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Bound, Bonded and Betrayed	By : Deb Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 13360 -:- 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
- 17
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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 17
The priest spoke briefly with Heero and Trowa who was Heero's best man in the quiet of the vestry. Although they had met a few days before and gone through the rehearsal, the priest thought it best to have a few minutes with which to recap the ceremony and answer any questions the prince may have.
A young choirboy knocked on the vestry door to let the priest know that the bride was coming up the cathedral drive. Thanking the boy, the priest checked his robes and motioned for the two young men to follow him. They exited the vestry, walked along a short hall and entered the cathedral just to the side of the altar. The priest led them to the front of the altar and positioned them to his left as he stood just in front of the altar and looked down the long aisle.
Another choirboy was positioned at the cathedral doors, ready to let the organist know when the bride was about to enter.
*
Relena couldn't believe the number of people that lined the streets to watch the carriages drive past. Colonia was certainly a larger kingdom than Sanq. With a smile of complete happiness on her face she eagerly waved back to the people that one day she would be queen of. Milliardo smiled in amusement at his sister.
The carriage began to slow, signaling their arrival at the cathedral and causing Relena's nerves to start to play up again. “Do I look okay?” she asked her brother as the carriage came to a halt.
“Relena, you look breathtaking,” Milliardo assured. “You remind me of the fairytale princess' in the books our mother used to read to us and I'm sure you will have just as much of a happy ending as they did.” A footman appeared at the carriage door. “Come, let us not keep your prince waiting any longer.” The door opened and Milliardo stepped out, holding his hand for Relena to take and steady herself as she exited the coach.
Dorothy appeared out of nowhere and assisted the princess on the other side. Once Relena was standing on the ground, Dorothy fussed around her dress, smoothing it out and fluffing where necessary. Straightening the veil, she looked into her mistress' eyes. “You look lovely, mistress.”
“Thank you, Dorothy.” The trio walked forward to the stone steps of the cathedral and ascended them. Pausing in front of the large doors, Dorothy checked Relena's dress and veil one last time before a choirboy escorted her around the side of the cathedral and through a side door to sit in the same area as Duo and Quatre.
Turning to her brother, Relena smiled nervously. “I suppose we should make our entrance.”
“Yes, we should,” Milliardo replied and offered his arm to his sister who slipped her own through it. The choirboy gave the nod and the organist began to play. Relena took a deep breath and began to walk down the long aisle to where her prince waited.
The sounds of the old organ resonated through the large cathedral, the gathered guests all stood up and turned to catch a glimpse of the bride as she entered the cathedral and walked calmly down the aisle. Feeling the weight of so many eyes upon her, Relena held her head high as she walked. Up ahead at the altar, she could see the priest waiting. Just to his side she noted her prince and his brother and a smile crept over her face.
Prince Heero cut a stunning figure in his formal attire. White shirt with a slight ruffle at the ends of the sleeves and around the neck, deep blue jacket with gold epaulettes, buttons and trim hugged his slim build. Black leggings topped off with knee high, black boots completed his ensemble. Prince Trowa wore the same outfit, only his jacket was red.
When the organ began to play, Heero took a deep breath and turned slightly to look up the aisle to the cathedral entry. Moments later his bride walked into view and even Heero had to admit she looked lovely. The wedding dress was white, ruffled at the neck and completely encasing Relena's upper body. Long sleeves of see through lace ended at slim wrists, the hands encased in white gloves. The dress accented the Princess' slim waist before spreading out into a full skirt that brushed the floor as she walked. Her hair was partially swept up and a silver tiara adorned her head, a sheer veil attached to it and covering her face.
Before Heero knew it, Relena and her brother were standing beside him.
To the side, Duo and Quatre watched the proceedings with curiosity. Neither slave had attended a formal wedding before, actually, Duo had never attended a wedding at all and Quatre could barely remember having attended a few weddings when he had been a part of the desert tribe, but they had been nothing like the scale of the one he was witnessing today.
Duo's eyes had been glued to his master, admiring the man and feeling warmed that he was the one to look after such a noble man. When the princess entered the cathedral and began to walk towards Heero, Duo's eyes couldn't help but be drawn in her direction. The princess almost glowed as she walked gracefully down the aisle towards Heero. When she reached him and stood at his side, Duo's chest began to ache and his eyes started to water. There was no way he could compete with the princess for his master's affections, simply looking at the couple one could tell it was a fairy tale wedding. The handsome prince and his equally beautiful bride – it was a perfect match.
“Are you alright, Duo?” Quatre whispered from his side.
Not trusting his voice, Duo nodded, keeping his eyes firmly on the couple that stood at the altar. Knowing Quatre could also sense emotions, he did his best to bury his feelings as deeply as possible; hopefully Quatre wouldn't pick up on them given the amount of emotion that had to be swirling around the cathedral.
“Don't they make a wonderful couple?” Dorothy sighed from Quatre's other side. She'd picked up on Duo's silence and one look at the slave had told her he wasn't feeling too happy. She decided to try and push the 'knife' a little deeper into Duo's heart. “I'm sure they will have lots of lovely children too.”
Biting his lip, Duo did his best to block out the malicious words. He knew it was true, the princess would be able to give the prince children, but Dorothy didn't need to rub his face in it!
With Relena's arrival at his side, Heero turned his head slightly and gave her a smile. She returned the smile with one of her own before fixing her attention back on the priest who cleared his throat and opened his bible.
The ceremony went for a little while, the priest reading passages from the bible, the choir singing various hymns until finally they arrived at the part everyone had been waiting for; the exchanging of the vows. The priest read the words out, Heero dutifully repeating them as he held Relena's hand in his. Relena repeated her vows after Heero and then it was time for Trowa to hand over the rings. Relena slipped off the glove on her left hand, passing it to her brother to hold.
Heero carefully slipped the ring along Relena's finger, speaking the words the priest told him to. With the ring nestled at the base of her finger, Relena took the offered, larger ring and repeated the action and words, slipping the ring onto Heero's finger.
“With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife,” the priest stated and closed his bible. “You may kiss your bride.”
Reaching forward, Heero lifted the veil, leaned in and gave the princess a quick kiss to the lips. Relena reciprocated the kiss and was a little disappointed that it was so short. The many guests all cheered and applauded the couple, the organist began to play and the priest led the couple out to the vestry for the signing of the documents.
“What happens now?” Duo whispered to Quatre.
“Once they have signed all the paperwork the priest will bring them back out and they will walk back out of the cathedral. I'm guessing they will remain here for a short while to speak to several of the guests and mingle a bit. Once that's over with they will go back to the castle for the reception,” Quatre replied.
“Ah. Ummm... What about us?”
“Once the bride and groom have exited we will slip out the side door and go around to the front and find Prince Trowa. He will let us know if we are required and what we are to do from there.”
“Thanks, Quatre.” Duo leaned back in his chair and relaxed a little. The ache was still present in his chest, but it had dulled a touch.
Just as Quatre had said, the couple emerged from the vestry with the priest, Prince Trowa and Prince Milliardo a short while later. The priest presented the married couple to the gathered guests and stepped back so they could begin their walk back down the aisle and out to the front of the cathedral to mingle. Relena's arm was hooked through Heero's, the princess positively beaming as she walked beside her new husband. Heero's face remained impassive – he neither smiled nor frowned.
Once the couple had reached the end of the aisle, Quatre nudged Duo. “Time for us to move,” he whispered.
Before Duo could even get to his feet, Dorothy was already on hers and heading for the side door. As she left she spoke over her shoulder. “I'll see you later, my mistress and new master will require my assistance.” With that, she was gone, leaving a bewildered Duo and annoyed Quatre behind.
“Come on, Duo,” Quatre said softly and took the other slave by the arm. “Prince Trowa is waiting for us. Take no notice of her.”
“I thought I was to look after my master, not her,” Duo said in a small voice, clearly unsure of himself.
“Prince Heero did tell you he would still require your services, did he not?” Quatre asked, head cocked to one side.
“Yes, yes he did,” Duo replied slowly.
“Then trust in your master, Duo. I wouldn't believe anything that maid says.” Quatre pulled the long haired slave along with him and out through the side door.
Duo allowed himself to be propelled out of the cathedral, his mind still chewing over Dorothy's spiteful words.
* * *
When Duo and Quatre appeared at the front of the cathedral it was hard to spot Prince Heero and his bride for the many guests that were surrounding the newly weds to offer their congratulations. Quatre did manage to catch sight of his master and grabbing Duo by the arm he wormed them through the crowd to appear at Prince Trowa's side.
“Master,” Quatre said softly and bowed his head.
“Ah, my sweet Quatre and Duo. Wasn't it a lovely service?”
“Yes, master, it was.”
Although Duo made sure to keep his head bowed, his eyes wandered over the crowd from under his bangs. They narrowed a touch when he finally located his master and the princess. That maid, Dorothy had managed to ensconce herself beside the pair and was busy making a fuss of the princess – and even going as far as to try and smooth the prince's jacket. Duo scowled and felt the anger rising in his chest.
Quatre picked up on the emotion coming from his fellow slave and followed Duo's line of sight where the reason for his annoyance became obvious. Gentle natured as he was, even Quatre couldn't help but feel angry at the maid's obvious attempt to take over Duo's duties. A quick glance to his master and Quatre was pleased to note that Prince Trowa also appeared to be watching the couple... and the maid.
Prince Trowa wasn't stupid, he could read the distress in Duo's body language, see the discomfort in his brother when the maid attempted to 'look after' him and decided to intervene. “Duo, Quatre, come with me,” he ordered and began to move towards the couple. Just before they got to the pair, Trowa spoke quietly to Duo. “Duo, please attend to your master, he will need you for a few moments before we go back to the castle for the reception. Quatre, you stay with me for the moment.”
Nodding, Duo stepped forward to where Prince Heero stood exchanging a few words with another nobleman. Spotting his slave, Heero motioned him to come closer and excused himself from the other man. Duo wasn't completely sure, but it did seem to him that his master looked relieved when he saw him and that gave him a little measure of comfort.
“Duo,” the prince sighed. “I need a few moments away from all this. Please, accompany me.”
“As you wish, master.”
The prince turned to his bride to inform her of his intentions when Dorothy stepped forward to try and brush away an imaginary bit of dirt from the prince's shoulder. Heero twisted out of her way and fixed her with a cold glare. “Do not touch me, I have my own slave to take care of my needs.”
Duo couldn't help but overhear the words and he had to bite his lip to stop from grinning. Dorothy's eyes narrowed as she scowled, the reprimand not sitting well with her. Both men turned away from the maid and missed the look of spite and malice she shot in Duo's direction.
Having informed the princess he would be back in a moment, Heero, with Duo in tow strode around the side of the cathedral and slipped inside a side door. Following a corridor, Heero opened another door and stepped into what served as a rest room. With the door closed and the silence falling over him, Heero gave a loud sigh, closed his eyes and slumped his shoulders. Duo had followed him through and into the rest room in complete silence, dropping to his knees once the door was shut. Hearing the sigh, he became a little concerned.
“Master? Are you alright?” he asked quietly.
“I don't like crowds,” Heero replied. “Oh, I know this is all necessary, but I feel very uncomfortable with large numbers of people surrounding me.”
Duo could understand that. His master was usually a solitary person, sharing the company of only a few of his most trusted friends or his brother at any time. Being within a large group of people made him vulnerable; and although Duo knew his prince was more than capable of looking after himself plus having the palace guard, not to mention Wufei surrounding and protecting him as well, in a large crowd he would still be an easy target for someone who had a grudge against him.
“Stand up, Duo and come here.” Duo stood and approached his master, finding himself drawn closer and his lips suddenly plundered in a deep kiss, a kiss that had Duo going weak at the knees and his mind telling him that his master hadn't kissed his bride like this.
“M- Master?” Duo managed to pant out when he was released.
A soft smile graced Heero's lips as he stared at his slave. Raising a hand, he trailed his fingers down Duo's cheek. “Thank you for restoring a little normalcy to my soul. Now come, we should return before anyone comes looking for me.” Heero dropped his hand. “I wish for you to stay beside me while we finish speaking with the people. When we leave to return to the castle, follow in the carriage as before; my brother will be with you. My bride and I will go directly to our marital chambers when we get back to the castle to freshen up a bit. I will require you to assist me.”
“Yes, master. Will that be all?”
Leaning in and giving his slave a peck to the lips, Heero spoke again. “One more thing; do not let that maid near me again, please.”
Seeing the amusement in his master's blue eyes and hearing the pleading tone to the voice, Duo smiled in relief. “It will be my pleasure to keep her away from you, master.”
* * *
The many guests had arrived at the castle and been escorted through to the grand ballroom where the wedding feast was to take place. King Treize and Queen Une stood at the entrance to the ballroom, the elegant couple greeting the guests as they arrived before they were shown to their respective tables.
The ballroom was rectangular in shape, tables and chairs all set out down the two, long sides. At the top of the ballroom sat another table, decorated with a white tablecloth, large flower decorations, silverware, golden goblets and large pitchers of wine. To the left of the main table the court musicians played softly and the area directly in front of the main table remained bare. The guests tables all bore silverware and silver goblets, the tablecloths were a pale blue and the floral arrangements much smaller. To the rear of the ballroom were two doors which led directly to the kitchens and allowed for the food to be brought out with minimal disruption.
As the last of the guests trickled through and took their places, Prince Trowa and Prince Milliardo arrived. The two princes conversed briefly with the king and queen, giving all the guests ample time to seat themselves and have their goblets filled with wine by the many servants before walking towards the main table to take their own seats.
Having seen to his master and assisted the prince to freshen up, Duo left the chambers and aimed for the grand ballroom. Quatre had promised to wait for him and take him through the side entrance to their places. The two slaves met up, Quatre leading Duo through a couple of corridors and stopping by a door.
“Let me just check your appearance,” Quatre said and quickly adjusted Duo's tunic. “Perfect. Follow me.” Quatre opened the door and slipped inside the ballroom.
Duo did his best not to gawk at everything. The door they had entered through brought them into the ballroom just to the side of the main table. The noise inside wasn't too loud, but enough to let Duo know that no one was watching them – something he was grateful for. Feeling a tug to his hand, Duo turned his eyes to Quatre who was motioning for him to walk behind the main table. They passed behind several chairs until Duo spotted his familiar cushion beside a chair.
“I'll be just on the other side next to my master,” Quatre whispered. Duo nodded and glanced past the backs of the chairs. He could see Quatre's cushion three chairs down and another cushion beside the chair next to his master's. Seeing the look of curiosity, Quatre explained. “That will be for Dorothy.”
“Ah.” Duo had completely forgotten that the princess' maid would also be there. Before he could ask any further questions, Quatre darted off to stand behind his master's chair and Dorothy materialized behind the chair next to where Duo was standing.
The maid turned and looked down her nose at Duo, gave him a sneer and then fixed her attention back on the main doors.
Doing his best to ignore the maid, Duo stood up straight and also watched the main doors.
The king, queen, princes Trowa and Milliardo all arrived at the main table and stood behind a chair. Standing behind them with their backs against the wall stood several servants, each waiting to seat and serve their designated royal.
The musicians stopped their background music to play a short fanfare, announcing the arrival of the newlyweds. Silence fell over the room as everyone stood up to welcome the married couple. Prince Heero swept into the room, the princess on his arm and glowing with happiness. They walked down the center of the ballroom to the applause of the guests and rounded the main table. Heero paused before the king and queen, acknowledging them with a bow, Relena with a curtsey and then continued on to escort his wife to her seat.
Dorothy stepped back, pulling the chair out a little for Relena to slip between it and the table. As she sat, Dorothy moved around her, fluffing her dress and keeping it smooth and out of the way as the princess settled and got comfortable. With his bride seated, Heero stepped back to his own seat, Duo reaching forward and pulling the elaborate chair out for him. As he sat, Duo pushed the chair back in a touch and then stepped back.
The rest of the royals took their seats, the guests following suit and once everyone was seated, Duo followed Quatre's example and dropped to his knees on his cushion beside his master's chair. The position was a familiar one to him and helped to soothe some of the anxiety he was feeling with being surrounded by so many people. Idly he wondered if his master would feed him and had to bite his lip to stop the snort of laughter from escaping.
With everyone seated, the musicians began to play again and the servants began to filter into the room with the first course of the wedding feast...
* * *
It was late when the wedding feast began to wind down. Duo managed to cover a yawn with his hand, it had been a very long day. The feast had been nothing short of exceptional. Noin had outdone herself with the food, the sheer amount and variety had stunned Duo. He'd had his own bowl which had been filled at the start of each course and he'd felt guilty that he'd not been able to eat all of it – but there was simply too much.
All the guests had appreciated the food and wine, several of them were well on their way to being completely drunk and Duo didn't envy any of them the sore heads they would be suffering with on the following morning. He did note his master hardly drank any wine, something he was grateful for as he'd suffered in the past with masters' who had drunk too much and although he knew he had no right to question anything his master demanded of him, he'd rather not be used as a whipping post.
The prince and princess finally decided to leave, Prince Heero making a speech and thanking their guests before speaking with his parents. Taking his bride by the hand, the pair left the ballroom, Duo following along behind and fully aware of Dorothy beside him.
Arriving back at the marital suite, Dorothy and the princess disappeared into the adjoining powder room whilst Duo followed his master into the bed chamber. During the wedding ceremony and following feast, the servants at the castle had moved all of the princess' things into the marital suite and most of the prince's. With a sigh, Heero flopped down into a chair, Duo coming forward to remove his master's boots and assist him in preparing for bed.
“Did you have enough to eat?” Heero asked as Duo removed his boots.
“Yes, master.”
“Good.”
“Permission to speak freely, master?”
“Permission granted.” Heero stood up to allow Duo to begin to remove his clothing.
“It was a beautiful ceremony, master. The princess looked stunning.”
“Yes, it was and she did, but I'm glad it's all over and done with. Maybe now we can all get back to some sort of normality.”
Duo hung the prince's jacket and returned to remove the shirt and leggings. “Do you wish to sleep in your nightshirt or naked, master?” Duo asked with a small blush.
“I think I'd better put on the nightshirt,” Heero replied with a wry smile.
“As you wish.” Duo fetched the nightshirt, assisting the prince to put it on. Once the prince was ready for bed, Duo folded the clothes and turned the bed down. “Is there anything else you require, master?” he asked, kneeling with his head bowed.
“No, I think that will be all for tonight, Duo.” The slave stood but before he could leave, Heero grabbed his wrist and brought him close. “Thank you for being a model slave today. I was very proud of you, Duo.” With the words said, Heero leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his slave's lips.
Stunned by both the praise and the kiss, it took Duo a moment to come to his senses. When he did, he kissed the prince back with as much feeling as he could muster. “Thank you, master,” he whispered when he was released.
“You may go now, Duo, but you are to sleep in your new quarters. I had one of the servants move some of your things into the new quarters for you and you can move the rest whilst I'm away on my honeymoon.”
“Yes, master.” Duo was a little shocked, but recovered quickly. He'd not expected to be taking residence in his new quarters so rapidly. With a bow, he turned and left the bed chamber, moving to the small door that opened into his new room. He took a quick look around, noting that only the basic things had been brought up to the new quarters. He was too tired from the long day to want to investigate any further so he simply removed his clothing and slipped on a pair of soft, cotton pants. Pulling the covers back, he climbed into the bed and did his best to settle into a comfortable position.
He tossed and turned for a while, not because the bed was uncomfortable, but because he wasn't used to the new room and truth be told, he missed Quatre's presence and the familiarity of his normal quarters. Finally he managed to settle only to have his mind decide to wake up and supply him with continuous images of the princess and some of Dorothy's catty words. The ache in his chest returned and whilst he knew he was nothing but a slave at least he'd had most of his master's attention and affection fixed on him. With the prince now being wed, and despite his master's reassurances as to his position, Duo couldn't help the knot of fear from growing in his chest.
As if to torment him further the soft sounds of lovemaking came through the walls of his room. It only served to remind Duo even more of what he could no longer have with his master. A silent tear escaped and ran down his cheek.
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tbc...
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