AN:Nothing really to say here.. Except that time really passes between updates of the same fic. I mean, I update everything one at a time.. so that first one I updated gets updated again like five weeks later. I had this chapter ready for quite a while too.
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nalamacleod: Well, she knows. :D And Dekim's going to be here for awhile. Hehe. Thanks for the review!
shevaleon: I like how horny he is too. I can't tell you anything about Marimeia or Dekim. But it's going to be fun with Wufei and Duo, when Wufei arrives. Which would be rather soon. Thanks for the review!
Summary:Treize asks a favor, and Duo has to prepare a lover for him, and get ready for the Red Dragon's clan lone survivor! And Trowa defies his master (in a small quite way).
Dinnertime
Unlike earlier when we had sex, Trowa was not finished and unconscious, not like I minded, but he was most insistent on our freaking guests. I tried to drag it on longer, yet his warm, flexible body slipped from mine.
He gripped his clothes in his hands and smiled.
"I'll be joining you at the table, master," he had said, then he disappeared. One of these days I was going to corner him- because it was quite unlikely that I could corner Heero- and demand how in the hell he could disappear and reappear in all sorts of places.
My languid body protested as much as my dick did as I arranged myself appropriately for my guests. I wanted Trowa. I didn't want to walk down these many hallways and get lost, then ask for a servant for help, get lost again, and have another servant get me to the dining hall. Yet, I was there, at the head of the silver laden table, with ianother/iservant pulling the seat out for me, and Treize Kushrenada and Dorothy Catalonia staring at me with amused eyes.
"Had a fun time?" Treize teased.
"Got lost?" Dorothy added.
I answered them both, "I hope Catherine puts garlic in your food."
Contrary to popular belief, vampires love food and drink, it's just that human blood is the best. Any other time, you can serve a vampire fried chicken and pudding and they'll eat it all the same.
"How awful! You'll punish her for it, won't you?" Dorothy smiled, showing she was only teasing. "Anyway, I liked your letter." She swung it in the air before opening it.
" 'Dear Catalonia family,
I'm dreadfully sorry to ruin your time at the Kushrenada's party. I have nothing to compensate with but my apologies. Hopefully, next time, I will behave to your satisfaction.
"Sincerely, Duo Maxwell," she finished. "It's so formal! Why couldn't we get one like Treize's? With the 'Yo, Treize, sorry for being a jerk' intro?"
"Because I didn't think I needed to kiss as much ass with him as I did with my letter to you Catalonia's and the other families," I answered and began spreading a handkerchief onto my lap, where my erection still stood stubbornly prominent against my pants.
Trowa then walked in from the silver doors customary for a chef's kitchen. Balanced on his yet again bared shoulders, this time uncovered by a low-necked navy sweater, were two large domes. I could smell the raw seasoned blood of young deer. Even though I didn't need blood to live- or even eat, for that matter- the food, and Trowa's naked neck, made my mouth water. I couldn't wait to see the delicately sliced meat then devour it, then savor it, then devour another. Trowa opened the domes before me before my fantasy of eating was complete, so that I kept staring at my plate of food he passed to me. The last time I had something even as remotely tasty as raw animal blood was when some college boy wanted me to drink him dry- he was really caught up in the moment. Anyway, I began eating, then after a while of silence, I was going to ask what did Treize want to talk to me about. Then I noticed Trowa was sitting at the table.
It's a Dom thing; most people wouldn't understand it. But I just couldn't tolerate when a pet sits at the table with me. That's like him or her saying she is my equal. In a way they are, as human beings, but as far as 'status' goes, they are a step down. I don't believe it's inhumane for a pet to sit on a pillow next to their master, it's sort of like a long bow. I'm probably not making sense, and if you don't get me, you're probably not a Dom.
Treize and Dorothy obviously were. The cousins stared at me with their weird forked eyebrows raised, as if saying, 'Are you going to let him eat there?'
Trowa caught their look and looked at me. I pointed to next to my feet.
He frowned.
That was the most negative face he's giving me in the extremely short time I've known him. Granted, his expression is usually blank, but even that was better than the sour bend of his mouth. It made me want to punish him relentlessly. And damn if it wasn't making me hornier.
I pointed at my feet again, and this time he isnorted/i, and then ignored me, not looking at me once, eating his venison with relative calm. Oh... He was so fucking in for it.
"Oh, my brother is being bad, isn't he?" Catherine spoke from her kitchen, coming out with wine and glasses. Passing them along, she instructed, "Please don't hesitate to punish him for small things like this. This is what got us kicked out of the last house. Would've got him killed if it wasn't bad luck."
"Catherine," Trowa said, not looking up from his dinner- or breakfast, whatever.
"Oh, there I go!" She scampered away with a guilty face, almost making me forget to think... Why would anyone think it would be bad luck to kill Trowa? And why would they try to hide it? There's a mystery here.
I decided to put it all in the back of my mind, including my fantasies to beat obedience into Trowa without going overboard, and I asked Treize, "So, is there anything you would like to tell me, Treize?"
"Aw. Aren't you going to do anything about your pet?" Dorothy pleaded, looking put out.
"Well, actually, I did have something to tell you." Treize dabbed the edges of his mouth clean, already finished with his food. "That was delicious, by the way. I never would have guessed that animal's blood would be so fulfilling. I must change my diet."
"I changed it when the outbreak of AIDS came along," I said. "I can't really tell the difference between diseased bloods and clean ones, so I just did away with all the human blood. Now I'm so used to it, I don't even like human blood, unless I'm having sex with the person."
"Oh, I couldn't do that," Dorothy retorted. Her tongue was out and her plate half-finished. I don't think she liked it too much. "Animal blood just isn't strong enough. But anyway, cousin?"
"Oh, yes. Duo, my parents don't like you," Treize said quite frankly. "Mostly, they don't like your quiet pet nor your lineage. At any rate, they don't want you influencing me out of the norm and becoming a disgrace to the family. They require me to find a lover to set me on track."
He stared at me, his expression somber while he sipped his wine.
"What the hell am I supposed to do?"
"You have good intuitions when it comes to people. I want you to find me a lover. Surely, you have some friends in that human city of yours? With such a charismatic personality, even someone of your status could find someone on my level?"
A certain ginger-haired man was full of himself and way too confident in my abilities. Sure, I did actually know quite a few Royals in the city- actually, I did know quite a bit, and some of them would be wondering where I was. If I could contact a few of them, I bet I could hook Treize up.
"What's your preference?"
"Doesn't matter. I probably won't be interested in anyone for long."
I growled at his pessimistic view. "Hey," I told him, "if I'm going to take this seriously, you're going to take it seriously. Matter-of-fact, the only way this would work is if you tried to make the relationship last at least a month. If you can't, then it's no deal."
"The only people dynamic enough so far is you, Dorothy, Trowa, Catherine, and my Dragon."
Woah. "First... Trowa? Catherine? Second... What do you mean 'Dragon'?" Please don't let that mean who I think it means. Please. PLEASE!
Treize smiled handsomely. "Oh, yes. These siblings have sparked my interest ever since they became chain mail some years ago. It was quite the scandal: once thought extinct Faerywoman has children with a banished vampire of potent strength. Their children came out as beautiful as she did. But.. Of course, it was always a secret among us Royals."
"You're lying," Trowa said, "You just read my mind."
Another smile. "So I have, but the mystery has always intrigued me on why no one bothered to kill the siblings when they obviously were extremely recalcitrant pets immune to punishment."
"Maybe they just weren't given the right punishment," I muttered, glaring at Trowa, who began clearing the plates. When he left, and probably to quietly hide somepalce, I digressed, "And this Dragon you were speaking of?"
"Right, right. He's the sole survivor of the Red Dragon Clan. They are an exclusive- or as I should say, 'were' an exclusive Family from a northern Order. After Lord Maxwell's, yes, your father's attack on them during the war, they were completely wiped out. That's what all the Royals are still saying."
"But how do you know he's still alive, or from this clan?" I pressed, completely grateful Treize couldn't read my mind.
A romantic look came over his face, while Dorothy rolled her eyes. "We were to duel to save the clan. It was just an one-on-one decision whether or not I should release my elite troops to battle. I held no belief that Maxwell's regiment could do anything." What a mistake that was, I thought. "I had won the duel, but the thought of losing such a warrior in the midst of an idiotic and needless battle tore at my common sense. Plus, I believed eventually I'll have him for myself."
He frowned, becoming depressed again. "And then some strong enemy from Maxwell's 355th took out most of his people, and he came back to me obsessed with revenge on them all to get to that person. But it seems like his research is getting him nowhere."
I perked at this. "What do you mean?"
"He can't seem to find the one he's looking for, 'Death', nor anyone who fits the description of him. It might be the fact that he had transformed in the battle- but surely anyone with black hair and red eyes would be easy to spot."
I do have black hair when I transform! Oh! Thank Fate! And red eyes? My eyes were purple on a regular basis.
"...invite him here?"
What? "Excuse me, my thoughts were a million miles away," I said apologetically.
He lifted one elegant eyebrow, crossing his arms. "I was just thinking it would be nice to invite him here. At my home, he wouldn't be met with hospitality, but here, in your home, I think he would be accepted."
"Are you sure he would accept your invitation?"
"Of course. This is his enemy's top commanding officer's home. There's bound to be some documents of his military excursions somewhere, and I'm sure that would delight him like nothing else."
Oh... Great. If I refuse, Treize would find that suspicious. If I accept, I will be putting this Dragon avenger on the right track towards me! He would be in the same fucking house!
"Well, that'll be awesome," I answered with a tight, tight, tight smile.
"Great, I'll write him a letter soon then. And I believe," he said, looking at his watch, "I should be taking my leave."
Oh, he thought he was sneaky!
"Woah, what about your preferences in people? Isn't this what you were here for- other than that other thing you were here for?"
He rolled his eyes guiltily. "Blond."
"What?"
"Male. And blonde. With long hair."
"Do you realize how hard that would be to find?"
"Oh, well," Treize said, getting up. "Might as well give up on my preferences then-"
He was sneaky. "What else?"
He sighed. "Someone who will be attracted to me yet doesn't want to be attracted to me. And athletic, flexible, tall. With an intelligent mind and a formidable ability that would be the cause of envy from everyone else."
"He wants a well-programmed robot," Dorothy said wryly.
"He must have outstanding sexual appeal, and must be on my level, or at least able to pass off as someone on my level," Treize concluded, still standing. I stood up as well.
"With the rest of the crap you want, I'm pretty sure he'll be prettier than you." We shook hands, and Dorothy gave me a kiss.
"I'll be interested in what you come up with!" Dorothy called, already frolicking down the hall, ready to tackle the hallways of doom like they were nothing. Treize began following her.
"I'm going to get you that man, Treize, and you guys would be such happy lovers, that Dragon guy would be jealous when he comes." The Kushrenada prince gave one of his lovely laughs, waving goodbye.
"You should have escorted them to the door," Hilde huffed, but at that moment, I wasn't in the mood.
"Where's my room Hilde?"
Now it was time to truly punish- and not in that kinky, playful way- my pet.
