In this fun and lively Arabian tale told by Quatre everyone is a prince. In the time honored tradition of 'A Thousand and One Arabian Nights,' the Prince Trowa and Prince Quatre spend a night regally the tale of Princes Zechs, Heero, Duo and Wufei. Prince Zechs is the baddie but he's still oh so good. Rated M to be on the safe side.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. Other more talented people do and they would never want them to be in such pathetic tales. Please don't sue me. This is just a fan fiction written in the spirit of fun not profit.
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Quatre Tales
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The Prologue
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The King Treize Kushranda and his young cousin Prince Trowa were visiting one of the desert land's lords who dwelled in the outer provinces hundreds of miles east of their homeland.
They had journeyed across the mountains that separated the coastal kingdoms from the grassy planes of the middle lands. Their small company used the mountain passes that were accessible only during the summer and late fall. It was early summer and King Treize hoped to head back before the fall with his nephew's fate secured away. He had only one living heir and that was a daughter. He didn't want anyone to contest his child's bid for the throne for a male heir was always preferred.
"I find this place to be rather boring, Prince Trowa," Trieze informed the young prince. "If it was not for your upcoming betrothal we would be home by now," he continued.
An arrangement had been made to marry the young prince to the one of the Shah's 29 daughters. Prince Trowa was there to choose his bride. Under normal circumstances King Trieze could have made the arrangement without Trowa's consent but Trowa wasn't a bad child just an unwanted one. So Trieze allowed Trowa to choose his own bride to appease the young man.
"Why would this ruler want a son-in-law in so distant a land," Trowa asked his cousin.
"Rumor has it that the man is addled and does not want anyone to challenge him for his throne. So all his daughters are to be married to distant countries or not at all. They say he has even imprisoned his one and only son. The woman who dared to give him a son died that same night," Trieze told the prince aghast since their culture revolved around having a male heir.
Prince Trowa was not foolish enough to think that this was no ordinary arrangement. If he married this outsider all their children could never ascend to the throne thus eliminating him as a threat also. The Shah and his cousin were not so different.
They approached a sea of tents the shah's tent was the largest and occupied the center of the encampment. Several servants came out to assist them. As they were shown in the shah himself was seated in the middle of the tent surrounded by pillows. Even seated he was a large man and fair for the desert folk. This spoke of foreign bloodlines, which was probably a source of animosity among his followers.
King Trieze was arranged to sit next to the Shah and Trowa across from both of them. There was a thirty foot space between the two and him self. The reason for this became apparent for after their exchange of pleasantries and their meal the shah clapped his hands and called for his daughters to present them selves.
Out came a flood of pretty young fair woman each with the similar golden coloring of their father. They spun and danced and prostrated their lean fair bodies in front of Trowa. The oldest was still within childbearing age but not by much. The youngest was around his age.
Trowa watched them passively he was not really interested in any particular woman and especially not these strangers. His eyes kept straying to the servant seated near the shah who personally served the man. The young male servant was also fair in coloring and had a sad and serene air about him.
In the lands he came from a catamite was an acceptable companion to a man of his station but here it was shunned and spurned. Trowa tried to pretend interest in the woman but the long trip had exhausted him.
After all the young ladies had presented themselves Trowa was still at a loss on which to pick. He looked over to see that his cousin's eyes had glazed over. He knew that his cousin was doing more than many leaders would but still he was hurt.
"Well my young lord," the shah asked.
Trowa sat there dazed for a moment before he realized that the desert lord had addressed him. He looked at the man was caught a silent message pass between him and his cousin. Embarrassed Trowa yawned to cover his lapse.
"I must be fatigue my lords because I just can't seem to decided," Trowa told the two older men, his eyes lingering on the young man next to the Shah.
The shah was hoping to be rid of one of his daughters but the way the young man showed such a lack of interest made him doubtful. Then he noticed how the man watched his young son. Could it be he was one of those foreigners that preferred men?
Suddenly the shah was inspired with a great idea, a way that he could rid himself of his son without killing the boy. He would give him to the young prince as a companion for the night and hope that he had guessed right and that the young man was more interested in his son. The people of the desert would never accept a leader soiled in such a way and they would demand that he either be killed or banished.
"Oh that is understandable please forgive me for not offering you a night's rest first," the shah stated to the young prince. He dismissed his daughters and quickly called over the servants to prepare tents for the visitors.
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Trowa was given a tent all to himself. There was a heavy rug placed on the ground and pillows surrounding a pallet for sleeping. The servants help ready him and left one brazier burning. As soon as they were gone Trowa got another visitor. The shah appeared with the young servant by his side.
"Since this your first night in the desert I have come to offer you some companionship. This young man's name is Quatre. He is here to please you do with him as you wish, anything your heart desires," the shah said pushing the young man into the tent and leaving.
Quatre's father had told him that he was going to be given to the young prince as a companion while he was visiting so the young man would have company. Quatre was honored to comply and was only mildly curious as to why he needed to bathed and oiled.
The young prince was close to his own age and Quatre found that he was very interested in meeting him but that was before. After hearing his father and seeing the way the young man looked at him Quatre knew that this was no honor. His father meant to shame him.
"Quatre come and sit by me," said the young prince. Quatre walked over and sat down in the indicated place.
"How old are you," Trowa asked.
"Nineteen," Quatre stated
"Really, I am nineteen too but you look much younger and your voice is very soft," Trowa said his eyes trailing over the young man's body. "How long have you been with the shah's household?"
"All my life," Quatre said.
He was taught never to tell anyone who he really was. It was done as a way to keep him safe. As his father's only son there were many who would capture him or worse.
"I must say I am glad that you were given to me. I find that I have a hard time sleeping in such big open spaces. Where I came from there are always walls of thick stone and even our tents are thicker and made more like a house," Trowa told him. He had been mostly speaking to himself.
Quatre started to relax thinking that he must be wrong in assuming his father's intentions were nefarious. The young man did seem lonely and tense. Quatre was starting to relax when the foreign prince leaned close.
"What is that smell?" Trowa said leaning over and smelling the young servant.
"It is from the bath oils, " Quatre laughed but stopped suddenly when he found himself pinned down on the pallet by the young prince's slim and firm body. He could feel his weight pressing unrelentingly against him.
"What is so amusing?" Trowa asked not happy the servant was laughing at him.
Quatre looked up and noticed the foreigner's eyes were far from amused. In fact, they had a deadness to them that sent a chill up his spine. Actually, he could only see one dark green eye because the other was hidden behind the reddish brown bangs that fell across the young prince's face.
"It's just that I have never been with…. alone with a man my own age and I guess I was a little nervous," Quatre explained. His heart was practically in his throat.
The Prince's eyes soon changed from dead to lustful and Quatre realized his worst fears as the he slowly stretched out against him. Without his guards he was helpless against such a strong and larger adversary. His father had forbade him military training of any kind. He said it was to keep him safe but Quatre knew it was done so that he was helpless.
"Don't worry, I'll not rush things," Trowa whispered against the servants lips as he gave him a chastised kiss. The smaller man gasped in surprised and Trowa took advantage deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue into his mouth and tasting him.
Quatre was so stunned he just laid there beneath him and let him. No one before had ever kissed him and he found the whole experience surprisingly pleasant, very pleasant. If fact he actually found himself opening up to the kissing and tentatively reached out with his own tongue to entwine with the prince's.
Trowa realized quickly that the young man was not being coy and was truly inexperience but when he felt his response he couldn't suppress a moan and he pressed his burgeoning erection into him.
Quatre was enjoying the kissing but got a jolt of realty when be felt and urgent need of the young prince pressing into him. He pushed against him in an attempt to slip away. The prince was too heavy.
"Please, I'm not ready," Quatre said breaking the kiss and turning his head away.
Trowa didn't answer but let a hand trail down Quatre's body to caress him. After a few tentative touches the young man's body started to response. A moan escaped his lips and he arched into his hand.
Quatre's breath caught but he managed to choke out, "please it is not that I am adverse to you, it is just that by my people standards you will shame me if you continue." He pleaded.
"Your shah gave you to me to do with as I please, so it must be acceptable," Trowa said after a moment's pause. "Besides you have been a servant to him all your life so you must have some experience. So either you please me or displease me and suffer a different type of shame."
"No I can't," Quatre said quietly
"You're body tells me a different tale," Trowa said giving Quatre's body another series of caresses.
"No, we mustn't," Quatre cried pushing at the prince finally managing to slide from underneath him.
"Then leave," Trowa snapped.
He and followed the words by grabbing the smaller man and dragging him to his feet. He started walking towards the tent's entrance. He was fit to be tied no servant had dared deny him before.
"Please Prince Trowa don't throw me out. I am sure there is something else I could do to please you," Quatre begged digging in his heels trying to slow Trowa down.
Trowa wasn't listening. He continued to drag him to the entranced of the tent. He had to admit that he must have been truly more tired than he thought since he normally wasn't this sensitive.
"Please I'll allow you to steal all the kisses you want. They were very nice," Quatre beseeched.
"Allow me to steal kisses. I'm not some thief I'm a prince. You don't seem to know the difference," Trowa said angrily.
"Of course I know the difference, I know many princes...and thieves," Quatre added at Trowa's look of disbelief.
"Oh, you know many princes name one," Trowa challenged.
"Well there's Prince Heero and Prince Zechs," Quatre told him.
Trowa recognized both names and again gave the servant another quick assessment. Could he really know both princes and in what way? In fact both princes were know for the very attractive companions they possess. There was also a long-standing animosity between the two but it is not known why. Trowa had long suspected it had something to do with a bad betrothal between Prince Heero and Princess Relena, Prince Zech's sister. Was there another reason?
"Thieves I can believe but you actually know both princes how and in what capacity?" Trowa asked.
His eyes narrowed in suspicion. He found that the thought that either men having possessed this beauty made him very angry. Tightening his grip on Quatre's arm he gave the treacherous servant a little shake.
"I do know them and I know why they are always fighting. Well at least why Prince Zechs is always challenging Prince Heero," Quatre told Trowa.
"Why are they always fighting?" Trowa asked stressing the second word.
"Well it's because of a thief name Duo," Quatre said seeing he was getting a captive audience.
"What could one simple thief do?" Trowa asked skeptically.
"Well, Duo is not one simple thief, he is known as the prince of thieves," Quatre said theatrically
Trowa just gave him a blanked look so Quatre added softly.
"And because of the dragon."
"The what?" Trowa asked sure that he misunderstood
"The dragon, you have heard of them," Quatre said quietly.
"Yes but they don't exist," Trowa argued.
"Oh, they do but that's something that happens further along in the story," Quatre said secretly.
"How do you know all this?" Trowa asked.
"Well that's also part of the story. Do you want to hear it?" Quatre said indicating they should sit down.
Trowa was very curious. He released the servant to join him on the sleeping pallet. Quatre was thrilled he had managed to keep the prince from throwing him out. Now all he had to do was give him a good tale and not his own.
-tbc