Warnings; AU ness (duh), 3x4(duh), perhaps 1+2, and OOC ness (Of course)

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Chapter Four

By the time the sun rose the next day, Trowa had been taught all the things he would need to know about how to take care of Quatre the way a true personal servant should. Wufei had watched him carefully as everything was being explained and practiced, the Chinese servant looking for the slightest thing to go wrong so he could have this loser fired and go back to being the master's favorite. However, no such luck came to him.

When the sun light streamed into the personal servant's quarters that Trowa had all to himself, the gypsy had already been up and dressed in some nice but rather thin clothes. His brown hair was in place, even though it was a bit unorthodox, and his tail was brushed, a habit he used to do when he still had enough money to afford a hairbrush with soft bristles. His flute was resting at his waist in the belt he had on and as he walked about his room to make sure everything was neat, he practiced some of the movements he would have to do for Master Quatre as soon as he called.

It didn't take much longer a wait for the rather large bell at his headboard to ring and summon him to the blond's room, which was next door. He knocked sharply and was promptly let inside. What he saw made the gypsy have to slap himself mentally to think again. The blond master was sitting up in his bed, dressed in all white, and his hair a bit ruffled from sleep. His baby blue eyes still held a tired look but the way those pale little hands rubbed the sleep out of them made Trowa think he was watching one of his younger cousins wake up. To the gypsy it was like watching a little boy rather than someone his age wake up from a good night's rest.

That's when he remembered his duties and quickly went to retrieve a bathrobe for Quatre just as the blond slipped out of bed. ''Good morning Master.'' he said as he waited for the other to stand so he could slip the silken robe over the other's shoulders, then noticing for a second as his fingers brushed the other how warm and smooth the skin was under the white cloth. ''Is there anything in specific I can do for you?''

''Well, I'm not hungry right now so breakfast is out of the question…'' Quatre answered and adjusted the sleeves a bit. ''And since no one else is up and I do feel a bit tense, how about a back rub?''

Trowa blinked at the blue eyes that looked at him over the pale shoulder and that semi-evil smile on the pale face. Where had that idea come from? ''Um, yes. Of course.'' he answered and stepped away so Quatre could lie down on his bed again on his stomach so Trowa's long hands could massage him better.

Being part cat -demon meant that Trowa had very strong hands, as mountain cats have to trip their prey with their rather large claws first before pouncing on it and killing it. Yet, the way his long fingers gently eased away the knots in Quatre's back was, at least to Quatre, absolutely divine! They felt so skilled at their task, as if it was something they had done hundreds of times before, and the blond that was getting the treatment swore he was in heaven. He purred his enjoyment for the other to hear and could almost see a smirk on the other's face as he continued to knead away those knots in his shoulders.

The gypsy massaging Quatre had to try and keep in mind how frail the creature he was massaging really was as he kneaded the soft skin. He didn't want to bruise him or make him cry out. What's worse, for some reason, the cat demon could swear he heard Quatre moaning in a way that brought very nasty thoughts to his mind which he quickly dispersed. ' He is the master, I am the servant.' he thought. 'I can't be thinking that way about my master, I'll be fired/killed for sure!'

Suddenly Quatre sat up and Trowa rested his hands in his lap again as he watched the other roll over onto his back. Trowa gulped. The blond was trying to seduce him, he knew it. ''What's wrong?'' Quatre asked with a raised eyebrow. ''You not like the view?''

''…''

''Master Quatre!'' Rashid shouted as he ran into the room, making Quatre sit up and Trowa to look over his shoulder, leaving the rather large Arab to assume something had been going on that he had interrupted. This just fueled his need to say his message even more. ''I have something I think you would be interested in.''

The blond nodded, an indication to continue.

''Your 'pet's story is true and he does have a sister and some cousins that he money he earns seems to be going to.''

''and?''

''If I must say so master, it would seem to me that the woman and children would make better servants than this filth. They need shelter more than he does, especially with these nights growing colder all the time.''

Quatre watched Rashid critically. ''You have other motives too don't you.''

The large man stared, ''no, not at all.''

Trowa looked away from the Arab to try and suppress his rage. He could tell what would be coming next.

The man then added. ''I just felt that you would rather a woman in your personal life rather than a half-breed, flea ridden scum ball like the beast sitting on your bed.''

The blond looked to Trowa to see his reaction and smirked when he noticed how angry the other seemed to become at this. Apparently Trowa was very protective of his sister. ''Actually, Rashid, a man I think is easier than a woman to have as a personal servant right now. His sister should be able to handle herself for a little while longer without our assistance. When Trowa goes to her next, he can talk to her then and we can organize something.''

Rashid frowned at being turned down, but bowed anyway and left. This was going to be a much harder task than he originally thought.

Chapter FOUR is done! Sorry for the delay. Writer's block will tend to do that to you! Now, I don't have any questions for this chapter, but if you have any suggestions what so ever, please give them to me in a REVIEW and I'll see what I can do, m'kay? SO REVIEW!