Disclaimer: I don't own the G'boys, I just borrow them from time to time to play with and return them a whole lot happier, ne? Written for pleasure not profit.

Rating: NC 17

Warnings: Sap, angst, bondage, slavery, Yaoi, Lemon, lime, het, violence, dark, fluff, AU, OOC.

Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 1xR, 2xR

Betaed by Karina *snugs*

Summary: Heero is the eldest son of the King of Colonia. His 21st birthday is approaching and as tradition dictates his betrothed is soon to arrive. However he is also bound by tradition to select his own personal slave. The events that unfold lead him down a path that not only tests his sanity but his humanity and love as well.

Author's Note: This fic was started back in 2004 and has languished on my hard drive ever since, only sporadically being added to when I have the time (and the muse the inclination) . Updates will be far between, but rest assured, it will be finished. Feed back is most welcome as are honest critiques. Flames will be dealt with as I deal with all flames – with sarcasm.

Commenced July 2004 – published January 2008


Thank you to everyone for reading this tale of mine and warm hugs to all for your encouraging comments and kind feedback. *snugs you all* - Shen :-)


"Bound, Bonded and Betrayed"

Chapter 59

The banquet came to an end, all the guests feeling very full from Noin's rich, tasty food, the excellent wine and good company. The topic of the retrial had not been discussed at all, King Treize having forbid anyone from speaking about it so as not to jeopardize the retrial in any way. There had been plenty of other things to talk about though, the differences in the ruling between the two Kingdoms, trade, growth and prosperity.

By the time the guests were leaving, King Treize had secured further trade possibilities between Colonia and Nataku, trade that if the Emperor of Nataku agreed to, could see further prosperity for both; but that was something to be discussed at a later date and time that would be convenient to both Kingdoms.

Having bid those guests that had traveled, good eve, the King and his sons spoke briefly with the elders to ensure they had everything they required or needed before exchanging evening pleasantries with them.

Wishing his parents good eve, Heero, with his brother at his side, departed the banquet hall for their chambers, two shadows following faithfully behind them.

"Would you care to join me for a drink before retiring?" Heero asked his brother.

"Thank you, that would be most acceptable. We can go over your presentation for the retrial one last time if you wish?" Prince Trowa replied.

"Yes, I think that would be a good idea. I'm pretty certain I have it all in order now, but I would appreciate your input on anything I may have missed."

"No problem at all, brother."

"If you wish to go on ahead, I'll have Duo look after you. I need to stop by the marital chamber and check on my wife first." The words were spoken with a scowl on the handsome face.

Quatre and Duo exchanged small smiles with the prince's words and accompanying scowl.

"I trust that all will be well with her and that the healer has managed to alleviate the problem," Trowa replied with an amused smirk.

"I'm sure she is perfectly fine, just her nose out of joint," Heero muttered.

"Then I will see you shortly," Trowa stated, stopping at the door to Heero's chambers.

"Very shortly if I have my way," Heero responded.

With a soft chuckle, Trowa entered his brother's chambers when Duo opened the door for him, the two slaves following him inside whilst the heir proceeded further along the corridor to where his wife waited.

#

Heero didn't bother to knock, simply opening the door to the marital chambers and walking inside. He'd managed to steel himself for the fiasco to come and hoped he could keep his temper in check. His eyes alighted on the healer walking out of the bed chamber and he gave her a small smile.

"Prince Heero," Sally said and curtsied to the prince.

"Mistress Healer," Heero returned. "How is my wife? Have you managed to learn what is ailing her?"

Placing the items she had in her hand into her basket, Sally gave the prince her undivided attention. "Your wife is fine, sire."

"I see." Heero stepped a little closer to the healer and lowered his voice. "Exactly what is wrong with her?"

Sally glanced to the bed chamber and back to the prince, clearly warring with her conscience.

"You may speak freely, healer, there will be no recourse for telling the truth," Heero assured her.

With a soft sigh, Sally looked to the prince and kept her voice very low. "There is nothing at all wrong with the princess in the physical sense, sire. It is my professional opinion that the only ailment she is suffering from is lack of attention."

Heero raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk tugging at his lips. "That is what I thought."

"I have given the maid some herbs to steep for the princess. Once they have she is to drink it down before it cools too much. The herbs won't harm the baby, all they will do is calm the princess' nerves and help her to relax."

"Thank you. What ailment did you tell the princess she was suffering from?"

Sally gave a cheeky grin. "Anxiety Nervosa Ignorus, sire."

"What?!" Heero spluttered.

"Anxiety Nervosa Ignorus. Like the name, sire? I thought it was quite clever myself. It's not actually a condition per say, just a name I came up with to cover the symptoms. The princess has worked herself up over the fact that no one was paying her any attention to the point where her body has reacted in the only way it knows how. Her breathing rate is elevated and that causes her heart rate to increase. This ultimately causes her to feel a little lightheaded and dizzy, it can also cause a feeling of nausea. All she needs to do is calm down and relax then everything will return to normal. The herbs I have prescribed will aid in relaxing her."

"I see," Heero replied, still a little confused about the name of the ailment, but as the healer's words sank in, the confusion was dismissed. Heero had to admit, it was a clever move on the healer's behalf. He also dismissed his concern for his wife's health once the healer's proposed treatment finally registered.

"You may visit her if you wish, sire. It will take a little while for the herbs to take effect."

Heero wasn't too sure and then decided he'd better at least put his head into the room and make sure his wife was alright. "Thank you, I will have a brief word with her."

"As you wish, sire. I will be returning to my chambers now but will return later this eve to check on the princess." Sally turned back to her basket, leaving the prince to speak with his wife.

Cautiously, Heero moved to the bed chamber and briefly hesitated. For heaven's sake, I'm the prince! he scolded himself and taking a deep breath, he stepped inside the bed chamber.

The princess was sitting up in the bed, propped by several pillows, the maid was busy straining something from a pot into a cup.

"Relena," Heero announced his arrival and barely managed to hold the laugh when he spotted the maid's reaction to his presence.

Dorothy had been so focused on her task of straining the herbal drink she didn't notice the prince's arrival. When she heard him speak she almost dropped the pot and cup, only a little frantic juggling saving the items from crashing to the floor and spilling as she tried to sink to her knees in his presence.

"Heero," Relena scowled. "I was wondering if and when you were going to show up."

Ignoring his wife's tone, Heero continued on. "How are you feeling now?"

"I still feel unwell," Relena replied and pouted, adding a drawn out sigh to the mix.

"The healer said she has left some herbs with your maid for her to make up into a drink that should help to ease your suffering." Heero decided it would be safest to stick to the topic at hand and keep things short and simple. The sooner he'd dealt with Relena, the sooner he could get back to his slave.

"Yes, she has. Dorothy was just getting it ready for me," Relena said with a look in Dorothy's direction. "Is it ready yet?"

Dorothy hadn't been game to move since dropping to her knees when the prince arrived. Her mistress' question caught her off guard and she jumped a touch. "It's almost ready, mistress. I only have to finish straining it."

"Then please hurry up."

With there being nothing much Heero could do and feeling he'd justified his presence for long enough, he decided to take his leave. "The healer did advise me that you should start to feel better once you have partaken of her herbal tea so I will leave you to your rest. If you continue to feel unwell, send for the healer again, she has said she will call back soon to check on you and will keep me informed of your state of health."

As Heero finished speaking, Dorothy finished with her preparations and brought the cup across to the princess. "Here you are, mistress," she said and handed the drink over.

"Thank you," Relena replied and took the cup. She sipped gingerly at the hot liquid and made a face. "It doesn't taste very nice," she muttered.

"Most of the healer's remedies don't taste at all pleasant I'm afraid," Heero stated. He knew that himself first hand. "I will stop by in the morn to see how you are. I bid you good eve." Without waiting for a reply, Heero spun on his heel and left the bed chamber. Slipping back out into the hall a moment later, he let go a deep breath. With his duty to his wife now done, he could finally get back to his brother and his lovely slave.

#

"How is the princess?" Trowa asked when Heero returned.

"Perfectly fine," Heero replied. "Thank you, Duo." He took the offered goblet of wine from his slave and sat himself down. Duo dropped to his knees beside the chair, Heero's hand automatically resting on the slave's head and caressing gently.

Noting the actions of his brother, Trowa chuckled softly to himself. "Did you speak with the healer in regards to the princess' illness?"

A small smile graced Heero's lips as he thought back to the healer's diagnosis. "Yes, I did," he said, the smile on his lips growing a touch.

Trowa's eyes narrowed a little, picking up on the smile. "And what did she say was wrong with her?" he prompted.

"I believe she called it; 'Anxiety Nervosa Ignorus'," Heero said and waited.

There was a moment of silence before Trowa spoke again and this time it was just above a whisper.

"Anxiety Nervo what?"

"Anxiety Nervosa Ignorus," Heero repeated with a grin. Seeing the look of confusion growing on his brother's face Heero elaborated and explained what the healer had told him.

"Well shit." Trowa rubbed his chin. "So because she was being ignored, she pretty much stressed herself out until she was feeling nauseous and unwell?"

"That's what it comes down to, or at least that's how I interpreted what the healer said." Heero frowned for a moment and looked down at his slave. He'd felt a twitching and slight shaking coming from Duo as he was caressing that chestnut head. "Are you alright, Duo?"

When his master had told his brother what ailed the princess, Duo and Quatre had exchanged looks. When his master went on to explain the words, Duo could barely hold the laughter. He found the entire situation rather funny. So did Quatre if the look on the blonde's face was anything to go by. When his master addressed him, Duo quickly brought his mirth under control. He didn't want to be punished for laughing at the princess.

"I am fine, master," he replied quietly.

Glancing across at Quatre and then his brother, Heero had a fairly good idea of what was causing the shaking from his slave, but he wasn't going to reprimand him or punish him. That would be hypocritical of him – especially as he also found the whole thing funny.

"Shall we go over my notes for the retrial before retiring?" Heero asked his brother, changing the topic.

"Of course."

#

"I will join you for breakfast, brother," Heero said as he stood and stretched.

"Good eve, and try to get some rest," Trowa replied, clasping arms with his brother.

"I will." Heero followed his brother and Quatre to the door where Quatre opened said door and waited for his master to pass through. "Good eve to you and thank you for all your assistance."

"It is my pleasure, Heero." With a nod, Trowa left for his own chambers, Quatre right behind him.

Duo closed the door with the prince's departure and followed his master back into the sitting room to drop to his knees beside his master's chair.

Sitting in his chair, Heero sipped at the last of his wine, contemplating the 'morrow and what it would bring. Despite everything he was quietly confident that Duo would be found not guilty. If that came to pass as Heero believed it would, he then faced the unenviable task of informing his wife that he no longer wished to be wed to her and that once the baby was born he intended to keep the child with him and have their marriage annulled.

He shivered slightly at the thought and decided to put it all out of his mind. He could dwell on those thoughts after the retrial. For now though, he wanted only to have his lovely slave close to him. Reaching over the arm of the chair, he caressed the soft head. "Duo, go through to the bed chamber and prepare the bed for us. I will be in momentarily."

"Yes, master." Duo rose gracefully to his feet and padded through to the bed chamber to do as his master asked. The thought of the retrial weighed heavily on his mind and he couldn't help but wonder if this would be the last night he would spend in his master's bed, in his master's arms. A pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist and a soft kiss was pressed to his neck, startling him as he'd not heard his master enter the bed chamber.

"Do not fear for your innocence, Duo. I have more than enough to refute the princess' claims," Heero said with as much conviction as he could muster.

"Thank you, master."

"Come, Duo. I wish for you to share your body with me," Heero whispered against the creamy neck.

"I am yours, master. Forever and always, yours," Duo replied and closed his eyes as his master's lips worked against the skin of his neck.

"Oh, Duo," Heero moaned against the warm skin. "What did I ever do to deserve you?" In his heart Heero knew he couldn't let Duo go. He had no idea what he would do if Duo was found guilty and put to the sword; it would tear his very heart out. Somewhere along the line of bringing Duo to his side, the sweet, shy slave had ingrained himself so deep under Heero's skin he was now a part of the prince himself.

With a sudden clarity, the prince understood then exactly what it was he was feeling and what he needed to do.

Love.

He'd fallen in love with his slave.

And if Duo was found guilty, Heero vowed he would somehow find a way to keep his slave from losing his life.

"Master?"

Duo's soft voice broke into Heero's thoughts and the prince realized he'd zoned out on his slave. Bringing his mind back to the present and deciding to let the future wait for now, he kissed Duo's sweet lips, pouring as much passion into the kiss as he could. "Let me love you, Duo," he whispered.

"Please, master," came the needy reply.

Scooping Duo up into his arms, Heero carried his slave across the bed chamber and lay him upon the bed. When Duo began to protest that he was the slave and should be the one doing the work, Heero silenced him with a kiss and soft words. "This is for my pleasure, Duo. Surely you would not deny me what my heart desires?"

"No master," Duo whispered. "I am yours to do with as you please."

"Then lie back and enjoy." The prince continued to kiss his slave, working downwards from those swollen lips to Duo's throat. Nimble fingers found the lacings of Duo's shirt and swiftly undid them, the fabric opening up to reveal Duo's chest to his eyes and hands. Gentle kisses were rained down upon the warm flesh, nipples sought out, teased and tormented.

Beneath his master, Duo squirmed and wriggled with the onslaught of pleasure. His body responded, cock hardening in his pants and becoming almost painful given the restriction of the cloth. His hips began to thrust, seeking some form of friction for the ache in his groin.

Chuckling softly, Heero ceased his torment of Duo's nipples, the dusky pink nubs now hard pebbles on his slave's chest. "I think we need to remove these," the prince said, voice husky with desire as he tugged on Duo's pants.

"It will be my pleasure, master," Duo replied in kind and raised his hips enough for him to pull and tug at the fabric, gradually working the pants from his hips and down his thighs.

The removal of the restricting garment wasn't fast enough for Heero and he grabbed at the pants, helping Duo to pull them completely off. Tossing the pants to the floor, Heero took a moment to let his eyes feast upon the bared flesh of his slave. From the slender column of his throat, across a sweat dampened chest, over the heaving torso to rest at the damp groin where Duo's excitement rose to greet him. "Beautiful, just sheer perfection," Heero whispered and allowed his fingers to trace the line his eyes had mapped out seconds before.

Silky skin shivered under the feather touch, muscles twitched and goose flesh rose in small bumps. When the prince's fingers reached Duo's groin, he ran them lightly along the steely length, the organ desperate for more and trying to follow Heero's fingertips as they teased across the wet head.

"Master," Duo groaned tossing his head from side to side, body bathed in pleasure.

"What do you want, Duo?" Heero asked, fingertips still tracing patterns across Duo's cock head.

"You, master. I need you," Duo panted out.

"And you will have me, Duo... When I've finished playing with you," Heero replied with a smirk.

Closing his eyes and biting his lip, Duo fought against his body's natural desire to thrust up and demand satisfaction. "As you wish, master," he whispered out.

Delighted with his slave's responses, not only to his teasing touches but his training as well, Heero decided to let things cool off a little. He moved slightly away from Duo and looked at his slave. "Undress me," he ordered.

Now that was something Duo was more than eager to do. He pushed himself up from the bed and reached for his master's shirt. Deft fingers made quick work of the lacings, the shirt and undershirt being stripped away within seconds. Heero's breeches were next along with his underwear until the prince was in nothing but his birthday suit. Duo's eyes raked hungrily over his master's sculpted body. His prince was perfection in his eyes. Golden skin covered rippling muscles, broad shoulders, strong chest, and tapering abdomen leading to a narrow waist, perfect hips and powerful legs. At the juncture of those thighs, his master's cock stood proud, leaking slightly and begging for attention.

"Master, may I?"

"Pleasure me, Duo," Heero replied and lay himself down, spreading his legs a little and leaving his body completely open to whatever his slave wanted to do to him.

Knowing this might be the last time he would be able to pleasure his master, Duo took full advantage of the smorgasbord of skin laid out before him. Hands and fingers touched, explored and caressed. Eyes eagerly drank in every movement of his master's perfect body, ears cataloged and filed away each and every moan whilst his mouth and tongue compared skin textures and savored every taste of each part of his master's body.

By the time Duo was licking and kissing along Heero's inner thigh, the prince was a shaking bundle of frustration, pleasure and desire on the bed. "More," the prince panted, thrusting his hips slightly.

Smiling to himself, Duo was only too happy to obey. He let his tongue slither along the crease of hip to groin, eliciting a moan of pure want from his master. That deft muscle licked across the prince's heavy sac and continued upwards along the underside of his very swollen cock. Reaching the head, Duo swirled his tongue around the tip, dipping into the slit and lapping lightly. Teeth gently nibbled their way back down followed by soft kisses back to the crown where Duo proceeded to envelop his master within his hot mouth and apply gentle suction.

"Ahhh... Yes!" Heero hissed, his self control almost shredded with the overwhelming pleasure his slave was gifting him. He allowed his slave to tease and torment him for a little while longer before deeming it necessary to stop or he'd come now in Duo's mouth and not inside his warm body where he longed to be.

"Enough, Duo," he commanded, his slave immediately stopping and releasing the heated organ from his mouth. "You are far too talented with your mouth and tongue," Heero said softly and caressed Duo's head.

"Thank you, master," Duo replied with a shy smile, taking the compliment and feeling warmed by it.

"On your side for me," Heero ordered. "Your back isn't healed enough for me to take you lying on it," he explained when he noted Duo's questioning look. While Duo arranged himself on his side, Heero reached for the jar of oil, trickling a generous amount into his palm.

"Bend your leg at the knee and place your foot on the mattress," Heero said, Duo complying. The position opened him up completely to his master's sight and touch.

Gentle fingers found their way between his cheeks, Duo shivering as the sensations skittered across already oversensitive nerves. One digit began to circle his entrance, teasing at the nerves before easing inside his welcoming channel. "Feels good, master."

"It will feel even better soon," came the quiet reply.

Closing his eyes, Duo let the sensations run over and through him, pleasure danced along every nerve ending, his cock stood proud and weeping, his balls heavy with need; and still his master worked his passage until he had three fingers sliding in and out with ease. Duo mewled in frustration when those tormenting fingers left his channel.

Heero chuckled. "Have patience, my lovely slave. I will be filling you with something much better in just a moment." The oil was deployed once more, Heero coating himself thoroughly. He didn't want to cause Duo any pain at all, the slave had already suffered enough.

Deeming himself ready, Heero slipped behind his slave on his side and pressed his cock forwards towards the stretched opening that beckoned him. The resistance was expected but mild, Heero sliding inside moments after pushing against that tight ring of muscle. He felt Duo release a sigh of contentment as he slid in deeper. Once he was completely inside, he paused and ran a hand along Duo's side, pressing kisses to the back of Duo's neck and shoulders.

"Comfortable?" the prince asked.

"Perfect, master," the slave replied.

"Good." Having gotten control over himself, Heero began a gentle retreat, followed by a push forward. As Duo's passage loosened further, Heero was able to increase the speed and depth of his thrusts. Soon he was sweating with the effort of sliding in and out.

Duo's hips began to undulate, pushing back to meet the inward thrust and draw his master deeper into his body. He groaned loudly when his master struck that special spot deep inside and a squirt of semen left his cock. "Master," Duo begged.

Angling slightly to try and hit that pleasure spot as often as he could, Heero rested his chin on Duo's shoulder. "What do you want, Duo?" he whispered.

"I need to come, master. Please, may I come?" Duo moaned.

"You may come after I have," Heero replied and then redoubled his efforts. Duo's passage was tight and silky around his length, each stroke torture to his already aching cock. Reaching around Duo's hips, the prince found his slave's cock and wrapped a hand around the stiff length. Running his thumb across the swollen head, he spread the copious amount of precome around to aid his hand in stroking.

Biting his lip, Duo tried to think of anything other than his master's attentions to his body in an effort to stave off his climax. He wasn't allowed to release until after his master and that was proving to be very difficult indeed. Even thinking about the princess and her nasty maid didn't do much to dampen his enthusiasm. When his master hit his sweet spot again, his passage squeezed against the length embedded inside causing his master to groan.

Unable to hold off his own orgasm any longer, Heero began to thrust wildly, Duo's heat and tightness sending him spiraling into oblivion. He pushed as deep as he could get, the fire in his gut exploding forth and nearly rendering him unconscious with the wave of pleasure that crashed over and through him. His cock spewed forth, pumping his seed deep into Duo's willing channel, the climax draining every ounce of energy from him until he sagged into the mattress behind his slave and gasped for breath.

Lying quietly on his side, Duo felt the warmth coast through him as his master found his release inside his passage. He waited patiently until his master had finished and slumped behind him. The hand on his cock had stilled with the prince's climax and Duo reached down to take over. His master had said he could come after he had and now that his master was done, it was Duo's turn. He fisted his cock and began to stroke, the sensation of his master still inside his body fueling his desire.

"Let me," came a whisper from behind as his master's hand settled once more around his erection. Duo immediately let go and his master's hand took over once again.

Closing his eyes, Duo let go and just 'felt'. Seconds later he was thrusting up into that hand and moaning loudly. His balls drew close to his body, the point of no return was reached and Duo fell over the edge and into oblivion.

They lay entwined together as their bodies recovered, each lost in their own thoughts until Heero felt he had enough energy to finally move. He eased back, pulling his flaccid cock from within his slave and eliciting a moan of loss from Duo. He chuckled as Duo's backside tried to follow his retreat. "Clean us up, Duo," Heero requested.

Taking a deep breath, Duo managed to get his limbs to cooperate and slid from the bed. He padded to the dresser where a bowl and jug sat waiting. Pouring a little of the water into the bowl, Duo brought it back along with a couple of cloths and began to clean his master off. Once done with the prince, he cleaned himself as best he could and returned the bowl to the dresser to empty out in the morn.

Once clean, Heero pulled the covers of the bed back and crawled inside. "Join me, Duo," he ordered once the slave had finished with the cleanup of his own body.

Slipping into the bed beside his master, Duo was again enveloped in strong arms, his master pulling him close. Duo was only too happy to snuggle deeper into his master's embrace and despite the thought of the coming retrial on the 'morrow, he drifted off into a deep sleep.

The sex had had the same effect on the prince. Heero had expected to spend most of the night tossing restlessly and thinking constantly about the retrial, but his body was sated, his mind bathed in endorphins and slowly but surely his eyes closed until he too was deeply asleep.

# # #

Entering the Throne room to following morn, Duo remained a couple of paces behind his master, head bowed and eyes downcast. He did manage to glance around from under his bangs though and was quite surprised at the changes that had been made to the Throne room to turn it into a court room of sorts. The King and Queen were off to one side, talking quietly to Prince Trowa and the Captain. Heero approached and exchanged a few words before stepping away and crossing the room to take up residence at one of the two tables facing the larger table at the top of the room that sat in front of the two thrones.

Kneeling by his master's side once the prince had taken his seat, Duo felt a little comfort from the hand that dropped to caress his head. He turned slightly and noted Quatre kneeling at Prince Trowa's side, the younger prince having taken a seat next to Heero.

Several people began to enter the Throne room, but Duo didn't dare look up to see who they were. He was already in enough trouble without adding more. He felt rather than heard the disturbance that signaled the arrival of the princess and a shudder passed through his body.

"Stay here, Duo," the prince said quietly and rose from his seat to greet his wife and assist her to the seat behind the other table that sat to the side of the one he occupied. Duo was more than happy to remain where he was.

"The princess does not appear to be very happy," Prince Trowa said softly to Quatre, Duo overhearing the words.

Neither slave replied, but both snuck a peek and had to agree with Prince Trowa's statement. The princess looked most uncomfortable and put out. The maid fussing around her also appeared to be edgy.

"Please stand for the King and Queen," Wufei announced loudly.

King Treize, with his wife on his arm strode across the room to the Thrones and took their seats. Once comfortable, Treize nodded to Wufei who stepped to the side and opened a door. Moments later he led the six elders into the Throne room. As each elder passed the thrones, they bowed politely to the King and Queen, moving then to stand behind a seat at the long table in front of the thrones.

"Please, be seated," King Treize said in a clear voice.

Everyone in the room sat, or in the case of the slaves, knelt and waited patiently.

"The retrial of the slave known as Duo will now commence," The King stated.

The head elder stood up and motioned for Duo to also stand, the slave complying immediately along with his master. Glancing at the sheet of parchment in his hand, the elder scanned it and then looked directly at Duo. "Duo, you are here on retrial for the attempted rape of the Princess Relena. Do you admit to this crime or do you deny this crime?"

Prince Heero's voice rang out clear and loud as he answered for Duo. "We deny this crime."

tbc...