice.”

Not to mention that we’d been so busy lately that we hadn’t had time to have much sex, and I was feeling a little hard-up anyway.

“It’s settled then. You and Duo can practice your routine and relax before dinner. I think I’m going to take a nap for a bit. Anyone else?” Master asked, and then led the others into the main bedroom. I settled on the couch beside Duo. He sat up and grinned at me.

“Like we need any fucking practice.”

It didn’t seem like any time at all before dinner came and found us all dressed, lined up on either side of Master at the dinner table. It wasn’t normal for slave to be fed with their masters, but it wasn’t unheard of, and Master Darus’ slave had warned us not to eat before attending when he dropped off the luggage.

We were at a square table, with Darus seated at the head, the customary place for the hosting master, while Zechs was seated across from Master Zephyr and his slave, Sparrow. Darus’ slaves circled him on cushions on the floor, each eating their own meal. The one who had welcomed us was present, still wearing those dark sunglasses along with only gray shorts, which showed off his muscular physique. I could tell that he would be one of my competitors in only a few weeks. Beside him was a boy with ginger hair, wearing shorts of the same color and a pair of long, billowing sleeves that completely concealed his arms, all in the same color gray. There was a blonde boy with long pants on, and a final boy with long, brown hair and a frail appearance wearing a button-down shirt. Not a bad-looking group of slaves, if strangely attired.

Darus himself was dressed in a thick red robe and cotton clothing beneath it. You could tell his age from the wrinkles and short, silver hair, but his eyes were clear and sharp with intelligence, and his hands were steady enough to pour wine into champagne glasses without spilling a drop.

“It seems that you’ve managed to amass yourself quite an array of slaves in a short time here. If I may ask, what have you found helps most in training them?”

“The same thing most masters will tell you, I suspect,” Master responded seamlessly. “A good balance of discipline and reward. But, what of your slaves? I hear you’ve managed feats in the physical events.”

“Hm,” Darus replied, smiling softly. “I supposed everyone has a small hobby that they excel at. Mine just happens to be improving the physical body.”

“You know, there’s a difference between being modest and smug,” Master Zephyr responded. “Show them off already, we all know you’re dying to.”

Darus rolled his eyes. “You take all the fun out of these things, do you know that? I’m supposed to wait until conversation leads us to my newest project, or until my guest inquires. It’s all supposed to happen naturally, thank you.”

“Well, allow me to oblige, then,” Master said, falling naturally into the flow of their banter. “Would you be so kind as to detail you latest project to me? I’m terribly interested to see what you’ve done.”

“See?” Darus said to Zyphyr, “That’s just the sort of opening I was looking for. And where is Lenz?” The slave with the sunglasses rose and moved to kneel by his master’s side. “Now, this can be a bit startling if you are unprepared,” Darus said, then removed Lenz’s sunglasses.

Lenz’s eyes glimmered like steel. Instead of having human eyes, there were two metallic balls with a small, black hole for an iris. The metallic eyes swiveled and glanced around the room like normal eyes, but the lack of life or emotion in them was eerie and unsettling, and I saw even Master twitch backwards.

“It is… somewhat startling. Is his vision impaired?” Master asked, curious now that his immediate reaction had been overcome.

“Not at all. Actually, his eyes are better equipped to handle close and long-range vision, although his vision is extremely poor at night. Although I’ve got schematics planned to work on that particular issue,” he said, laying his hand affectionately across Lenz’s cheek. Lenz smiled, and then replaced his glasses and took his seat.

“That is an amazing project,” Master said, and Darus laughed.

“Oh no. Lenz has had those eyes for almost two years now. No, the project I’m speaking of is an upgrade I completed last week. It’s an adaptation that allows him to see distances of up to two miles. Made him a crack-shot, hasn’t done anything for his ego, though,” Darus said, casting a glance at Lenz that was met with a smirk.

“Are these… adjustments allowed in the Collar competitions?” Master wondered.

“Of course, or I wouldn’t be so sought after. As long as 80% of the competitor is flesh, it’s still allowed.”

“So… why haven’t I seen more of these… additions in Collar?”

“No one else can afford them,” Zephyr put in. “There’s probably the amount of Collar’s prize in Lenz’s eyes alone.”

“Oh, now, now.” Darus said affectionately. “You can’t measure a work of art in dollars and cents.”

“You mean gold bars and diamonds,” Zephyr said, but it was simply banter, there was no malice in it.

“So… if it’s so expensive… why do it?” Master wondered.

“Oh, I was a leading surgeon for more years than I’d like to admit,” Darus replied. “I’ve got plenty of money. In my old age, I’ve just been tinkering around with my craft.”

“But…” Master began, but Darus interrupted him.

“Come now, I think we’ve had enough talk about me. Perhaps we’re ready for the entertainment?”

I could tell that Master was fascinated, but he was far from ready to deny a request from our host, so put his questions aside.

And that was the cue for Duo and I to take center stage. I was surprised to feel a shiver go up my spine, and couldn’t tell if it was from nervousness or from excitement. Or perhaps both.

Contrary to common belief, we did not just get on the table and start fucking. Considering the table wasn’t all that big and the masters were still eating, that would have been both rude and awkward. Instead, Master Darus had been kind enough to lay a large pallet out for us just beyond the table, although Duo and I were by no means beyond using the floor.

Someone cued some soft, upbeat music as Duo and I rose. Duo was wearing a long, dark purple button-down top with only the first few buttons done, so that it swirled behind him like a cape, showing off his perfect abs and naval before dark leather pants hid everything but the outline of his lower body. I was wearing dark blue jeans that had been tastefully tattered until most of my legs were visible, and a white silk shirt that clung to my skin and outlined every indentation of my abdominal muscles.

In his customary style, Duo practically raced to the bed, doing a front flip and giving a loud, “Yeehaw!” as he flopped onto the mattress. But that was Duo, all energy and enthusiasm. It was part of what made him so unique, and part of what made him to popular. I smiled, knowing what a show-off Duo is at heart, and then followed slowly after him, giving the masters time to appreciate how my muscles moved as I walked. I could be just as much of a showman as Duo, I just had a different style.

It had always been that way. Duo and I were a lot alike, but in different ways. We were both very competitive, but where I would study and plan and prepare to reach my goal, Duo would just throw himself at the obstacle until it gave up. And we were both very fierce lovers, but where I liked to learn my lover like a puzzle, taking apart the likes and dislikes and putting things back together to create a great orgasm, Duo like to play his lover like a game, moving down the body until he had almost reached the goal, only to shoot back up and start all over again. It was all about understanding for me, and all about having fun for Duo.

Which is why, even though we’d talked about this scene, we hadn’t planned it out like some performers do. It never worked out for Duo to preplan a scene, and the few times we’d tried it he’d deviated so far from the script that I’d had trouble following, so we’d decided not to do that anymore.

So, as Duo pulled me down to the mat and pinned me under him for a fierce kiss, I felt the eyes of the masters and the other slaves on me and worried for a minute that I would mess up. I felt lost without a plan, and even Duo’s weight across my thighs could not keep the chill of terror from creeping up my spine.

But Duo is a natural showman. He could tell that I was getting nervous form the way my body tensed beneath him, and as he leaned down to theatrically lick my ear, he whispered, “The more fun you have, baby, the more fun they’re gonna have. Just fuck me.”

It wasn’t much in the way of reassurance, but it was exactly what I needed. Duo grinned, and I smirked right back at him, flipping us over so that I was on top. Duo grinned like a maniac, then leaned up and bit my neck. It was something of a warning; Duo wasn’t fond of being held down, and especially not in front of an audience. Without the background of trust we had, I never would have been able to do it. It was a subtle reminder that the mental wounds from Duo’s treatment had been recently closed.

But the masters didn’t see that. They saw Duo nip at my neck, then run his mouth from the base of my throat to my ear, and then suck at the lobe. I moaned, thrusting my hips at Duo’s groin, and then helped maneuver the robe from his shoulders. Our lips met once he was free and he arched back, brushing his taut abs against my stomach. He reached up, still kissing me, and inched my shirt up my back until we finally broke the kiss for him to pull it off.

I heard something from behind us then, but ignored it as Duo sat up and I began to rain kisses down his abdomen. I placed all my attention into lavishing Duo with affection, so that even the tensing of Duo’s abdomen did not prepare me to feel a timid touch to my shoulder.

I jumped and spun around, only to find Sparrow standing behind me, looking shy and a little sheepish. Lenz was behind him, waiting patiently, his posture more than his expression revealing neutrality. Obviously, the two had been sent to join Duo and myself, which was a surprise but not unheard of. Masters would often send a well behaved slave to couple with a popular slave as a reward, or for the enjoyment of seeing the two interact. It would be an insult to our host not to let the two perform with us.

But I looked to Master anyway, because although I had no issue with coupling with either of the two, Master had never allowed us to couple with any slave outside of our group, and just recently Trowa had and the results had been devastating. I couldn’t risk betraying Master by being with another slave, even if it got me in trouble in other areas.

Master didn’t look pleased by the situation, his mouth a solid line of anxiety, but he nodded his consent anyway, and I had no more time to worry about him because Duo and I needed to focus on the task at hand or the performance would quickly go flat.

Duo has always been far more adaptable than I am. It took him a split second between the time Master nodded his head and the time Duo had Sparrow pinned to the floor, both of them giggling and tussling like old friends. But, then again, Duo is a top through and through, and Sparrow was possibly even more of a bottom than Quatre.

I didn’t have that luxury. I do well as a top, and I feel comfortable as a bottom. So I have to rely on my partner to tell me which one would be more appropriate. Unfortunately, Lenz’s demeanor and expression gave me no clues, so the best I could do was hold out my hand and hope Lenz took the invitation.

Lenz spared no time in taking my hand and pulling me into a swift embrace. Our lips met, and his were firm but gentle against my own. He was unyielding, yet gentle in the way he kissed, his tongue darting out against my lips, determinedly seeking entry and pressing my lips apart. I opened my mouth for him and let my tongue dart out to meet his. I let him lean me backwards and settle me onto the mat, understanding that he wanted to top. It made me feel a bit better, to at least have that much figured out.

I ran my hands down Lenz shoulders. He was tense, more so than I had expected even with being asked to pair with an unknown slave. I took my hands back down his arms and across his chest. He leaned me back against the mattress, rubbing his groin against mine.

But something was off. It wasn’t as though I expected to have a strong connection with a slave I had so recently met, but his movements with me seemed so… robotic. He gave no reaction at all when I ran my hands across his body, and even his grinding had no passion to it. Could it be that he really didn’t want to have sex with me?

But that didn’t make sense either. Even though his grinding was less than passionate, I could tell from the bulge beneath his shorts that he was aroused. So what was I doing to cause such a cold reaction from him? Was it simply his nature?

I wished that I could see his eyes again. Could mechanical eyes portray feeling? Something was off about our interaction. I didn’t expect him to fall in love with me, but he was portraying such an apathy that I knew I would have to do something quickly or there would be no fire in our performance. It was hard enough for me to stir the same kinds of emotions Duo did, and that was without the added difficulty of having a blatantly disinterested partner. For fuck’s sake, he wouldn’t even look me in the eyes!

And that was it. Even as Lenz rubbed against me, even as I kissed him, he would not look at my face.

I reached up slowly, ever mindful that what I was about to do could turn out very badly. Lenz stilled as my hands rose, jerking his face back as far as he could without standing. Then he stilled, not wanting to actually run away, I think. My hands reached the edges of his glasses and I slowly pulled them away from his face.

He would not meet my stare for a moment, then boldly looked me in the eyes. His face portrayed anger, but I could tell it was hiding fear. Did he think he was a monster? But I knew all too well how ugly one can feel when hiding imperfections. I still tried to keep my back concealed when I could, and turned it away from others when I could not hide it. If anyone could understand that kind of fear, it was me.

And I knew, too, how little it meant to be told that you were beautiful. If you did not believe it, it would not matter.

But his eyes were beautiful. Shimmering glass covered them, making it look like he was just about to cry. The irises were silver, with different shades interlocked like puzzle pieces. The pupil focused just like a camera lens, much more quickly than a human eye, but it only served to make him look that much more nervous. That much more vulnerable.

There were tiny scars at the edge of his eyes, almost like crows feet but more pronounced and a pale white color. I leaned up and kissed the scars, and remembering the reaction this treatment had brought with my own scars I wasn’t surprised to feel Lens jump as I kissed him. As I kissed the other side I could feel him tense above me, but this time with emotion. As I leaned back and met his eyes again, I could see the pain and relief warring inside him. He bit his lip, and his eyes seemed just a bit brighter.

And then he kissed me, this time with none of the control he had shown earlier. This wasn’t a mechanical kiss; it was a kiss of pure emotion. His lips met mine desperately and it seemed like he was trying to pull the very soul out of my body through my lips. When we broke the kiss, he immediately began to dot kisses all the way down my body, pushing my shirt up when it got in his way and only stopping as he reached my pants.

He pulled at them desperately, and I reached down and undid the buttons to allow him access. He pulled them off me quickly, taking my member into his hand and stroking it as soon as it was free. I hissed in appreciation, removing my shirt and then tugging on his shorts. He removed them without hesitation, letting a good-sized member spring forth. I reached out and caressed him, and he met my eyes once again with the burning intensity that I had hoped our coupling would inspire.

We caressed for only a little bit longer, because Lenz was simply too excited to be able to drag this out. He sat down, pulling me to sit on his lap. I held myself up using his shoulders and allowed him to position himself at my entrance.

As he pressed into my, he stared directly into my eyes, knowing that I was staring directly into his. There was no mask. There was no hiding. There was only us, only this action, only now. He held my gaze as he slipped inside of me, and as we began to move together. He held it as we both began thrusting at a frenzied pace, and even as he reached down and took my member into his hand, bringing me off as he orgasmed. Only when the orgasm hit him did he look away, laying his face in the crook of my neck and yelling his completion. I came with a groan only a moment later.

When a cheer came a moment later, I was so bewildered that I actually fell off of Lenz and onto the mattress beside him. It was only then that I remembered where I was and realized, mortifyingly, that I had just done all those wanton acts in front of a crowd. Lenz and I sported matching blushes, and we both hurried to replace our clothes. Lenz cast one last glance into my face before donning his glasses once again, giving me a look that was both grateful and happy as he went to rejoin his master.

As I took my seat once again beside Master I was happy to see that he looked proud of me, but upset to see that Lenz’s master looked more concerned than pleased with him.

As Sparrow and Duo began to move, I could only settle at Master’s feet and hope I hadn’t gotten Lenz in trouble.
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