Exotic Loyalty
By: Gypsy Tollamer
Gypsy: Yeah, I know it's been a while for this fic people. But I've finally had time to work on some writing. But soon I'll be leaving for Spring Break. DESTIN! WOO HOO! (sorry bout that) and I'm working Singing in the Rain, Quilters and we just finished Twelfth Night. I'm tired, can you guess? In case you haven't noticed. There is a new sequel to "The Meaning of Beautiful"… YEA! Also if you want to be added to my yahoo group to be notified for updates. Send me an email at my old address: q_bean12@hotmail.com and I'll add you right away. Still haven't figured out this whole yahoo thing but it's a good idea so I'll work on it.
Chapter: More Trowa centric then Heero centric. Talks about he and Quatre and Trowa's life.
Trowa lay in the large bed. Quatre lay next to him breathing in a steady smooth motion. You could tell the blonde was deep in sleep. A small smile graced the blonde's face. As his master Trowa was the only one to ever be aloud to see Quatre smile. A rule Trowa felt to be out dated but he liked the idea of being considered special to see that simple smile. Trowa looked to the ceiling. It looked similar to the one at Uncle Dekim's castle. In fact, that's where he met Quatre. Quatre had the horrible task of being the release of many guests passion after Dekim's parties and dinners. Being the chamber maid of a guest chamber was low work but Quatre could have been working the bordello's at least he was on the high end of the whoring business. He got no money but had constant food, water and a bed to sleep in. After a dinner where Dekim talked to Trowa about being a man. Trowa was surprised to find a small blonde in his room sitting at the end of the bed on the small chest. Trowa remember everything about that night… and the weeks following…
****Flashback******
"What are you doing in here?" a sixteen year old Trowa asked.
"Your Uncle sent me." The blonde said. He was dressed in a male harem outfit with black lining those dark eyes. The exact color as an ocean on an overcast day.
"Thankyou for making the bed then." Trowa said taking off his coat. He was going to throw it on the chair when the blonde took it from his arms and hung it up in the closet where Dirty clothes hung.
"I'm more then a bed maker." He said.
"I can see that." Trowa gulped and removed the uncomfortable boots he was wearing.
"Am I not of your tastes? If you would prefer for a girl or someone taller I can call for someone you might like better." The blonde said shyly. "You Uncle said you needed some one to help relax you and release your stress."
"Did he?" Trowa mused aloud. "You're just of my taste then."
"Oh." Quatre said. He sounded slightly happier. Trowa was quiet and worked to remove the cravat from his neck. "Have you ever?"
"No." Trowa said. "I keep to myself."
"Don't worry." Quatre said removing the buttons slowly and looking down at Trowa who was sitting on the bed. "I'll be gentle." Quatre pushed him back and crawled on the bed to lay beside him only to pull the taller man on top of him. "Kiss me."
Trowa obeyed. For the first time in his life. Trowa was not afraid to speak. He wasn't afraid to moan or sigh. And Quatre enjoyed that. For the first time in his life Trowa was alive. After what felt like an explosion in his body Trowa looked up into those eyes who looked bright blue. The blonde was still straddling him with Trowa still deep inside of him.
"What's your name?" Trowa whispered kissing the boy's neck.
"Quatre." He said sighing. "I take it you enjoyed yourself, Lord Trowa."
"I did…. But in a way I can't explain." Trowa said. He dropped his voice softer. "I can't."
"You're getting quiet again." He said pulling Trowa out of him and dropping down Trowa torso to kiss his smooth stomach. Trowa felt that feeling come into his mouth. He pulled Quatre back up to his face and kissed him fiercly. He roiled over on top of the blonde and growled softly. He knew what he was doing now.
It had been quite a battle to buy Quatre from his Uncle. In fact Duke Dermail was fighting pretty fiercly for the blonde but Trowa had more money and more desire. He didn't want to own just Quatre's body but his heart…
Trowa sighed and ran his fingers through Quatre's hair. The slave yawned and opened his eyes.
"Hello." He said. "I take it you're not tired anymore."
"Not sleepy." Trowa said. "But I am in the mood for something else." Quatre smiled before ripping off Trowa shirt and pants and going straight for the core of the problem.
Heero walked by Trowa's room book in hand. He wanted to show Trowa the new book he had taken to reading over and over. It was the game they had always played when Trowa came to visit. But instead of hearing the usual silence. Heero gasped to hear groans and moans coming from the bedroom.
"Oh Quatre." Trowa moaned. "I love you, Darling." There were more noises and more screams of love and desire and Heero could just stand there with his mouth open. Finally with one scream from Trowa there was silence.
"I love you Trowa." The slave said. Heero's jaw dropped again. The slave called his cousin by his informal name. Something that was not aloud. This was not good.
Heero took a minute to collect himself. He thought of what to do and when he finally decided to walk away and pretend like it never happened. Trowa emerged from the chamber from his robe and ran smack into his cousin. The book dropping to the floor and two best friend's eye's meeting for the first time in a long while.
END OF PART 2
Gyspsy: Comments? Anything at all?