Servant Song
4-Reconciliation Part1
CHAPTER 4 - RECONCILIATION Part1
Heero was led through the hallways to an upper chamber in the palace where the guard opened the door for him and stood, waiting for Heero to enter. He did so and the door was shut promptly behind him. He sighed heavily, looking around. The marble floor was covered in rugs, with a rather impressive fur rug in front of the room’s fireplace. The bed had sheer drapes surrounding it and was covered in a dyed blue fur blanket. It appeared to be a bed made for pleasure, and Heero wondered what had changed.
He had helped to teach Prince Duo when he was sent to Lord Jay’s to study and train. There had been many long conversations about slavery in general. They had been – friends. And now Heero wondered how that was all going to change. He had been sold and bought as a bed slave – a position he had never held and knew very little of. His previous slave position was as a guard and personal slave – he was one of many who saw to his masters needs in all ways but in the bedroom. And now he was expected to, to; he couldn’t even think it now.
Because he had thought of it. With Duo. Before.
As a slave, he knew he could do nothing without his master’s permission. Even have sex. In their training sessions, Heero had found Duo to be fun, charming, and thoughtful, not to mention beautiful and graceful. He had tried to keep himself distanced, but his attraction to the prince had gotten distracting. And so he had gone to Lord Jay and asked his permission, if the prince would be accepting. And Lord Jay had given him an unequivocal “No.” Heero hadn’t cried since his Mother’s passing nearly 10 years before, but he cried then. Everything inside him had felt crushed with his master’s disapproval and he realized then that he had fallen in love with the young prince. Duo came for his lesson that afternoon and found him sitting in the training room that way. He had asked what was wrong and Heero only shook his head. Duo had hesitated for a moment before sitting down next to him and wrapping his arms around him, murmuring and shushing him, offering him comfort for whatever had happened. It was then that Heero had looked up into Duo’s eyes and Duo wiped away a tear trailing down Heero’s cheek. Heero didn’t know who moved first, but their lips met gently, and then more firmly moving against each other. One or both of them had moaned and their mouths opened, tongues twining around each other, neither of them seeking to dominate the other, just content to feel.
That was the last day Duo came to Lord Jay’s. Heero had been ordered to clean and sharpen every sword, to completely clean the training facilities and all of the equipment there in and was put on reduced rations. He did not know how his master had discovered what had happened in the training room, but he’d had only one regret – that they stopped at kissing. And that he had never seen or heard from Duo again.
But now, it was different. It was one thing to choose to be with Duo while free of him, another to have it be his position to him.
He didn’t bother to walk out onto the balcony, but did quickly investigate a side room, which turned out to be the personal facilities and bathing chambers. He turned in a circle, trying to figure out where he should position himself to ‘greet’ his new master, and settled for in front of the fireplace. He had just settled there when the door to the chambers opened and Duo walked in. Heero quickly pressed his forehead to the ground and waited for further instructions.
He fell back on his training, forehead to the floor, eyes staring at nothing. Footsteps came closer and finally stopped near him, revealing Duo’s booted feet out of the corner of his eye.
“Heero? Please stand?”
Heero closed his eyes, both thankful and terrified at once. Here was the man he once offered himself to, who he wanted beyond reason. He stood, keeping his eyes downcast – just because they were friends once did not mean that Duo would still treat him with any respect now. It had been four years since they’d seen each other.
“Heero? Look at me, please?”
Finally Heero looked Duo in the eyes, careful to keep his face expressionless even though his heart was pounding within his chest. Duo looked at him hard, searching his eyes, before throwing his arms around Heero in a fierce hug, whispering, “I’m so sorry.”
Heero let his arms hang at his sides awkwardly, before tentatively returning the embrace. He hid his face in the crook of Duo’s neck and trembled lightly. He could only hope at what this could mean, that Duo and he could maintain some sort of friendship while Heero was under his ownership.
Duo felt relieved. He hadn’t been sure that Heero would accept this kind of contact – not now, not after so many years and now the ownership and Heero’s new title. Duo would have to go to the title office and change his status back to that of a warrior slave. While Duo’s status of prince should keep most people from trying anything, changing his status from a pleasure slave would keep off even more potentially wandering hands.
Duo held him until Heero stopped trembling and then stepped back for a moment to get a good look at Heero. He looked good and had filled out over the past four years. But he was harder, and seemed more guarded than before. However, that could just be the circumstances. Heero still wasn’t looking him in the eye.
“Heero?” Duo said.
“Yes, Master?” He replied.
Duo’s stomach gave a strange jolt, almost like being punched. “Please don’t call me that,” he whispered, letting go of Heero’s arms. And at that Heero met his eyes.