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I hope you liked the last chapter. I'm so NOT good at writing lemon, but I just had to put it in my story. If you have suggestions, please, review.

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'Thanks…you both…' said Mil while his tail regained more control again.
Trowa smiled… 'Your tail is cute…' he said smirking.

Chapter 4 Revised

Treize lay in between Trowa and Milliardo, playing with the blonds tail. Trowa was peacefully sleeping, resting his head on Treize's chest. Milliardo also lay close to Treize, but he had his back turned to his master.
'Is something wrong kitty?' asked Treize suddenly.
'No Master…why would there be..?'
'Because you've never let me touch your tail like this…you've dropped your guard…why?'
'I'm to tired…' answered the blond. It wasn't a complete lie.
'Then try to get some sleep.' Said Treize nicely.
'I can't…'
'Why not?' asked the brunette, turning Milliardo on his other side so he would face him.
'Something is bothering me…' said the blond looking his Master in his eyes, not waiting for permission to explain what. 'Aren't you mad
at us…at me?' he asked carefully.
Treize smiled. 'I figured you would ask it…There's no real point in being angry. If you two like each other that much I can't stop you…'
'But…' said Milliardo confused. 'I…I'm…a slave…we both are…Master…you can…'
'I know.' Said Treize. 'But I'm not that type of person. As for your punishments, I could sell you…'
Immediately Milliardos ears hung down.
'But I won't be making anyone of us happy…I could punish you in very different ways, but I won't be making anyone of us happy…Do you understand it Mil? I do not punish my slaves for little unimportant things.'
'Is…betraying you a little thing then Master?' asked Milliardo a bit sarcastic
'Betraying? You like Trowa…and there's no reason why you shouldn't. If you would've asked permission I would've granted it…if it makes you feel comfortable, keeps you from running away, and do as I tell you, it's good enough for me.' Said Treize reassuring. He patted the blond on his head.
'Thanks Master.' Said Milliardo cuddling against him and immediately he fell asleep.

'Master.' Said Trowa suddenly, a few seconds after he was sure that Milliardo was really sleeping.
'Oh, you were awake the whole time?' asked Treize surprised.
'Not the whole time…I woke up when you said: you two like each other, bla bla bla. But Master…May I speak my mind?'
'Go ahead.'
'Why are you giving him so much freedom? Is it because he is a neko-jin? You gave him the first three weeks off, you gave me three days
and you gave her a week. And today…you were in the complete right to punish us both…'
'Sounds like you're a bit jealous…'
'I'm not! It's just…' defended Trowa immediately.
'Shh…don't wake him…I gave him a bit more freedom because he's a neko-jin yes. Neko's are known for their rebellious way of life…they're unpredictable, and when mad or driven in a corner, literally or not, might make them so angry that they'll transform. And when they transform because of rage or fear they don't have control over their body. And I don't want a life size lion in front of me, who doesn't know what he's doing. And since he's only a neko-jin for a few years his body is still adapting itself everyday. The more we angry him, or make him scared, will change his body for ever.'
'How do you know that much about Neko's Master? It's not like information like that can be found on the internet…'
'Why do you think I was away for more than a week? Business yes, but that was only three days.'
'I see… By the way, is it really ok? I mean, don't you mind Milliardo and me…?'
'Not at all. I've never seen you so happy before…but you both have to keep in mind that you are mine. If I say you have to do something, or rather don't do something, you have to listen.'
'I know Master. I don't mind anymore. I'm glad you're my Master, and not someone else…Like Duke Dermail.' He said emphasizing on "Dermail" as if he were a fatal disease.
Treize smiled. 'Where did that come from? I know you never liked him, but you've never said it out loud…'
'Dermail is…I think…the cause of Milliardo's nightmares. I thinks Dermail was the one who made Mil a neko.'
'How do you know? Shit, I mean…I shouldn't have said that.' He said hitting himself for his head.
'You knew?' asked Trowa a bit shocked. 'Why do you act against Milliardo that you don't know?'
'Well. Technically I didn't knew…but I knew it…I knew Dermail had made neko-jin that survived, but I didn't know it was Milliardo…I knew that after he told me that Dermail was his owner two years ago…That was the time he had made a neko-jin.'
'Does Milliardo know that you know?' asked Trowa with a bit concern in his voice.
'No, not from me. I don't want to force him to that subject, he has to start it himself. But that's not something you should worry about. Just try to get some sleep, you look tired.' Said Treize kissing the brunette and covering the three of them with a blanket.

The next morning Milliardo woke up cuddled against. Trowa.

'Wha…what happened?'
The blond thought back at what had happened the night before.

Right…master Treize came back…then why isn't he here?

Milliardo moved to get out of bed but suddenly Trowa held his arm.
'Hmm…don't go…he's getting breakfast…' he said still half asleep, not even opening his eyes.
'Uh…okay…' said Milliardo lying down again, cuddling closer to the boy next to him.
Only a few minutes later Treize entered the bedroom carrying a plate.
'Ah, you woke up. How do you feel?' he asked Milliardo while placing the plate on the end of the bed.
'I'm fine. Thanks.' Said Milliardo yawning, sitting up. Trowa did the same.
'Looks delicious!' remarked the youngest one immediately.
Treize smiled. 'Ivy said the pancakes were made with her special ingredients, and most of the time she makes something she made up, it's delicious.' He said handing two smaller plates to the boys.
'Who's Ivy?' asked Milliardo tasting a little of the pancakes. 'Ow! It's really good!' he said, ears rising, tail swaying behind him.
'Ivy's the cook around here.' Said Trowa. 'And Kim and Beth clean up. I take care of the animals, and Nathan takes care of the rest.'
'Of course there are more people around here, but they hardly get in the house. We have a gardener, two mechanics, a personal doctor and much more.' Added Treize. 'So you won't have to do any chores around the house. Just do what you want to do.'
'Really? Thanks Master!'
'You're welcome.' He said smiling

The next few months Milliardo really started to 'settle in.' His bond with Trowa kept growing. Treize hadn't given Milliardo chores at day so he had almost the whole day to do what he wanted. Most of the time he spend around Trowa, but sometimes he chose to be alone. He often transformed and went to the place where he and Trowa had gone with his first transformation, mostly just lying on a branch in the tree, watching the nature around him.
Treize was strict on Milliardo, but he accepted a lot. Milliardo could transform on free will when he wanted, but he had to ask permission first, which was most of the time granted. In fact, Milliardo had to ask permission for almost everything, but all of it would (probably) be granted.
Milliardo didn't really mind. Sure it was sometimes annoying to ask permission for everything, but it was better than not being allowed to do what you want to do.
At night Milliardo did as he was told. He didn't hate Treize. He even started to like the man, in some sort of way. As Trowa once said to him, Treize was good, gentle, passionate…And most of the times he even liked it. The times he didn't want to were after he had transformed. He had mostly spend his day thinking ,and always ended up with him being a slave of a man who murdered thousands of innocent people. Treize soon noticed when Milliardo didn't want to, and actually fought him, so he left him alone those days.
Trowa on the other hand tried to talk with him when he had his 'moods.'
He tried to convince Milliardo that Treize wasn't a bad person at all. Sure he had murdered and let people murder in his name, but
without him the war wouldn't have ended.
Even though Milliardo started to feel like he was at home, his nightmares stayed. They didn't appear every night anymore, but at least once or twice a week. He hadn't talked about it with Treize nor Trowa. They didn't have to know the horrors he went through.

Mid-December

It was snowing outside and Milliardo, transformed into his white panther form, was impatiently walking by every door and window of the library.
'Why can't I go outside?' he asked for the millionth time.
'I don't want you to get sick.' Answered Treize while writing invitations for the Christmas/New year party.
'I'm a panther! Where do you think my fur is for?…Master…'
'We've discussed this before. No stays no.'
'But Trowa is outside…' complained Milliardo
'He's dressed for the weather.'
Milliardo sighed. 'But I'm a panther now…'
'No Milliardo. End of discussion.'
Milliardo gave in and walked to the fireplace. He lay down in front of it.
'Playing the sweet, little, nice cat won't work either.' Said Treize after a minute. He signed
the last invitation and walked over to Milliardo.
'I wasn't trying to be Master, honest. I know when to stop.' Said the blond when Treize sat next to him on the ground.
The man patted Mil on his head. Milliardo rested his head on Treize's lap.
'I still wanna go outside.' He said after a few minutes of silence.
'No. You're staying inside today.'
'Okay… I give up…what were you signing Master?' asked Milliardo to change the subject.
'Invitations.'
'For what?'
'The Christmas party at Duke Dermail's house, and the New years party here.'
'I didn't know you were gonna give a party…'
'I haven't told you.' Said the brunette smiling.
'Do I have to come along with you Master?'
'You won't be accompanying me to Dermail, don't worry about that. But he'll be here with the new years party, and you have to be present then. But I think you can avoid him.'
'I hope so…why are you related to him? I swore never to see him again after he sold me…a well, it can't be helped… I do have to watch out then that I accidentally won't transform and accidentally attack Dermail.' Teased Milliardo.
Treize laughed. 'I wouldn't want to miss it…but I think it would be wise for you to not attract to much attention. Which isn't going to be easy seeing your appearance. I think a lot would want to 'see' you from nearby.'
'I'm used to it. When Dermail gave parties he always let everyone touch me when they came in the house. I didn't like it, but I couldn't do anything else…You won't show me around like that, will you Master?'
'Of course not. I don't want you to have an awful evening. I want you to enjoy it. Don't worry.'
'Will Trowa be there?'
'Not the whole time. First he has to take care of all the horses, and at the end he has to prepare them again, but in-between he can come. But I think it would be wise not to show the guests that you are in a relationship with him. So no hugging, kissing, etc.'
'I don't know if I can restrain myself if I see Trowa.' He teased, licking Treize in his face.
'Hey!'
'What? What did I do?' asked Milliardo sheepishly.
Treize sighed. 'Nothing.'

A few minutes of silence later Nathan entered the library to tell Treize that Duke Dermail had dropped by.
'Tell him he can come here.'
Nathan bowed slightly and left.
'I'll go to my room.' Said Milliardo and stood up.
'Wait. Stay. I want to know Dermails reaction.' Said Treize making Milliardo sit.
'But…' The blond couldn't finish his sentence because Dermail already came in.
When he saw Treize sitting on the ground next to Mil in panther form he was astonished, a bit shocked.
'Treize, dear cousin, do you know in how a dangerous situation you're in at the moment?'
'Dangerous? O, you mean Milliardo? He wouldn't hurt a fly.' Said Treize standing up.
'I wouldn't be so sure about that if e were you.' Said Dermail walking to Treize's desk.
'But you're not me cousin, and by the way, I have him chained to the desk.'

Chained? When did he do that? though Mil when he suddenly noticed a chain connected form his collar to the desk.

'Well, anyway, you didn't come here to check on me and Milliardo, did you?' he asked nicely..
'No I didn't. I was wondering if you had finished the invitations. I'd like to spread them a.s.a.p., 'cause a lot have to come from far.'
'I finished just an hour ago. Second drawer from above on your right.'
'I see them, Thanks Treize.' He said picking the invitations up.
'O, and dear cousin.' Added Dermail getting something else out of the drawer. 'You should keep this with you at all times.' He said
walking to Treize with a stun-gun in his hand. 'You never know when you might need it…' he said. He pretended to give it to Treize but
'accidentally' dropped it when it was on. The stun-gun fell on the chain to Mils collar, and as you might know, metal leads electricity.
Treize quickly grabbed the stun-gun. 'I have no needs of punishing Milliardo that way. Now if you could excuse us and leave, we have
things to do.'
'Kill him yes…' snorted Milliardo. He got on his four shaking paws and growled hard, showing his teeth, or rather let's say fangs.
'Milliardo! Stop!' ordered Treize. He kneeled down next to Mil and whispered n his ear: 'If you attack him I will have to use the stun
gun.'
'Keh…I don't care.' Answered Milliardo boldly.
'And I also have to sell you.' Added Treize whispering. He didn't knew if mil would react to that, but he could at least try. He knew Mil hated Duke Dermail, but he didn't really know how far he would go.

Sell?

'Fine, you win.' Said Milliardo and lay down, head resting on his paws, closing his eyes.
'I think it would be better if you left cousin.' Said Treize while standing up again.
'Sounds like a good plan.' Said Dermail frightened. He knew what Mil could do when he was angry.
'I'll give you a call.' He said and left.

'Do you realize what might happen when he files in a complaint!'
Milliardo didn't answer.
'If Dermail does file in a complaint I might lose you!'
Milliardo's ears hung down. 'I'm sorry Master.'
'Sorry! That's not half enough! I told you to stay because I wanted to know Dermail's reaction, not yours!'
'He let it fall on purpose!' snapped Milliardo back.
'I know. But you are not the one who should react on that.'
The blond 'hmpfed' and turned his head away.
'Milliardo!'
'What! If you were in my place you would've wanted to kill that bastard as well!'
'I probably would have wanted to kill him as well, yes. But I wouldn't have tried.'
'Easy saying. You don't know how it is to be a slave. You don't know how Dermail treated me. You don't know what he's done with me just to pleasure himself!'
'No I don't know. But even though he treated you like trash, you cannot attack him.'
'Keh…Just go ahead and tell me what my punishment is. I'm sick of this conversation.'

TBC