Title: Lustful Dragon

Chapter: One

Warnings: Yaoi! Slash! What more could anyone else want?

Author: East Side

Setting: Modern day China...Except there is an Emperor!

Wufei, the second son of the Emperor of China, paced outside of his fathers chambers, a worried expression etched upon his face. His father had summoned him, sending a servant of the house to fetch him. He had been busy studying in the lush gardens of the estate when the servant stumbled upon him.

"The emperor requests your presence." She had said.

Wufei immediately left the sleepy softness of the gardens and ventured to the emperors chambers and was now waiting for permission to enter the room.

The doors were opened and Wufei stepped into the brightly lit room. His father was sitting behind an oak desk and his older brother, Li Chang, stood by the mans side. He gestured for Wufei to sit down and then said;

"Wufei, you're seventeen now. Your mother and I agree that it is time for you to wed."

Wufei was stunned.

"I do not believe I am ready, father." Wufei protested.

"You will do what you are told. The daughter of Kui Lun is the most suitable candidate for you. Melian's family has already agreed to the match and they will be traveling here in two weeks time." The emperor informed his son.

"Two weeks! Father, I am not ready for the responsibilities as a husband!" Wufei's famed temper replaced his calm and collected stature.

"Do not speak to me with such disrespect! I am your father and also your emperor, you will obey my command!" His father shouted.

"I have never even met her!" Wufei yelled back, tightening his hands into fists.

Looking into the onyx eyes of his fathers, he realized he was pushing the emperor so he tittering on the edge of losing control, Wufei backed down.

"My apologies, Father. I am sorry for my disrespect. I will honor your command." Standing, Wufei bowed and left the room.

Rushing into the room of his oldest and best friend, Quatre Raberba Winner, he slammed the door. Trowa was there, sitting on Quatres bed, reading. The blonde was curled up in his lap with his head on the brown haired boys shoulder.

Wufei felt a pang of jealousy. He wished he could have the chance to have what Trowa and Quatre have, but his father had just made it clear that he was marrying Melian, some woman he had never met.

Quatre jumped up as soon as Wufei had rushed into the room. Had it have been anyone else, Trowa would've been sent to live and work elsewhere, since he was a servant in the emperors house. Gays were not looked upon with favor in these parts.

Wufei will never forget the first time he had walked in on Quatre and Trowa. They had been kissing and when they caught sight of Wufei they had sprang apart. Quatre had started crying, which compelled Trowa to gather him up in his arms to comfort him. Wufei had assured Quatre that he would never tell a soul, a promise the Chinese boy intended to take to his grave.

Quatre walked over to Wufei, who was leaning against the door, seething.

"What has happened?" Quatre asked, worry apparent on his usually smiling face.

"I'm to be ...married." Wufei said, closing his eyes. Saying it some how made it feel final.

"What!" The blonde prince shouted. Trowa put an arm around Quatre, silently asking him to calm down. "He can't do that!" Quatre exclaimed, not heeding Trowas gesture. "Yes he can. He's the emperor." Wufei said, his eyes shining with unshed tears. He asked if he could stay with them for awhile and they, of course, replied yes. They helped him get through that night and the many days that followed, until the day that Melian arrived.

Two weeks later, Wufei and Melian met and, since they were under their parents scrutiny, they exchanged the basic formalities. Under their soft spoken greetings, each one of the two bethrothed, were seething.

Wufei found Melian to be a boring, self centered woman. He knew he shouldn't be cold towards her since it was their parents fault this was happening, but he couldn't help it.

Trowa had told him about a rumor that was the gossip of the servants of the house. It was said that Melian had been content and in love with a wealthy man who lived close to her own home. Unfortunately for her, her parents thought matching her with a son of the emperor would be much more suitable.

His father announced their wedding date. It would be seven days from the day Wufei first met Melian.

Wufei glanced at Melians face when this was announced, watching her expression. She looked startled that the wedding was in such short notice. The two only had a week to find out what kind of person they would be spending the rest of their miserable lives with.

Over the next week, Wufei and Melian were forced to spend most of their time together. He barely got the chance to see Trowa or Quatre and when he did, it was just for a brief moment.

Quatre was lucky. His father was an Arabian billionaire who had sent Quatre to China to study with the best. Since Quatre had 29 older sisters, his father didn't care who he married. Once his schooling was over, he and Trowa could leave and find a place who welcomed them.

'If only my father wasn't so old fashioned.' Wufei thought as he sighed. Melian glanced up at him. Their wedding was scheduled for the next morning and they had taken a stroll around the gardens.

"I am sorry about all of this, Melian." Wufei said as they walked around a fountain carved as an angel.

Melian was confused. "You are sorry about what?"

"The marriage." Wufei said softly. "I know that you were happy with the man back at your home."

Melian was silent for a moment. "I am sorry also. I know that you do not wish to marry yet." She said.

Wufei nodded, and they continued their walk around the garden and Wufei walked Melian to her room. "Good night, Melian." He said before he turned to leave. There was no reply as Melian quickly shut her door. A suppressed sob was heard by him and him alone.

'Why are our parents putting us through this?' Wufei thought as he made his way to his own chamber.

When he got to his room, he flicked on the light switch, took off his shirt and threw it on his bed. Suddenly, Wufei felt something cold contact with his bare skin. Startled, he quickly turned and found himself gazing into the barrel of a sleek black hand gun.

Wufei tore his onyx eyes away from the gun and met the intense gaze of the man holding the lethal weapon. He had short, brown hair and the body of a god. There was another man standing behind this one. He had long platinum blonde hair and a pair of hand cuffs dangling from his finger tips.

They were both smiling, at what, Wufei had no idea. The blonde grasped Wufei's right hand. Wufei noticed that the blondes fingers somewhat...caressed his hands as he gently slid the hand cuffs into place.

The brown haired man leaned in close to whisper into Wufei's ear;

"You're ours."

To Be Continued...

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