AN:I was faintly surprised how much I liked this chapter. I hope it's good enough to read the next chapter, especially after waiting for so long -; Now that I have caught with some stuff, I'll be working on the new. Thanks to all for reading! And sorry for making you wait.

1Tru3Lov3, leftminds, and cool: Thanks for the reviews:D Here you go!

...I don't know why I haven't updated this like... a week ago.. --

I mourn not having a title. It's driving me insane now. I don't think I'll ever start another story without giving every chapter titles.

Warnings:Well, Duo masturbates.. But I don't believe half of you actually care, and the other half wants it to happen yea?

Chapter 7

Trowa had a sinking feeling that he was either dreaming or insane. That this rapid turn of events- so many events- that he couldn't even begin to understand was just a ruse to wake up from, either in his blatantaly bland bed or in the soft confines of a white room. At this moment, naked, chained together with his friend Duo, whose hand he healed some time ago, he generally felt he was dreaming. Other times when the circles and symbols of Aura would flash up, he thought he was hallucinating and insane.

But it all seemed too real when Duo woke from a bad dream and punched him squarely in the stomach. Almost immediately he coughed up blood and his vision blackened.

"Trowa? I'm so sorry! I didn't know!"

He would answer that he was fine but, in fact, he wasn't. In a matter of seconds he had healed himself through blurred vision, waving off Duo's constant apologies until he couldn't ignore them any longer. Duo was having hysterics.

"This is fucking insane! What if they decide to eat us or something?" He had leaned forward on his hands and knees, the ground breaking when he struck it with his fist. It seemed like he felt nothing. "We're probably going to die, Tro', and they're going to slit our throats and drink our blood-"

"Duo, you're not helping." Trowa wondered if that was really his voice. It sounded deeply tired, like he hadn't slept in years. "We should stay calm until... until... They tell us to do something."

"What if they try to eat us?"

"They're not."

The boy's wildly violet eyes softened. "You think so?"

"Don't hold me to it, but I think if they wanted to kill us they would have done it already." But Quatre seemed to get a kick out of scaring them, being the most sadistic of the vampires.

Nodding susceptibly, Duo added, "And it seems they went through a lot of trouble to get us here. But for what? I don't get this Family thing. You can have a family anywhere."

"I think they want to be part of the group instead of just being used. Like a mafia."

"Oh, then that makes sense." He looked around, finally calmed. As usual, this room of someone's house had some sort of theme, the ocean. The carpet was a myriad of such colors as orangish-brownish-greenish-blue, loveseats; couches, three beds, all bolted down, melded into the carpet as fish colors, the ceiling blue and cloudy.

What he saw as colors was what Trowa saw in complicated six-pointed stars and trigonal planes. If something ever happened to any of these magic rooms, there was just no way he could fix them to the masterpieces they were. It wasn't as if he couldn't see the colors, his ability flicking to and from his consciousness, but it did seem to take over most of the time.

"What time do you think it is?" Duo was saying, saying anything and chewing the end of his braid, it breaking out of its twist as if it had a life of its own.

"Maybe we passed another day, or it could be very close to morning." Trowa observed his friend cracking his knuckles every so often, and that his eyes had become very elliptical, giving his violet eyes an even more astonishingly alluring look. Then he noticed that his hair had grown longer in his braid, the start of the twist hanging a few inches lower below the nape of his neck. It came as a shock to him when he learned that neither he nor his friend were human anymore.

Pulling a bit at his nacre-colored chains, Duo said, "I feel strong. I know I don't seem like it but... There's power in me, ya' know? I can feel it." In one strong tug the chains broke, reinstating Trowa's discovery, the inside steel gleaming from the magically shining sun. Duo stared for a bit but continued sitting.

"You're not going to try to leave?"

"Of course not! If they can find you and me in Walmart, and that friend of theirs, I think they can find me again. Anyway, I don't know this... whatever this is... from a hole in the wall. I'll most likely just come back here again, full circle."

Trowa smiled, closing his eyes, and Duo managed to crack a grin.

"You know what else, Tro'?"

"Hm?"

"I'm horny as hell." Trowa burst out laughing. "I'm serious. Last time I've got a hard-on this bad was when I watched that Navy Boys porno." To prove his point, he wrapped a hand around his naked erection and began pleasuring himself, and he let his head rest against the broken post, gasping softly.

"That was really good, I have to admit. I still don't think we should have stolen it from that store though." Now that he had rested his eyes a bit, when he opened them the symbols were gone and he didn't feel tired anymore. Once he saw what Duo was doing, he was tempted as well, but couldn't summon the courage as Duo had so easily done.

Suddenly a completely hidden door slowly came open- and Duo abruptly stopped masturbating- and the masters strode in, looking decidedly pleased with themselves, even as Wufei tugged an arduously rampant Zechs by a neck holder, one end of it tied around his wrist that hardly flinched when Zechs pulled back with his neck, neck and torso sweaty with his stubborn effort. The blonde was clothed only in loose khaki pants and his wrists were tied in mother-of-pearl chains cuffs.

"Get me out of this fucking thing, you son of a bitch!"

"He's worse than Iason's wolf pet," said Wufei tiredly. "Surely, he hasn't always been like this."

"Only when I reassert myself as master does he act this way. And I'm very sure Riki acts the same," Treize answered, settling gracefully onto a couch, facing Duo and Trowa, who were now sitting up straight. The fear was apparent on their faces, even when Quatre untied their chains and pulled them to where the masters and Zechs sat. Zechs had finally calmed down, but his crystal blue eyes glared and Wufei still held onto the end of the leash.

"Well, we're finally in our place in the Order after one-hundred and twenty-five years," announced Treize, unblinking when Heero clapped and the corner of one room twisted around to display the tantalizing array of a wine rack , and continuing as the other vampire got a drink, "Sure, we've enticed the wrath of many people, but what's that compared to... Hmm.. Owning a home that is not watched? Or a phone that's not tapped? Or answering calls only in this jurisdiction? The pros go on and on." He accepted a glass of red liquid from Heero, and the other two did as well. They sipped quietly for a moment.

"They're scared of Barton," muttered Wufei, to himself, swirling his drink around. He was staring directly at Zechs, who turned away with a blush. Aforesaid Barton watched the exchange, perplexed, before he realized that the blonde was aroused, for no particular reason whatsoever, and then, he noticed that so was he. Duo beside him was beside himself with want and had his legs and eyes closed.

Quatre smiled and stretched. "The aphrodisiac is taking effect."

"So it seems," Treize answered, "But I'm surprised, Quatre, that you have begun initial training with pleasure instead of your usual wont of pain."

The yellow-haired vampire tilted his head to the side. "Why, to a relatively virgin boy such as him, pleasure and pain are often the same thing."

"Oh? You've had virgins before." Quatre grunted, grinning, pulling the chains locked around his pet's body, and Treize said, "Just admit it, you like him."

"Very much," acquiesced the other, finally having Trowa in his lap.

Duo was in a similar position, shaking as Heero eyed the broken end of a chain with an indescribable look.

"You broke it."

Duo nodded, and that was all.

"Do you know what we're about to do?" Quatre asked generally, strengthening the tension among the two, neophytes in what they vaguely knew as sadomasochism. Both squirmed nervously in the laps of their masters, who seemed to have accomplished their goal in life, and relished their seemingly free time to do whatever they wanted to do. For example, they let their unknowledgeable pets wiggle around for a time until both realized that one, they didn't know what the vampire mixes were going to do, and two, they weren't going to tell them anytime soon.

"What are you going to do?" Trowa asked finally, for Duo was so aroused he had begun to pant incessantly in Heero's lap, and also because he knew his friend was too proud to ask.

Quatre smiled an alluring smile- a beautiful gesture which firmed his cheeks- that missed Trowa when he met him for the first time. Even though his stature was smaller and he was less massively domineering, the smile shook him to his core. An unusual covet for thirst empowered him, and he possessively tried to steal a kiss, something which he would never have thought initiating. Suddenly, he wanted this Quatre with a round face, the same striking blue eyes, and endomorphic frame that could fool any idiot to thinking he couldn't hold his own.

The vampire pushed him back and said, "First, we are going to give you a pre-training session. You see, the Lunar Ball is the biggest party of the year. It's essentially a make-or-break meeting between every coven in this part of the country. Understand?"

Trowa nodded, and, after sipping what he hoped to be wine, Quatre continued, "We must go. We are part of that ugly Dekim Barton's coven-"

"Why?" Duo asked.

Quatre glared as if he took umbrage to the unsolicited interruption from a slave, who recoiled and immediately regretted saying anything at all.

"Because," Treize answered smoothly, "there's no way the Order will allow the seven of us such as ourselves running around freely. It was absolutely imperative we accept an Order leader if we were to become a successful family."

Duo nodded meekly, not meeting a certain blonde vampire in the eye.

Certain blonde vampire went on, "And all covens must attend the Lunar Ball, just as Satan's night, coincidentally the Sunday after Friday's Lunar Ball.

"Now, second," he said with a scary smile,"if you survive the pre-training session adequately enough, we'll reward you with nice little gifts. And then we'll train you for real."

"What if we don't survive the pre-training session...adequately enough?" Trowa asked, though he was genuinely afraid of the answer.

The blonde shrugged, "It'll be like misbehaving at the Lunar Ball or not surviving the pre-training session at all."

With a look that purposely defied the unspoken rule against speaking out of turn, Milliardo declared, "You wouldn't kill me, Treize." But Milliardo was just as sure of that as he was sure of when the next blue moon would come. Before, the blonde had been joking about asking who was his master and that Treize couldn't have changed so much that he now wanted him to be his slave. Now, he couldn't fathom what Treize's sixteen years of being alone and the lowest member of his class would do to him. The vampire had said that the only reason his status as pariah and the endless killing in the name of the Order for the last century hadn't driven him insane was the fact that he had friends- now mostly dead- and Milliardo. But both have been gone for fifteen years, which may seem like a short time to an immortal, but in reality an extremely long time to go without a much needed lover or friends.

"I have no use for someone who's going to die at the Ball for being disobedient when everything can come out naturally well for all of us," Treize answered serenely. He locked eyes with his old lover, relaying a demeanor sending shivers down Milliardo's spine. "I want your full cooperation, Milliardo, or it will be I who will end your immortality."

The Seer shifted nervously on the floor, afraid to look at the change he would find in the vampire's eyes. He had seen it once before, in his best friend, a wonderful woman named Catherine Bloom. It seemed like the only way he could survive now- before he had to be careful not to cut himself and tempt the then young vampire Treize with is blood- was now to be absolutely subservient to him, which in itself wasn't all that bad. It could actually prove quite exciting.

He stared submissively down at the floor even when his neck brace was taken off and he was settled equally onto the laps of his two masters. A hand, though cold, made his chest flare into a blush when it brushed his nipple, one of his notoriously sensitive zones. Treize leaned forward.

"I'm glad to have you back, my love," he whispered, and Milliardo, if he was that kind of man, and he definitely was not, almost melted at the appellation. His Treize has changed little after all.

Now that his mind no longer repelled his masters'- yes, his master- advances, the natural chemicals of his body resumed its natural state of arousal, enhanced further by the unbridled aphrodisiac working through his bloodstream. The natural powerful Auras of his two masters rushed over him, and he began working his groin over Wufei's comfortable thigh.

"I assume the pre-training session is over sexual control, Master Treize, Master Wufei," Milliardo stated with a bit of a sneer and an unprecedented groan. "That's always your favorite way."

"Speaking of which," Heero said formally, the least emotional of the four masters, "what is the first game?"

Quatre broke off a kiss with Trowa, whose mind was reeling at the effect. Quatre was finding it increasingly unbearable not to touch his new slave with arousing caresses as Trowa responded eagerly- after he realized he wasn't going to be raped. "Let's see who can hold their own the longest."

"Will that be fair?" Heero eyed Wufei and Treize's double attack on Milliardo's pale body dubiously.

"He's more experienced," Treize answered huskily, pulling the skin of Milliardo's tantalizingly warm neck between his teeth. "The punishment for those who come without permission will be fourty strikes with a flogger."

"Holy..." Milliardo gasped, both at the punishment- which was something he's never experience- and the assault on his neck- which was felt like a direct attack to his groin. "You're serious?"

The vampire merely smiled.