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Bound, Bonded and Betrayed	By : Deb Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 13359 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Bound, Bonded and Betrayed"

Chapter 31

Prince Heero continued to gently caress the bruised flesh of his slave's backside for a short while, feeling Duo relax slightly as the warmth of the water eased away some of his aches and pains. Once he was sure his slave was comfortable he reached for the soap sitting to the side and handed it to Duo. “Wash me, Duo,” he ordered softly.

Taking the soap and turning in the tub, Duo picked up a wash cloth and began the task of cleaning his master as he had done so many times before. Once his master was clean, Duo was given permission to wash himself before climbing out of the tub and fetching the drying cloths.

With both master and slave dry and dressed once more, Duo was dispatched to locate the inn keeper and request their dinner. On his way down the stairs, Duo spotted Quatre up ahead and increased his pace a touch to catch up to the other slave.

The inn keeper fetched two trays from the kitchens and passed them over, informing the slaves that if their masters should require more food he would be happy to send it up. A young lad carrying two pitchers, one of ale and one of wine was sent with the two slaves to the princes' quarters.

In the slaves' absence, Prince Trowa had joined his brother in Heero's quarters and seeing the pair approaching, he moved to the doorway to motion Quatre and Duo inside.

The lad set the pitchers down on the table and with a bow, left the royals to their meal. With the slave boy now gone, Duo set his tray down and closed the door. Turning back to the table, he noted his master and Prince Trowa had taken seats at the table, Quatre kneeling beside his master. Quickly, Duo crossed the room and knelt beside his prince.

The two princes discussed the day's farm visits whilst they ate feeding their respective slaves at the same time. Soon the talk turned to the following day's plans, the farms they intended to visit and what they expected to find. So far all the farms they had inspected had reported yields either the same as the previous year or better. If things kept going at this rate the usually prosperous kingdom looked set to become even more wealthy.

Sitting beside his master, Duo listened to the conversation going on above his head and did his best to try and find a comfortable position to sit in. His legs ached and were sore, likewise his backside still throbbed and he was sure his balls were blue from bruising. Kneeling on the floor across from him, Quatre sent a frown his way followed by a questioning look. Duo did his best to let the other slave know what was causing his discomfort by motioning to his backside and making a rubbing motion.

At first Quatre's eyes widened, his mind immediately thinking of other things. Seeing where the blonde's mind was going, Duo glared at him and shook his head. Then it dawned on Quatre that Duo was trying to tell him he was sore. He nodded in understanding and shot the other slave a sympathetic look. Duo's attention turned back to his master who was handing him another morsel of food, leaving the blonde wondering if he should let Duo know his rear end would be suffering more on the 'morrow when they would be riding again all day.

Noting the adoring looks Duo was giving his master, Quatre decided to say nothing. Duo would find out soon enough.

*

With the meal finished and the dishes returned to the inn kitchens, Quatre and Duo returned to sit beside their masters in front of the blazing fire. The princes continued to talk between themselves, sipping on glasses of wine as they discussed the running of the kingdom. The talk turned to Heero's impending fatherhood and noting the slight scowl on his brother's face, Trowa had to press for details of why his brother wasn't as happy as he should be.

Heero explained about Relena and her current attitude. “Even before she was pregnant she would try to insist I spend more time with her and less on my official duties. You know yourself that I can't do that,” Heero stated, staring deep into the fire as if it held all the answers for him.

“It sounds to me like she is jealous of your work.” At Heero's startled look, Trowa elaborated. “By that I mean she resents your work as it takes you away from her. I'm thinking that she really didn't have much in the way of official duties to perform in the kingdom of Sanc. I'll bet she spent most of her days sitting around the castle, drinking tea and socializing with the upper class of the Sanc society. It must be something of a shock to her to discover that even royalty have work to do.”

“You know, you could be right, Trowa,” Heero mused. He let his thoughts wander for a moment; then he had an idea. “Duo?”

Duo was almost asleep at his master's side when the calling of his name roused him. “Yes, master?” he replied sleepily.

The prince gave a smile of amusement. “What does the princess do all day when I'm away working?”

The question brought Duo fully awake. He would have to answer this carefully. “I'm not really sure, master. Most of the time I'm with you in your study and don't spend much time with the princess,” he hedged.

Sensing his slave was trying to evade answering, Heero tried again. “I know you spend a lot of time with me in my office, but I've also been away from the castle on several occasions recently. What does the princess do when I'm not there?”

“Ah, she spends a lot of her time either reading in her chambers or out in the gardens. Sometimes she spends time with the queen, master.”

That answer seemed to back up Trowa's theory at least. “And what of her maid? What does she do?” Heero pressed. He was really hoping that Duo would give him something he could work with in regards to his wife's maid. After Quatre's confession about the boots and the lie the maid had told him, Heero knew there had to be more going on, but he honestly didn't know how to get to the truth of the matter or prove anything.

“The maid is usually with the princess, master.” Duo knew he was being vague in his answers, but he couldn't tell his master the truth, that the maid spent all her time sitting around and being waited on hand and foot by him. The princess had made herself more than clear in what would happen to him if he so much as whispered anything at all about it.

“I see. Thank you, Duo.” Knowing he wasn't likely to get anything further from his slave, Heero let the matter drop. He could always ask again later. He returned his attention to his brother. “It seems you could be on to something, Trowa. From what Duo has just said it would appear that the princess doesn't have much at all to occupy her time whilst I am busy. I'll have to see if I can talk to mother and maybe arrange some duties for her to take on.”

Trowa frowned a little and chose his words carefully. “I do agree with you to a point, brother... but.” Seeing Heero raising an eyebrow, Trowa continued. “With the princess now expecting she will have to limit anything she does do for the health of both herself and the future heir.”

“Yes, I see. You do have a valid point there.”

“Might I suggest something?”

“Of course.”

“Why don't you suggest to her that she selects a room close to yours to be turned into a nursery for the infant?”

“But there is already a fully functional nursery in the castle,” Heero pointed out.

“I am aware of that,” Trowa replied, “and you can show it to her when we get back and see what she thinks of it. I'm betting she will want the child closer to her though so I'd suggest that you show her the nursery and give her the choice of either using the existing one or selecting a new room to be used instead. It doesn't really matter which option she chooses as long as you let her know she can decorate and furnish the room to her own liking, whether it be a new one or she changes the existing one.”

“You know, that's not a bad idea, Trowa. It would certainly give her something to occupy her time with and not just setting up the nursery. There will be items needed for the child too and knowing how much she enjoys new things I'm sure she wouldn't object to making purchases for the baby.” The more Heero thought about it, the more it made sense. With Relena occupied with setting up a nursery and preparing for the new baby, she wouldn't be on his back so much about his work.

“Talk to mother when we return, I'm sure she can offer a few suggestions too,” Trowa smiled.

“I will, thank you, Trowa.”

“My pleasure.” Trowa dropped his hand to caress the blonde locks of his slave. “I think we will take our leave now, brother. The hour is getting late and if we are to cover all the farms tomorrow and still return to the castle before sundown I really need to be going to bed.” With a last caress to Quatre's head, Trowa stood up and stretched.

Heero also stood and gave his brother a one armed embrace. “Sleep well, brother, I will see you on the 'morrow.”

“Good night, Heero.”

Duo quickly rose to his feet and hurried to the door, opening it for the prince and Quatre to pass through.

“Good night, Duo,” Trowa said as he passed through. Quatre offered a soft smile.

“Good night, sire,” Duo replied and gave Quatre a smile in return. Closing the door after the pair had left, Duo turned the lock and returned to his master's side. Heero had lowered himself back into his chair and was finishing off his wine.

“Go through and turn down the bed, Duo. I will retire in a moment.”

“Yes, master.”

Entering the bed chamber, Duo turned the bed down before rummaging through the prince's bag to locate his nightshirt. Setting that out on the bed, he returned to the sitting area and sank to his knees. “The bed is ready for you, master.”

“Thank you, Duo.” Heero set the wine goblet down and stood up. He stretched and stifled a yawn. “Come, I require your assistance to prepare for sleep.”

Once they were in the bed chamber, Duo made short work of his master's shirt and the lacing on his breeches. With the garments removed, Duo went to fetch the nightshirt when his master stopped him.

“No, Duo. I wish to sleep naked tonight.”

“Yes, master.” Duo placed the nightshirt to the side and returned to his master to remove the prince's underwear. With his master now naked and climbing into the bed, Duo began to fold the clothes and set them on the chair in the room. Whilst he worked his mind was running into overdrive, there was only one bed in the room and Duo didn't know if he was to sleep with his master or if he would sleep on the floor or even in the chair in the sitting room.

“Remove your clothing, turn down the lamp and join me in bed, Duo.”

Seemed his master just solved that problem for him. It had been sometime since Duo had shared his master's bed and in all honesty he really did miss sleeping with the prince. Having taken a wife for himself there was no longer room in the prince's bed for Duo. Removing his clothing, Duo folded the garments, turned the lamp down and slipped into the bed beside his master. Immediately he found himself enveloped in a pair of strong, warm arms.

“I have missed having your presence beside me at night,” Heero said softly and pulled his slave closer to him.

“I have missed you too, master,” Duo replied and snuggled deeper into the embrace, relaxing and enjoying the warmth of his master against his skin.

It had been too long since Heero had enjoyed the feeling of his slave's body and although he was married and indulged in sex with his wife – when she allowed it – he couldn't help but long for his slave's hard planes, the musky, male scent and the obvious pleasure his slave experienced when they coupled. He pressed a couple of kisses to the back of Duo's neck whilst his hands went on a journey or rediscovery.

Soft moans of appreciation fell from Duo's lips with the tender caresses and although he was enjoying the ministrations from his master, he couldn't shake the unease he felt that it should be his role to pleasure his master, not the other way around. “Master?”

“Yes, Duo?”

“Forgive me for speaking freely, but surely it should be I that is pleasuring you?”

“Ah, but you are, Duo. It gives me great pleasure to touch you, to explore your body. You wouldn't deny me that pleasure, would you?”

Another soft moan left Duo's lips. “No, master. My body is yours to do with as you wish.”

“Good.” Heero allowed his hands to continue, seeking out all of the spots on his slave's body that he knew were sensitive. It didn't take long to have Duo rock hard, his pants, moans and pleas for more driving Heero's desire higher and higher. Running his fingers lightly over the swollen length he found between his slave's legs, Heero pushed his own arousal against the slave's backside.

“Please, master,” Duo begged.

“What, Duo? What is it you want?”

“Take me, master, please, take me,” Duo groaned and pushed his own pelvis back against his master's.

Releasing the slave, Heero pushed back a little. “There is a jar of oil on the nightstand, pass it to me.”

Feeling bereft now that his master had moved away, Duo scanned the nightstand and spied the bottle. Grabbing it, he turned over and passed it to his master.

“Thank you.” Heero took the jar and pushed himself to a sitting position on the bed, the covers slipping from his skin and pooling around his thighs. “Lie back and spread your legs,” he ordered.

Duo obeyed the command, flopping to his back and opening his legs as he pulled his knees upwards a touch. His eyes closed and a low moan escaped when Heero's fingers began to tease his entrance, the slick oil allowing those tormenting fingers to slide easily around and then inside his hole.

Although his own arousal was throbbing between his legs, the prince took his time in preparing his slave. Some masters didn't give a damn about their slaves, just taking what they deemed to be theirs without any thought or consideration for the slave; but Heero wasn't like that. He wanted his slave to enjoy it when he took him, wanted to have his slave eager to be filled. Pleasure was a very powerful tool and when used correctly could be a strong punishment to discipline a slave – something Heero knew his slave was well aware of.

Punishing a slave through beatings, whippings and pain would only make the slave resentful of his master, or break the slave's spirit, and Heero had no desire to have Duo resentful or broken. The young slave had already suffered far more than he should have in his short life.

No, Heero would much rather have his slave obedient and willing – and punishing Duo through denial of his release was far more effective.

“Please, master.”

The quiet plea brought Heero back from his musings and he stared directly into the lust crazed violet eyes of his slave. He leaned close and partook of a sweet kiss. “What do you want, Duo?” he whispered and nuzzled along the pale throat, three fingers buried deep inside Duo's channel.

“Please, take me, master,” Duo begged.

“How can I refuse you when you beg me so nicely?” Heero returned with a smirk and removed his fingers. He picked up the jar of oil and passed it to Duo. “Prepare me.”

Raising himself, Duo poured a generous amount of the oil into his palm, set the jar aside and reached for his master's impressive length. His hand enclosed the organ, moving along the heated length and spreading the oil. Duo dared to glance up from under his lashes at his master whilst he coated his cock and felt warm all over. His master's eyes were closed, mouth partially open and soft pants of air were passing between those lips.

It was a sight Duo could never tire of.

Grasping his slave's wrist, Heero stopped the ministrations, opening his eyes and staring directly at Duo. “Enough. I wish to be buried inside you when I come. Lay back for me,” Heero ordered.

Lowering himself once again to the mattress, Duo opened his legs as wide as he could and relaxed, waiting for his master to take him.

Slipping between those creamy thighs, Heero lined himself up and pressed against that sweet entrance. Settling his knees more firmly into the mattress, Heero pushed forward, a steady pressure until the muscles parted and allowed his intrusion. The head slipped inside and Heero paused for a moment to give his slave the chance to adjust. Feeling the muscles relaxing further, the prince began to push again, the heated length sliding easily inside and soaking up the warmth and tightness of Duo's passage. Once he was completely sheathed, he paused again to catch his breath and wrestle his hormones back under control.

It had been a while since Duo had been penetrated and there was a slight pain to his master's entry, but Duo grit his teeth and rode it out. It wasn't anything he couldn't cope with and he knew it would get better very soon.

Having regained some control over himself, Heero began to slowly withdraw and then push back in again. The steady, slow slide of his cock against those velvety walls was intoxicating – and maddening. Making love to Duo was entirely different to making love to his wife – and not just the physical either.

Heero couldn't help but compare the two. Relena simply lay back and let him do all the work, and quite often he was restricted in what was and wasn't allowed. The woman appeared to change her mind every time they made love; one time she would enjoy having her breasts fondled, the next time Heero tried to touch them they were 'off limits', he never knew from one time to the next what he would be able to do. Once he was enclosed in her heat and moistness she urged him to finish as quickly as he could, unwilling to enjoy the act at all and seeming to see it only as her 'duty' to her husband.

Needless to say, it didn't do a whole lot for Heero's ego.

But Duo...

The slave was an absolute delight, eager and willing to touch and be touched, participating as much as his master would allow and letting his master know exactly how much he enjoyed the act – quite loudly at times.

It was no wonder the prince found himself being drawn more and more to his long haired slave.

With Duo's passage having loosened considerably around him, Heero was able to move more freely. He began to increase the speed and depth of his thrusts, angling his hips to try and locate his slave's sweet spot. He knew he'd struck it when Duo cried out in pleasure.

The world spun on its axis, pretty lights flashed inside Duo's head as his level of pleasure rose with each inward slide of his master's cock. Between their bodies his own cock lay trapped, swollen and red, pre-come leaking steadily from the tip. He didn't dare touch himself, he hadn't been given permission and Duo was well aware of the punishment he could endure if he didn't listen to his master and obey.

The pleasure was building for Heero and he knew his end wasn't far away. He reached underneath his slave's body, grasping around Duo's hips and pulling his slave closer to him as he continued to pound into that sweet body.

His muscles began to tense, the fire in his gut burned, seared along nerves and pooled in his groin. Half a dozen more thrusts and Heero was on the brink of the abyss. A low moan of pleasure from his slave's throat had him opening his eyes and gazing upon that sweet face. Duo's eyes were closed, his face twisted and contorted with pleasure, his skin flushed and chest shuddering as it fought to draw breath.

It was the most erotic sight Heero had ever seen.

It also pushed him over the edge.

With a keening sound coming from the back of his throat, Heero welcomed his orgasm, his seed leaving his body in spurts, bathing Duo's channel with heat and stickiness. A couple more thrusts of his hips and Heero collapsed onto his slave, those long arms coming around him to hold him close as he rode the waves to the end. Eyes closed and breathing erratic, Heero took his time in coming back to earth.

Once he felt he was able to move, the prince pushed back from his slave, his softened cock leaving Duo's body and lying limp against the prince's thigh. Heero was well aware of Duo's hard cock, it had scraped across his belly when he'd moved. Raising himself slightly, Heero pressed a kiss to his slave's lips. “That was wonderful, Duo.”

“Thank you, master.”

Heero could see the unspoken question in his slave's eyes and he gave a soft smile. “Would you like to come, Duo?”

“Very much so, master,” Duo begged.

“Then come for me. You may touch yourself.”

With permission granted, Duo's hands flew to his cock and balls, cupping the swollen testicles he caressed them whilst his other hand made a fist around his shaft and began to pump. His eyes closed, mouth hung open and soft pants along with several moans came from that mouth.

Raising himself slightly and propping his head on a hand, the prince watched, enraptured as his slave brought himself to completion. Duo's back arched, his muscles tensed and a low, keening cry left his throat. Seconds later thick, creamy semen spurted form his cock to coat his hand and belly.

Giving his slave time to come down from his orgasmic high, Heero opted to watch and drink in the vision before him

Finally regaining some coordination over his limbs, Duo's eyes opened and he gave a shy smile when he spotted his master watching him. “Thank you, master,” he said softly.

“It was just as pleasurable for me, Duo.” Heero reached forth and stole a kiss. “Fetch a cloth and clean us both up. We need to get some sleep as we have another full day tomorrow before heading back to the castle.”

Climbing from the bed, Duo moved a little stiffly to the bowl of water and cloth that sat upon the nightstand. Dipping the cloth in, he wrung out the excess water and returned to the bed, wiping his master down before returning to the bowl and cleaning himself.

“Are you sore?” Heero asked, noting the stiffness of his slave's gait.

“Yes, master, I'm sore, but not from you.” Duo decided that honesty was the best policy here. Seeing his master looking at him in askance, he continued. “My legs are sore from the saddle, I'm afraid I'm not used to riding.” Duo lowered his head.

“Duo?”

“Yes, master?”

“There is some cream in a jar in one of the bags. Sally always insists I take some whenever I am away from the castle. Fetch it for me.”

Duo went to their bags and rummaged around until he found the item. He carried it back to his master and handed it over.

“Lie down on your back and spread your legs,” Heero ordered.

Duo complied, wondering if his master was going to take him again so soon. Not that he could or would object, he belonged to his master and as such he had no say in his life.

Scooping out some of the ointment, Heero began to work it over the inner thighs of his slave, kneading and massaging as he went. “Sally said this ointment is good for soothing soreness away. I've never had to use it myself so I cannot comment on if it works, but at least it will do no harm.”

Duo's heart fluttered in his chest at the tenderness and concern his master was showing him. The gentle massage did ease his sore muscles and the ointment felt cooling against his skin. He also felt guilty that his master was doing this for him when it should be him that was taking care of his master.

Once Heero had finished spreading the ointment over everywhere he thought Duo would likely be sore, he capped the jar and set it aside. “Let us sleep now.”

“Yes, master.”

The prince slipped underneath the blankets whilst Duo extinguished the lamp before crawling in beside his master. Heero rolled over and drew his slave to him, spooning against Duo's back and draping an arm across the slave's waist.

“Sleep well, my Duo,” the prince whispered and pressed a kiss to the slave's shoulder.

“And you also, my master,” Duo whispered in reply.

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