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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 37
The loud shriek pierced both the prince and slave's ears, both men jumping in fright at the sudden sound.
Heero felt the anger rise up in his chest and turned to let loose his rage on whomever it was that had entered his private chambers without being invited. Blue eyes turned glacial as Heero raised his head towards the doorway. “How dare you... Relena?” Heero froze in shock at the sight of his pregnant wife and her slave standing in the doorway. Whatever tirade he was about to speak, died on his tongue as his mind scrambled to catch up to his eyes.
Beneath the prince, Duo had gone completely still. Fear raced through his body when he heard his master speak. Relena? The princess was the one to walk in on them? Oh shit!
Completely terrified of what this would mean for him now, he did his best to sink as far into the mattress as he could.
Relena's hand shot to her mouth in shock, but it only lasted a moment. “Oh my god!” she yelled. “How could you?! How could you do this to me, and with that...that...that slave?!”
“Now, mistress, try to calm down,” Dorothy said in a soothing tone as she shot the slave a hateful glare.
“No, I will not calm down,” Relena snapped and glared at Heero. “How could you, Heero?” she repeated. “How could you betray me, and with another man no less?! I am your wife, Heero; your WIFE! Have you no sense of morality?”
“Mistress, please, try to calm yourself. All this upset isn't doing either you or the baby any good,” Dorothy tried again.
“NO! This is not right!”
“RELENA!” Heero snapped. “That is quite enough! Leave these chambers now and go back to the marital ones. I will be with you soon enough to speak with you.”
“NO! I want to know what's going on right now,” Relena snarled and stamped her foot in anger.
“Dorothy, take the princess back to our chambers, I will be there shortly,” Heero said, his tone firm and angry.
“Yes, sire,” Dorothy whispered and turned back to her mistress. “Let us go back to your rooms-”
“No, Dorothy. I'm not going anywhere!” Relena snapped.
“Relena, leave these chambers now,” Heero growled.
“Come on, mistress. I'll take you back to your chambers so you can rest a bit,” Dorothy tried again and wrapped her arm around her mistress' shoulders.
“No! I want-”
“GET OUT NOW!” Heero roared, his temper finally getting the better of him.
Still lying beneath his master, Duo trembled in fear. The anger radiating off his master brought back horrible memories from previous masters; memories of floggings, beatings and screaming abuse. He tried to curl himself into as small a ball as possible.
Duo wasn't the only one to cringe in fear. Dorothy felt the spike of it travel her spine and she tried yet again to remove the princess. Relena had gone quiet, the rage in Heero's tone effectively stunning her for the moment.
Seeing her chance, Dorothy latched onto the princess and half pushed, half dragged her from the chambers, closing the door on her way out.
Hearing the door close, Duo shuddered.
Heero watched the pair leave and once the door was shut he closed his eyes and let a deep sigh escape. His body slowly began to relax, the tension beginning to seep from him; but the anger at having someone simply walk in on him in his private chambers and then being questioned as well still sat heavy on his chest. He was the prince, god dammit and he answered to no one but his father! A soft shaking beneath him drew him from his thoughts and he glanced down.
Duo.
Shit!
Duo was curled into a tight ball and shaking uncontrollably. “Duo?” Heero questioned, keeping his tone soft.
“M-Master,” Duo whimpered, still terrified and unable to stop the shaking.
“Duo, it's okay,” Heero soothed, gently running a hand across the curve of his slave's spine. “They have gone now. I'm sorry if I frightened you with my anger.” Whilst he was still annoyed at the intrusion and had every right to be angry, he had completely forgotten about how Duo might react. He silently berated himself for upsetting his sweet slave.
Duo had been at the castle for nearly a year now and over those months he'd transformed from a scared, frightened creature into the sweet, shy, beauty that Heero now depended upon for many things. It was easy to forget how cruelly Duo had been treated, the slave seeming to have forgotten most of his past life, or at least, put it all behind him so Heero had thought. It would appear that Duo wasn't as over his past, cruel treatment as Heero believed.
“Duo, look at me,” Heero cajoled and gave a relieved sigh when Duo did turn his head and opened those expressive eyes. “I am not angry with you,” Heero stated firmly. “I am annoyed with my wife and that maid of hers and I fully intend to speak to both of them about this matter.”
The trembling began to ease a little, Duo reading the sincerity in his master's eyes as he spoke and it helped to soothe his worried mind a little. “I'm sorry master,” he said softly.
“Sorry?” Heero echoed. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Duo. None of this is your fault. I thought my wife and most certainly her maid would know better than to enter my private chambers and study without knocking first and waiting for permission to enter. No, Duo, you have no need to apologize.” Heero leaned in close and pressed a gentle kiss to his slave's lips.
“Thank you, master,” Duo whispered when his lips were released.
“Fetch a cloth and clean me up, Duo,” Heero ordered, still keeping his tone soft. “I will require you to assist me to dress and then I will speak with my wife and that maid. Once I've left, you may clean yourself up, dress and return to your shared quarters. I will send for you when I require you.” Heero thought the best way to help his slave calm down and reassure him that he wasn't at fault here would be to have him carry out orders.
“Yes, master.”
Managing to get his shaking back under control, Duo fetched a cloth and cleaned his master as requested. The familiar tasks did help to soothe him further and by the time the prince was clean and dressed, Duo was feeling a lot calmer.
“I will send for you soon,” Heero said and kissed Duo deeply. “Thank you.” Heero turned and left. He had a wife and maid to speak to.
With his master's departure, Duo set about cleaning himself up, dressing and returned to his old chambers, wondering if Quatre would be there and if he dared to speak to the other slave in regards to what had transpired.
*
Witnessing the prince's rage had Dorothy's heart racing in her chest, the fear making its presence known. She had never seen the prince so angry and really didn't want to hang around and suffer more of his wrath. Fortunately her mistress had also been stunned into silence and Dorothy had taken the opportunity to pull her mistress from the room before things got any worse.
Once Dorothy had closed the door to the prince's chambers, she wasted no time in assisting her mistress back to the marital quarters. The princess offered up little in the way of resistance, her mind still in shock and trying to come to terms with what she'd witnessed. By the time they had returned to the sitting area, Relena was slowly starting to function again.
“Sit down, mistress,” Dorothy said quietly and led Relena over to one of the overstuffed chairs. “I'll fetch you some tea.”
Relena nodded, vaguely noting Dorothy's words.
“Will you be alright for a few minutes? I promise I won't be long,” Dorothy said, her tone a touch worried.
“I'm okay, Dorothy,” Relena replied, but her eyes still held a distant look to them.
“Okay, I'll be right back.” Dorothy slipped from the room and headed for the kitchens. Within minutes she was back, a tray in her hands and soothing tea in a pot. Setting the tray down she noted Relena hadn't moved at all from her position. Pouring a cup of tea, Dorothy pressed it into her mistress' hands.
“Here, drink this, mistress, it will help calm you and allow you to think clearly,” Dorothy stated, relieved when the princess took the cup and managed a couple of sips.
Unsure of when exactly the prince would be returning to the chambers, Dorothy didn't dare help herself to a cup of tea, though she sorely wanted one. If the prince were to catch her taking liberties like that then no doubt she would also find herself being punished and no way would Dorothy allow herself to be humiliated in such a manner. “How are you feeling now, mistress?” Dorothy asked once Relena had taken about half of her tea.
Placing the cup back on the tray, Relena took a moment to compose her thoughts. “Better, although I don't understand. Why would Heero do that? It would be bad enough to have him betray me with another woman; but with a man? And a gutter slave at that?!” Relena's voice began to rise again as the anger set in.
“I don't know what he's thinking, mistress, but I agree, it isn't right.” Dorothy swallowed nervously. “The prince should be here very shortly to talk with you. Do you wish for me to remain with you, or would you prefer if I were to leave?”
“I want you to stay, Dorothy,” Relena replied firmly. “I don't care what his excuse is, it isn't right and I won't have a husband of mine betraying me behind my back and with a slave no less.”
“As you wish, mistress.” Dorothy topped up the tea and passed the cup back to the princess. “Please try not to get yourself too worked up, mistress. It's not good for you in your condition and it certainly can't be any good for the baby either.”
Relena ran a hand over the swell of her abdomen. “I'll try,” she replied.
The door to the chambers began to open and both women turned to face it, Dorothy dropping to her knees beside her mistress' chair.
* * *
Heero strode down the corridors of the castle, his anger returning as he continued to run the previous events through his mind. Aside from having been caught literally in the act with his slave – which really didn't bother him – he was mostly annoyed over the fact that his wife had simply walked into his private chambers without being granted permission to enter. If there was one thing Heero could not tolerate, it was lack of common courtesy.
Reaching the marital chambers, he opened the door and stepped in, steeling himself for the argument he knew for certain was to come.
Closing the door behind him, Heero turned to find his wife sitting in one of the chairs, her maid kneeling beside her. Relena's face wore a look of shock and disdain, the maid's face appeared to have a sneer on it, not that Heero cared what the maid thought, she wasn't important here.
Taking a deep breath, he hardened his eyes and spoke clearly and firmly to his wife. “Relena, in future you will knock and wait for permission to enter my private chambers. Simply walking in is not tolerable-”
“Why? Because you might be engaged in despicable acts with that slave?”
“No. It is common courtesy to knock and wait. I am quite often deep in my work and cannot be disturbed,” Heero replied, annoyed at being cut off. “And what I do with my slave is my affair and of no concern to you.”
“I am your wife, Heero; your wife! What you were doing with that slave is unacceptable, wrong! Two men do not do that sort of thing together.”
“There is nothing wrong with what I was doing with Duo,” Heero growled.
“Yes there is. It's against the laws of nature,” Relena spat.
“Maybe if my wife were to allow me my marital rights I wouldn't have to turn to my slave for relief!” Heero shot back, his temper starting to get the better of him.
“How dare you!” Relena hissed. “Have you no consideration for anyone but yourself and your urges? In case it's slipped your mind, I am with child, Heero; your child and I will not allow anything to harm this child. If that means denying you marital rights, then so be it,” she snarled.
“Making love will not harm the unborn child in any way,” Heero retorted. “I have spoken with the healer and she has assured me that there is no reason we cannot indulge.”
“But you don't know that for certain,” Relena fired back. “You might be prepared to take the risk, but I am not.”
“Then don't tell me that seeking relief with my slave is wrong. I am a man, Relena and I need to release that tension. If you refuse me then I have no choice but to seek relief elsewhere.”
“You should be able to curb those urges,” Relena snapped. “And as for that slave...”
Heero's eyes narrowed. “What about Duo?” he asked, his tone dangerously low.
“You need to get rid of him, Heero.”
“No. I will not get rid of Duo.”
“You don't need him, you have myself and Dorothy to look after you, you don't need him and certainly not in that way!”
“No. Duo stays.”
“Have you any idea how this will look to your subjects if word of this were to get out? The prince and heir to the throne cheating on his wife, with a slave...and a male slave at that?!” Relena snapped.
“My subjects will understand, it's a lot more common than you think.”
“It's against the laws of nature and the laws of God,” Relena replied with a sharp edge.
“No. I will not get rid of Duo and that is final. He is sweet natured, willing to please and far too valuable to me as an assistant – and not just as a form of relief. Duo will stay as my slave and in future you and your maid will stay out of my private chambers. If you need me, send Quatre or another slave with a message. At least they know how to obey protocol.” Heero turned on his heel, shoulders squared, spine ram rod straight and marched from the room, slamming the door behind him.
Watching the prince leave, Relena seethed to herself. Once the door had shut, she sagged slightly in her seat.
“Mistress? Are you alright?” Dorothy raised herself from her knees and put a comforting arm around the princess' shoulders.
“This is not the end of the matter, Dorothy,” Relena said, her voice low and angry.
“But what more can we do? We've tried pretty much everything we can.”
“There's one more thing, Dorothy.”
“Mistress?”
“I will get rid of that slave once and for all. If what I am thinking pays off, Heero will have no choice but to get rid of him, the law will demand he does so.” The malice in the words was just as strong as the threat.
“But, how?”
“This is what I plan to do and I will need your help to pull it off, Dorothy.” Relena gave an evil smile.
“Tell me how I can help.”
* * *
Leaving the marital chambers, Heero decided to pay first his brother a visit and then Wufei. His anger was still boiling and he needed to calm down before returning to work. His brother had always had a calming influence on him and what anger remained after speaking with Trowa, he could work off by sparring with the royal bodyguard.
A blonde head greeted his knock to the wooden doors and moments later he was stepping into his brother's study.
“Prince Heero is here to speak with you, master,” Quatre announced. At his master's look, Quatre enlightened his master a touch more. “Duo is not with him and he looks quite upset.” The nod he received sent Quatre back out to fetch the prince.
“Brother? What ails you?” Trowa greeted. He knew immediately that this was something a bit more serious, he hadn't seen that look of anger on his brother's face since they were children.
Taking a seat as indicated, Heero rested his elbows on his knees and spilled the entire tale to Trowa. He didn't leave anything out, Heero wasn't into lying, even if it meant he suffered further consequence, he simply told it as it had happened.
Listening to the tale, the frown between Trowa's eyes deepened. At his master's feet, Quatre couldn't help but overhear every word the prince said and his heart went out to both the prince and Duo.
“I don't know what else to do, Trowa. I have tried everything I know to be a good husband, but it doesn't seem to make any difference. The more time I spend with her, the more she wants. I cannot keep this up, trying to fit my work in around her demands; and as for Duo... He's been a godsend to me, never complaining, always there when I need him and without complaint. It hasn't been easy on him either. I have noticed he's losing weight and isn't as happy as he used to be. There's something going on, but I don't know what. Whenever I've questioned Duo he denies there's anything wrong, but for some reason he's not happy and I can only think it has something to do with my wife and her maid.”
At these words, Quatre did his best to become invisible. The last thing he needed was for the prince or his master to question him!
“What makes you think that, brother?”
“Relena keeps insisting I get rid of Duo, she says I don't need him as both her and her maid are capable of looking after me, and after having her walk in on us today, well, that only seems to have fueled her demands for me to sell him. Trowa, I have no intention of getting rid of Duo regardless of what the princess says or wants. But what can I do?”
Thinking the problem over, Trowa really didn't have an answer for his brother, but he did ask another question. “How did Duo react?”
Heero sighed and explained. “I sent him back to the slave quarters to wait. I told him I would send for him later.”
“Brother, I think we should send Quatre to be with him. If this intrusion has affected him like you say it did, I think Quatre's calming presence might help. From what I've observed of Duo, he's very good at hiding what he really feels.”
“You're right. He was very upset. If you do not mind being without Quatre for a while, I think that would be an excellent idea.”
“Of course.” Trowa dropped his hand to Quatre's head. “Quatre, please go be with Duo and do what you can. I will send for you later.”
“Yes, master,” Quatre replied and got to his feet.
“Thank you, Quatre, Brother. He's a little skittish and I think your soft ways will be of benefit to him,” Heero stated.
“I will look after him.” Quatre bowed to both princes' and took his leave. The two princes returning to their discussions of Relena and how best for Heero to handle the situation from here on out.
* * *
Duo moved silently through the castle hallways and back to the chambers he'd shared with Quatre. His mind was a mess, whirling with thoughts and wondering how his master was going to deal with the princess and what this would mean for him now.
Opening the door he slipped inside and looked around. No sign of Quatre. Moving across the room, he curled up on his old bed and did his best to try and relax, push all thoughts of what had just occurred out of his mind. Unfortunately, it wasn't working.
Despite his master's assurances that he was not going to be sold, Duo couldn't help but think there was no other way out of this mess. Surely now the princess would see to it that he was sold. Duo shuddered at the thought of being sold again, of having to return to the life, or what passed for a life that he'd endured before. In his own heart he knew he couldn't go through that again and if he were to be sold, it would be a matter of days before he'd find some way to end his miserable life.
So wrapped up in his thoughts, he didn't hear the door open, but he did flinch when a hand landed on his shoulder.
“Easy, Duo. It's just me, Quatre.”
“Quatre?”
“Yeah. Prince Heero asked me to come and stay with you.” Quatre began to climb on the bed beside the other slave and found himself with an armful of shaking, sobbing Duo. “Hush now, Duo.” he soothed and gently cuddled his fellow slave close.
Giving Duo a few moments to settle against him, Quatre spoke softly. “Tell me what happened.”
Through hitching, sobbing breaths, Duo related how the princess had walked in on his master and himself in bed together and the angry words that had been exchanged. “She was so mad at my master... A – and my master...” Duo's voice hitched as the words came out. “I – I – I've never seen or heard him so angry.”
“Oh, Duo,” Quatre soothed as he gently rocked the other slave in his embrace. “This isn't your fault-.”
“She – she will insist my master get rid of me now,” Duo sobbed.
“No, you're not going anywhere, Duo. Prince Heero came to speak with my master about this and he was very upset. I was there when he spoke and I definitely heard him say he had no intention of getting rid of you. In fact, he said you were indispensable to him, that he relies on you for a lot of things and couldn't do without you.”
Red rimmed eyes looked up at the blonde. “My master said that?” Duo sniffled.
“Yes, he did,” Quatre smiled.
A soft puff of air left Duo as he settled back against the blonde. “I don't think I could live if I had to leave,” he whispered.
“Trust me, Duo. You aren't going anywhere.” Quatre pulled the other slave into a tighter hug.
Whilst the words offered some comfort to Duo, the niggling feeling that something worse was yet to come still weighed heavily in his gut.
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tbc...
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