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Wufei 186

I waited anxiously for two hours for Zechs to return. The other slaves were worried as well, but they didn’t know what the Owner was capable of.

“You’re gonna get in trouble if you go running around,” Quatre warned, pulling me away from the door. “The last person you want to humiliate Master in front of is the Owner,” he said, but I couldn’t shake the cold feeling in my gut. As soon as he was distracted, I hurried out the door. I think Heero might have covered for me, being just as worried as I was, but I couldn’t be sure.

It wasn’t unheard of for a slave to walk alone at Collar, but it wasn’t ordinary. I hurried down the halls, trying to look unremarkable as I rushed past slaves, masters, and guards. I had been given greater freedom as the Owner’s slave and that persona must had held, because no one approached me as I hurried back to the meeting room where I had left Zechs, hoping to find him there and unharmed.

The last thing I expected was to find him naked and asleep, curled up in the corner of the sofa, clutching a pillow to his chest. There were tearstains on his cheeks and I could smell the lingering scent of sex on him, but otherwise he appeared unharmed. I knelt before him, watching his chest rise and fall. Relief flooded me that he was alive, even as I worried about what his relationship with the Owner might be. Because this certainly wasn’t the Owner’s usual was of dealing with unruly masters.

His eyes fluttered and he roused, uncurling and sitting up. He rubbed his face blearily, and for a moment he seemed more innocent than I had seen him before, and more vulnerable. His eyes met mine as he became aware of his surroundings, and he could meet my gaze for only a moment before shame and embarrassment made him turn away.

“Are you alright?” I asked softly, knowing firsthand what a damaging lover the Owner could be.

“I’m fine,” he replied, his voice soft and subdued. He grabbed one of the throw pillows form the arm of the couch and crassly used it to clean the fluids from his body, uncaring that the stains would probably ruin it. He moved around me to stand, as I was still kneeling on the floor, and went to fetch his clothes from where they had been tossed haphazardly on the floor. I stayed where I was, trying to control my temper.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Zechs was strong and noble. The Owner was not supposed to be able to touch him, to influence him. The Owner was not supposed to be able to infect Zechs like he had infected everything else in my life. Like he had infected me.

“What happened?” I asked him, and my voice was quiet, but it rang throughout the room. Zechs paused in his dressing, but did not turn to me.

“Nothing happened,” he said after a moment, and then continued to dress.

“Something happened,” I snarled, “that much is obvious. I want to know what… and why.”

“It’s nothing for you to be concerned about,” Zechs said, pulling his shirt over his head and trying too hard to keep his voice nonchalant, but I could tell his temper was rising as well. “Why can’t you ever trust my judgment?”

“Because you do not trust me as well!” I snapped. “How do you expect me to trust you when you give me nothing but lies and deceit?”

“I have never done anything to harm you or the others! I have nothing but your wellbeing in mind!”

“I’m not a dog, damn you!” I said, rising to meet him face to face. “You don’t get to make these decisions without me, without consulting me! You’re no better than him!”

The slap was sharp and quick, and it hurt more than it actually damaged. Still, I found my fingers reaching up to my cheek to cup the stinging flesh. My eyes went to Zechs’, and from the look on his face you would have thought that I’d slapped him. But the anger still burned through me, and I couldn’t forgive him.

“Fine,” I hissed, backing away from him. “Stay and spread your legs for him like a common whore! At least he never fucked me willingly!”

And then I ran, because the room was suffocating me.

And because I could no longer stand the sight of the man I loved but no longer trusted.

There weren’t many places for me to go. It was dangerous for slaves to travel alone through Collar. We were property, meat, and anyone could, and often did, take liberties with us. I could not stand to return to Zechs’ rooms and face the stares and inquiries of the other slaves, let alone Zechs when he returned. But Collar had been my home for many years, and as unsettled as I was, I found myself drawn to the familiarity of the rooms I had previously occupied.

The doors to the Owner’s quarters still unlocked to my fingerprints. My things, a small cot and a mattress, a dresser with a change of clothes, and dulled sword, were still residing there. I didn’t dare wonder if it was because the Owner assumed that Zechs would fail… or if he believed I would be returning anyway.

I took my sword, the first one I’d been given when the Owner had allowed me to train again, after he felt that I’d pleased him sexually enough and he looked for another way to make me entertaining. I let my hands find the grooves worn into the hilt. It was so familiar, that I found my feet heading for the sparing room before it even occurred to me to train.

The motions came to me without any effort or thought of my own. Movements turned into sets, sets turned into repetitions, and still the energy would not flow from me. I channeled what I could into my sword and battled as though I were fighting a demon, but just as in real life the demon lacked form and shape, and all my skill was wasted battling wind and shadows.

And then, as if my frustration had called it forward, the demon appeared.

“You’re far too skilled now for solitary practice to satisfy you,” he murmured, stalking into the training room like a big cat, his feet barely making a sound across the floor. I could feel his presence though, having had so much time to accustom myself to his ways. It was hard to fathom that we had been together for years, more years than I cared to count. And now I wondered if I would ever be free of him.

“Then, by all means, appease me,” I mocked, falling into a fighting stance. The Owner merely grinned, showing too many of his teeth and looking more threatening than attractive, and picked up a practice sword.

“Your skills have improved, but your attitude is just as fiery as ever, dragon,” he taunted, immediately picking up the attack. I fell back a step as his sword struck mine, and I could feel the force of the hit travel up my arm and to my shoulder. The brute strength of the Owner had always been one of his best assets, but it was certainly not the only reason for his skill.

I parried his attack, but he was quick and brought the sword back down before I had managed to fully recover, and I lost another step. I tried to advance, but he let loose a barrage of attacks that I simply couldn’t meet for ferocity. Each strike was just as powerful as the next, each hitting with precision and force. As I struggled to hold my own against the stronger foe, I felt the strength drain from me. It was like fighting a lion. With the pure strength of an animal, the Owner wielded his sword like a natural part of his body. Like a lion with its claws.

I was quickly backed against a wall. I dodged to the side, but my heart wasn’t in it. If Zechs couldn’t beat him, what chance did I have?

The Owner’s sword was suddenly at my throat, and I ceased my retreat to avoid running into it. His blade was dulled, but not so much that it couldn’t cut me if I pressed it too hard. My sword was ripped from my hands and tossed to the floor, soon to be followed by the Owner’s as he slammed me against the wall and claimed my mouth in a bruising kiss that made my stomach churn. As his hand descended and reached for my pants, I pulled away.

“I don’t…” I whispered, swallowing hard as my mouth dried out. “I don’t belong to you anymore. As per your agreement…”

The Owner merely threw his head back and laughed.

“I own everyone, Wufei,” he said, grinning and unperturbed by my protests. I could almost imagine that he enjoyed my objections. It must have seemed novel to him, considering I hadn’t protested his use of my body since the first time he’d taken me. He had beaten me at swordsmanship that time too, and then forced me to the floor and proceeded to show me that there was nothing he would not or could not do to my body. After the third time I’d passed out, he finally finished with me and left me lying naked on the floor in a puddle of semen and blood. I hadn’t protested after that, but it had taken months of punishment and reward for him to train me to submit and participate. And even then it had been reluctant and forced, and I think he enjoyed knowing that everything we did was entirely against my will and wholly for his benefit.

His free hand found my hair and removed my ponytail, while the other held me securely against the wall. He had told me once that he liked to release my hair, because it made me look wanton and defenseless. Sometimes I wondered if he did it simply because it irked me to have it loose. Whatever the reason, my protests where just as ineffectual this time as they had been in the past.

His hands found my hips and jerked them forward, forgoing the wall in favor of grinding against me. I found myself lifted into the air and my legs encircled his waist automatically, just as they had hundreds of times before. I could feel the Owner’s erection pressing against my thigh and I groaned, feeling sick to my stomach with the knowledge that I was just as helpless to prevent him from fucking me as I was to keep him from releasing my hair.

“You can’t do this,” I denied, and just barely managed to keep the sound of pleading out of my voice.

“I can do anything, and anyone, I want,” he corrected, and his inflection making it clear that we weren’t just talking about me.

“No!” I denied, shoving myself away from him. I fell off of him and would have gone tumbling to the ground if he hadn’t gotten a bruising grip on my arm. He used my momentum to pull my face around and gave me a resounding slap. I reeled back and my legs gave out, only being held up by the Owner’s grip on my arm. My hand went to my cheek for the second time that day, and I thought sardonically that Zechs’ had felt much more painful, even as I could feel the bruise this one had put on my face.

The Owner dropped me and I sprawled on the ground only a second before he climbed on top of me. His body was as large and as solid as it had ever been, and the will to fight went out of me. Nothing had changed, really, and I was a fool for thinking it had.

“You lose again, Wufei,” he said, his breath whispering along the nape of my neck as he pressed his face to my shoulder. I shuddered and felt my body begin to heat at the same time. As much as I hated the Owner, my body had become accustomed to him, and there was no denying the aura of sex he exuded. He had trained my body to react to his stimulations, and I gasped as I began to harden beneath him. He pulled back from me and met my gaze, and everything seemed to still for a moment.

He was so handsome, I realized as I stared up at him. Tears sprung to my eyes, but I held them back. Was that why Zechs had chosen him? His body was that of an Adonis, that much was undeniable. Fit and trim in all the right places, with a natural golden color, sleek auburn hair and dark, smoldering eyes that made even the most prized slaves pale in comparison. Only Zechs could stand beside him in matters of beauty, with his long blonde locks and bright, blue eyes. They complimented each other perfectly. Even I could see it.

Was that why?

Was that why…

Was that why Zechs had chosen him… over me?

I sobbed then, and the moment was lost. The Owner leaned down and kissed me, swallowing any more sounds I might have made. I ceased my struggles and let him tug my clothes away. In moments I was disrobed, my erection bobbing between my legs despite the revulsion settling in the pit of my stomach. The Owner pulled back and turned me over, laying me on my stomach and mounting me like a stallion. The Owner loved to tower over me, being nearly twice my size, and watch his length disappear into my smaller body. He was not careful about it, and would not stop if I bled, but it amused him to watch someone as small as me being split by someone as large as him.

I knew I would not split today, though, as I had been with Zechs recently, and because the Owner had already sated himself once today. I tried to keep my mind from thinking of who he’d sated himself with earlier today, but the thought of him doing this exact same thing to Zechs came anyway, and a wave of nausea overcame me that quickly deflated my flagging erection. It didn’t matter to the Owner. In this position, he did not require that I participate in the sex.

I groaned as the Owner settled the last of his length inside me. I had not torn, but I was painfully full, and my body had begun to cramp from his weight on top of me. He paused then, more to enjoy my body than to give me time to adjust, and bit my shoulder hard enough to bruise. It was like signing his name to me, I suppose, and I had little doubt Zechs would see it and know what had happened.

“Did you expect your lover to come for you?” he asked me softly, his face pressed close to my ear. My heart fluttered for a moment before I realized that it was already too late, and that even if he arrived there was no guarantee that he could do something. And, besides that, Zechs didn’t even know where I was. It was my own foolishness that had gotten me into this, after all.

“It seemed more likely he would come for you!” I snarled back, feeling red hot anger rise in me at the mention of Zechs. The Owner merely chuckled, the movement sending vibrations through my body.

“Do you trust him?” he asked me, slowly and deliberately, as he sat back and began to pull out of me. “Do you love him?” he asked as he pushed back in.

“A slave has no need for those kinds of feelings,” I returned, but I couldn’t deny that I had them.

“You would do well not to trust him,” the Owner advised, giving me a more forceful thrust this time. My erection was stirring once again, but I took no notice of it as my blood began to boil. I held my tongue, though, knowing there was only so much disrespect the Owner would take before lashing out.

“No master is worthy of my trust,” I told him, but I could feel my heart disagreeing even as I said it. My heart longed to trust Zechs, and I know the Owner could hear the lie in my voice even as he began fucking me in earnest.

“You seem very attached to him, and to his slaves. If I did not know better, I’d think you’d fallen for him,” the Owner said, and his voice teased while I could hear the seriousness underneath. His thrusts had taken a rhythm now, and my erection was once again bobbing between my legs. My body had adjusted and the pain was starting to fade, and soon it would be almost pleasurable to have him inside me, if not for how much I despised the man.

“I would be a fool to have feelings for someone with so much power over me,” I told him, allowing my body to rock with his thrusts now. It was an old argument, and one that had probably prompted the Owner to keep me as long as I had. He had often asked if I loved him, and my response was always that I would be a fool to love someone with so much power over me. That I could only ever love an equal, and anything else was a foolish illusion of love. Sometimes I think the Owner’s jealousy and his inability to make me adore him were the only things that saved me from being broken and killed by him.

“Perhaps you are a fool then,” he teased again, and once again there was a solemn undertone.

“Perhaps I am,” I admitted softly, knowing that I should not have.

He shoved in viciously then, pushing me down and trapping me between his erection and the floor.

“Did you know he killed his slave?” he asked me, his voice thick and smooth as he leaned over me, and I could feel his jealousy as a palpable thing. “The little one, with the dark hair?”

It is testament to how much this shocked me that I started, almost cracking my head against the Owner’s.

“No!” I denied desperately.

“You question my honesty?” the Owner asked dangerously, his grip tightening painfully. I had learned not to question his word, for he never lied. Deceived, maybe, but never outright lied.

“I… No,” I said, retreating. “However, there were extenuating circumstances. The boy had attacked one of Master Zechs’ collar slaves. Perhaps… Perhaps he attacked again, and Master Zechs was forced to subdue him,” I blurted, desperate for an answer. For any answer.

“That slave didn’t have a bruise on him,” the Owner said, grinding his rigid hardness deeper inside me. “Except for the mark where your precious master broke his neck.”

“He… that slave… he injured another slave…”

“Yes, one of Zechs’ prized Collar slaves. Tell me, Wufei, why do you think he’s so protective of his competing slaves?” he asked me. “Why do you think he’s in such a rush to be a Collar champion?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted, and the Owner began thrusting again.

“I think he’s working for someone,” the Owner told me, and I froze, but he only laughed. “What? Certainly you didn’t think I didn’t know? I know everything that happens here,” he boasted, but it wasn’t far from the truth. “I think he’s working for someone that wants to take Collar away from me,” he said, giving me a savage thrust, as though he could punish me for Zechs’ actions. “I think he needs to win Collar to gain information, which he will then send to whomever is paying him. And I think once he wins Collar, he’ll abandon you. And you, and all your new little friends, will be up for grabs by any sick pervert who wants you.”

He was pounding me now, and my head was ringing between the force of his thrusts and the power of his words.

“What do you want from me?” I asked helplessly as the Owner suddenly gave one last, punishing thrust and finished inside of me, coming hard with deep strokes. I had not come, but by then my erection had all but disappeared anyway.

“Lose,” he said, and it was voiced with the kind of satisfaction that might come from someone who had already won. “Lose the Collar games for him, and I will purchase and protect each and every one of his slaves. They can be your companions, and I will promise you that they will live the lives of pleasure slaves, in luxury and ecstasy.”

“I cannot betray him!” I shouted, the thought was so absurdly abhorrent to me.

“If you win for him, I will wait until he tires of you and the others, and then I will purchase them myself and you will watch as they are fucked to death.”

And with his last threat echoing still in my ears, the Owner jerked himself from my body and took his leave of me.

Heero 187

It was fairly obvious that something had happened to Zechs while he had been gone, but what had happened was a complete mystery to the four of us who had been left behind. Wufei had told us that Zechs had met with the Owner. Despite the secretiveness of the Owner, this did not immediately concern me, because he could have merely been discussing Wufei’s transferal of ownership. Wufei, however, had been nearly panicked, and had seemed worried enough that I had distracted Quatre long enough for him to rush out after Master.

When Zechs returned without him, however, I began to regret my decision. At first, Zechs hadn’t seemed worried about Wufei being gone. It had been obvious that Zechs had engaged in sex while out, but that hadn’t put him in a better mood, and he stormed past the rest of us and headed directly to the shower, where he stayed for nearly an hour. I was waiting when he got out, and was surprised to see tell-tale bruises on his thighs, revealing that he had not been the dominant partner in the most recent coupling. That ruled out Wufei as his partner, and I wondered but did not ask about who his partner had been.

“Aspirin?” I asked as he dried off. He nodded gratefully and took the pills, giving me a quick kiss after he downed them.

“Will you wake me in an hour?” he asked, slipping naked into the bed. It wasn’t unusual for master to take a nap when he had a migraine, and I nodded before flipping off the light. “Let me know if Wufei comes in.”

I nodded again before padding out of the room and wondering where Wufei was, and why Zechs was so unconcerned about his absence.

But when Wufei did not return before I woke him, Master began to worry. We cautioned him not to report Wufei missing, because that would lead to a humiliating manhunt and could get Master in trouble. As the evening wore on, his worry became almost frantic, and we found him pacing by the door for nearly an hour before Wufei returned.

It was late in the evening when Wufei finally returned, and Master was already highly agitated. So when Wufei returned in disheveled clothes, with his hair a mess and his lips swollen and bruised, it was obvious that someone had fucked him. The dark bruise on the side of his face attested that it had not been willingly. His face was ashen, and he looked more tired than I had seen him before, with deep circles outlining his eyes.

“What the fuck happened?” Zechs snarled, halting in his pacing and coming to stand in front of Wufei. But where Master usually would have rushed up to his slave and begun assessing injuries, this time he kept his distance. Wufei gave him a smoldering glare and shut the door firmly behind him before replying.

“What do you care?” Wufei asked, and the malice dripping from his voice was more than I had heard from him, even when he had first come to us.

I was surprised to see Zechs fall back a step in the face of Wufei’s anger, because usually our emotions had little effect in the face of his calm detachment. This time, though, it was easy to see that Wufei had upset him, and as much as I had expected Zechs to push the issue and asses Wufei’s injuries, he turned instead and fled to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

It took a moment for the rest of us to accept that Zechs was not coming back out. Wufei stared at the closed door for several minutes before limping over to the couch, and it wasn’t until he moved that the rest of us were released from our paralysis. Duo scooted over to give Wufei room to sit beside him, turning off his video game in favor of helping Wufei sit down. Trowa went quickly to the icebox and got a cold pack for Wufei’s face, while Quatre bent and unlaced his shoes. It was a testament to how tired he was that he didn’t even complain about our coddling or try to help Quatre with his shoes. He simply let Duo draw him over and laid his face against Duo’s shoulder, wearily shutting his eyes.

“Are you injured?” I asked softly, brushing his hair away from his face as Trowa gently laid the icepack against his cheek. He shook his head, not even bothering to open his eyes.

“Who the hell got to you this bad?” Duo asked, holding the ice against Wufei’s cheek, since Wufei had made no move to do so. Trowa knelt beside Quatre at Wufei’s feet, and I perched on the arm of the couch.

“Owner,” Wufei said softly after a long moment, and I was relieved at least that it had only been one man, and it was someone that Wufei knew. It wasn’t unheard of for groups of guards to target lone slaves.

“You shouldn’t have run off like that,” Quatre told him, shooting me a dirty look. I guess I hadn’t been as subtle as I thought.

“Don’t lecture me,” Wufei growled, but it lacked venom. He was too exhausted to get angry.

“Don’t be cross. We were worried, Wufei,” Quatre said, laying a hand on Wufei’s knee. “We care about you.”

And it seemed like more than Wufei could take, because his jaws clenched until the muscles stood out, and he closed his eyes once again. When he opened them, there were tears on his lashes, but a fresh determination had appeared.

“I won’t let anything happen to any of you. I swear it.”

And then he turned away, and would tell us nothing else.

Eventually, Duo managed to convince him to take a shower, and it was easy see how upset Wufei was that he didn’t even complain when Duo followed him in and helped him wash. As the shower in the slave quarters turned on, I saw Master’s door hesitantly open. While Trowa and Quatre were occupied, I padded over to the ajar door.

“Is Wufei alright?” Zechs asked as I approached, opening the door wider when he saw Wufei was nowhere around. Zechs looked just as upset as he had before Wufei came home, and I could see that his headache had returned.

“He’s a little shaken, but he’ll be alright. He’s showering with Duo, if you want me to fetch him.”

“No,” Zechs said too quickly, “it’s fine. I think… I think Wufei and I might need some time apart. I’m going to go to sleep. Please wake me tomorrow morning an hour before we need to leave.”

And then he retreated again, pulling back into the secluded darkness of his room and pulling the door so that it was almost shut, even though he usually left it wide open.

I was conflicted, because part of me wanted to comfort Master, while another part was too concerned about Wufei to rest. So I returned to the livingroom and sent Quatre and Trowa to sleep with Zechs, and hopefully bring him a little comfort, while I went back to the bathroom to check on Duo and Wufei.

It seemed that the docility Wufei had showed going into the bath had not faded, and he was sitting naked on the toilet while Duo toweled his hair dry. His body was covered in small bruises, but none of them looked deep enough to affect his performance. Still, his change in attitude was unnerving.

“Here,” Duo said and tossed me a hairbrush. “Can you get the knots for him while I put my braid back in?” he asked, and then settled in front of a mirror before I had time to answer. It made Wufei quirk his lips, and I was glad to see signs that the change wasn’t permanent.

“I can do that,” Wufei protested quietly as I stepped in front of him.

“I know,” I said, then pressed his shoulder to turn him around and began brushing his hair anyway. With a sigh, Wufei leaned against the back of the toilet and let me work. It was as close as I could come to verbally admitting that I was worried about him, and I knew he would understand. I had become skilled at this from all the time I spent with Duo, and I could only hope it would relax Wufei like it did Duo. Whether from the relaxing sensation of me brushing his hair or simply from exhaustion, Wufei began to nod off to sleep. By the time Duo and I had finished, we had to practically lift Wufei and carry him into the bedroom.

There was no hesitation in bringing Wufei into our bed. With his fight with Master, I knew Wufei would not venture into Zechs room. And while it would be a bit tight putting all of us in the one bed, there was plenty of room if we slept close together. I helped Wufei in first, putting him in closest to the wall, then slid in the middle while Duo slid in at my back. Wufei was just barely awake now, and didn’t protest as I pulled him into my arms, letting him lay his head on my shoulder.

“Thank you,” he whispered, and I could tell he wanted to say more but didn’t have the words.

“We’re always here for you,” I told him softly. Duo, who was pressed against my back, leaned over and gave Wufei’s shoulder a squeeze.

“We’d do anything for you, buddy.”

“I wish you would tell us what’s going on,” I asked after a moment, my curiosity getting the best of me. Wufei simply shook his head. “You can trust us. We’ll help,” I pressed, feeling helpless.

“No,” Wufei said firmly, turning to lie on his back. “This burden is mine to bear alone.”

I sighed in frustration, but decided not to press the issue.

“You and Zechs. You’re so alike. You never trust the rest of us to help.”

Wufei flinched at that, and I wondered about his reaction. Surely it wasn’t that insulting?

“Perhaps we are both idiots trying to do what we think is best,” he said softly. “Maybe we’re doomed to repeat the same mistakes.”

And with that he turned his back to me and went to sleep.

Duo and I shared a look, both of us feeling the foreboding that Wufei’s words brought.

And then we laid down to sleep, knowing that the next day would be the start of the Collar games.
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