Category: Angst, Adventure, AU, Slave/Master

Pairings: 1x2, 4x3 (eventually), 5x?

Rating: R (?)

Disclaimer: Standard. You know them all by now so I won't bore you with a repeat.

Warnings: This story does show how a lot of people felt about the owning of slaves, a feeling that was very alive in this country not that long ago, as well as in many civilizations down through the ages. There are some good owners and some bad owners, like in everything. If someone owning another person bothers you, you might not like this fic. But then I'm not forcing anyone to read it. There are also M/M relationships in this fic (I'm very much a 1x2/3x4 fan.) so if boys being together (and I do mean together) bothers you don't read.

Golden Lights Part Nine

By SilverLady

Trowa looked up as Quatre walked slowly into the room. It had been a week since the doctor had given the small blonde permission to start doing light work.

Trowa frowned. There was an air of depression around the boy that hadn't lifted, even after being allowed out of bed. He had tried to get the boy interested in something, but nothing seemed to work.

"You wanted to see me, Master?" Quatre's voice was flat and dull, as if it was an effort just to form the words.

Trowa had discussed Quatre's condition with the doctor and had been assured that it was nothing. That it would just take some time for him to recover from his injury and fever.

"I need you to go ask Heero to come here as soon as he has the chance."

"Yes, Master." Quatre turned and headed out of the room.

"Quatre."

"Yes, Master?"

"Is there something wrong?"

Quatre looked back at Trowa with a strange look in his eyes. "No, Master. Why would there be anything wrong, Master?"

Trowa winced at the words. Quatre had started ending every sentence he said to Trowa with the word Master. "You seem tired today."

"It's nothing, Master."

Trowa sighed. He knew he would get no more answer than that. "Very well. You may go."

"Yes, Master." Quatre opened the door and left the room.

Trowa sighed again. He needed to come up with something to make things better for Quatre. He wasn't exactly sure why he felt this way, but he did.

*****

Quatre walked slowly down the hall. Though his chest still hurt and sometimes he felt short of breath, neither was the reason for his slow pace. He felt as if some great weight was pressing down on him and it was an effort just to move. He often thought about curling up in a corner somewhere and letting the world pass him by, but that option didn't seem to be working. He had even been denied the release of death.

When he reached the door that led into Heero's quarters, he paused for a moment. He could have sworn he had heard a low moan coming from inside the room.

He frowned. What could Heero be doing that would make him moan?

Reaching out he knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in." Heero's voice was rough and hoarse, as if he'd been breathing heavily. Quatre heard Duo giggle slightly.

Quatre opened the door and walked in on a sight that stunned him. Heero and Duo were sprawled on the floor, completely naked. That in itself was a shock to the small blonde, but what they were obviously doing was even more shocking.

Duo was lying on his back under Heero, his legs wrapped tightly around Heero's waist. He had his head thrown back and his hair was loose and flowing around him. There was a sheen of sweat that covered his body and made him seem to glow softly.

Heero was equally as sweaty as he arched over the long-haired boy beneath him. His hair was more mussed that usual as it hung down into eyes, half lidded with emotion. There were long red marks down his back where Duo's nails had scratched him.  Quatre couldn't tell for certain, but it seemed that he had his cock buried to the hilt inside Duo's body.

Duo moaned slightly and rubbed his very obvious erection against Heero's belly, trying to get him moving again.

Heero shifted slightly, causing Duo to arch up and moan again. "Did you want something?"

Quatre could only stare in surprise. I didn't know Duo's hair was so long, was the only thought that ran through his mind.

"Quatre?"

He blinked. "Yes, sire. Master Trowa wants you to come to his room as soon as you're available." Some how he managed to get the whole sentence out in a normal tone of voice. He was trying desperately to sound as if he saw this kind of thing all the time.

"Not come in his room," Duo muttered under his breath, moving his hips to try and get some friction. He'd been so damned close before they'd been interrupted.

Heero thrust more deeply into Duo. "Hush," he admonished. He looked back at the stunned blonde. "Tell Trowa I'll be there shortly."

"Yes, sire." Turning Quatre practically bolted from the room

Duo laughed brightly, a laugh that turned into a moan as Heero began to move again. "Sure surprised him," he gasped. "Oh, yes, Heero. A little harder."

Heero smiled slightly, but obeyed his partner's wishes. "A bit innocent, isn't he?"

"Oh, yeah." Duo gasped, arching his back.

Heero smirked slightly, enjoying how responsive Duo was. Closing his eyes, he let feelings he rarely let free wash over him.

Duo wrapped himself tighter around Heero as he felt him begin to move harder and faster inside him. An act that had once been pure torture for him was now something he enjoyed doing, but only with the silent boy above him. He'd never though he could feel this way about anyone.

"Oh, Heero," he moaned as the pressure built inside him. Tossing his head restlessly from side to side, he urged Heero on, his incoherent moans filling the room.

Heero nuzzled his face into Duo's neck, loving the sounds of passion he was making. Duo's response to him never failed to amaze him. It was so wild and free, like the boy himself.

Duo let out a long moan that turned into a scream as a wave of pure pleasure poured through him. Arching his back one last time, he screamed again as his body exploded.

Heero gasped and threw back his head as he felt Duo's climax. The grip of Duo's body on him grew tighter as wave after wave rocked the boy. Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, Heero allowed his own climax to take him.

Hard tremors continued to shake Duo's body as he felt Heero surge into him one last time. He moaned weakly as he felt Heero fill his body with his essence.

With a soft gasp, Heero collapsed on top of him. It was a weight he bore gladly. Heero's body was trembling with the force of his release as he buried his face in Duo's neck. Duo wrapped himself even more tightly around the body weighing down on him, relishing the feel of Heero around him and inside him.

For several minutes they simply lay there, enjoying the feeling of closeness. Finally Heero began to stir, withdrawing carefully from Duo's body.

Duo moaned in disappointment as he felt Heero leave him. "Don't go," he whispered.

Heero placed a gentle kiss on Duo's forehead. It was a common plea for the long-haired boy to utter and Heero understood the full meaning behind those two softly whispered words. He felt the same way.

"Trowa wants to talk to me."

Duo frowned as he looked up at Heero. "He can wait."

Heero laughed softly, a sound that filled Duo with wonder every time he heard it. He still couldn't believe that two people with such scarred souls could find contentment and pleasure in each other. "I won't be long."

Duo rubbed himself against Heero's groin, enjoying the feeling of Heero's body stirring back to life. "Just long enough."

Heero smirked as he rose gracefully to his feet. Looking down at the fey beauty, he shook his head. "You are a little minx," he commented, extending his hand to help Duo to his feet.

Duo rose reluctantly. Wrapping his arms around Heero's waist he smiled up and him. "But I'm you're little minx."

Heero placed a kiss on the tip of Duo's nose. "Forever," he whispered.

Duo sighed and rested his head against Heero's chest. There was no doubt in his mind that he would remain with Heero until death parted them. And even that wouldn't keep them separated for long.

Heero pulled slowly away. Turning he walked over to the sofa where he had discarded his clothes earlier. "I wonder what Trowa could want."

Duo admired the view for a minute. "Who knows what's going on inside that boy's mind."

Heero sighed as he pulled on his pants. "I think this problem with Quatre is weighting heavily on him."

Duo pouted in disappointment as the view he'd been enjoying was hidden once more. "I think the boy just needs to get a clue. It's not such a bad life."

Heero turned and walked back over to Duo. "With the right person."

Duo looked up at Heero and smiled. "Of course."

Heero brushed his hand through Duo's hair. "You'd best braid your hair. Then join me in Trowa's room."

Duo bowed slightly. "Yes, master," he answered, a hint of teasing in his voice.

"And don't you forget it." Heero pulled Duo fiercely to him, pressing his lips firmly against the other boy's mouth.

Duo groaned and pressed himself against Heero. He could feel the blood surging hotly through him again.

Heero pulled away and headed for the door. "Don't be long," he threw back over his shoulder as he walked out of the room.

Duo stood still, a stunned look on his face. "Bastard," he finally whispered, moving to get his own clothes. He frowned. First he'd need to clean up though.

*****

Trowa walked slowly down the hall. The doctor had finally decided that something more serious was need to help Quatre and had made a suggestion that he felt might do the boy some good. Trowa was seriously considering it, but he needed to talk to Felix before he could make a final decision.

"I told you not to put those plants there. They are supposed to be in the other dining room. If you can't pay attention to your work, I'll replace you with someone who will. I'm sure there are plenty of people who would love to work in the main house."

Trowa walked around the corner to find a rather small man glaring angrily at another man, one with a rather large plant in his arms.

"Felix?"

The small man turned around. He was about fifty years old, with dark brown hair streaked liberally with gray. There were fine wrinkles around his eyes where he squinted when he was angry. He ruled the house with an iron fist, and was often angry at someone.

"Yes, Lord Trowa?"

"If you have the time I need to talk to you for a few minutes."

Felix nodded. "Of course, Lord." He turned to the other man. "Take that plant and all the others and put them where they belong. Immediately."

"Yessss, sir." The man cowered under the steely glare.

Trowa smiled. Felix was one of the few people that could actually glare down Heero.

Felix watched the slave leave. "Why don't you come back to my office? It will be more private."

Trowa nodded. "Sounds fine. This shouldn't take long."

Felix smiled at Trowa. "I keep telling you, take all the time you want. My job is to serve you."

"I know. But I've known you for what seems like forever. It doesn't feel right to be ordering you around."

Felix shook his head as he walked down the hall. "It has been forever, for you. I remember the look on your father's face when you were born. He was very proud of you."

"Of course. He had his son and heir."

Felix looked back at Trowa. "Believe it or not, he was proud of you. He was always bragging about you to his compatriots. He just had a hard time telling you that."

Trowa looked down for a moment. "I wish he had said it to me, just once. I never felt as if I lived up to his expectations."

Felix opened the door to his office and indicated that Trowa should enter first. "He would have been heartbroken to see what that accident did to you. And I don't mean physically, either."

Trowa blinked in surprise as he entered the room and sat down in one of the few uncluttered chairs. "I don't know what you mean."

"Think about it. I'm sure you will figure it out." Felix walked around the desk and sat down in his chair. "Now, what can I do for you?"

"The doctor suggested I take a trip and get away from the city for awhile. I was wondering if you would be able to handle things in my absence or would it cause too much trouble."

Felix looked at Trowa for a minute. "How soon can you be packed?"

Trowa blinked at him in surprise. He'd expected a lecture on responsibility.

Felix leaned back in his chair. "I am here so that you can do just that. Take as long as you want and enjoy yourself." He looked Trowa over carefully. "It's not you that the doctor thinks should get away from the city. It's that pretty little slave of yours."

Trowa sighed. "I never could get anything past you. Yes, it's Quatre. The doctor thinks the environment is hurting his health." And hopefully the change of scenery will help his mental state as well.

"Being stabbed doesn't help."

Trowa wasn't surprised that Felix had heard. The story that had gotten around was that Quatre had been hurt protecting Trowa from an attacker. Trowa hadn't disputed the story. "True."

Felix nodded. "How long were you planning on being gone?"

"I really hadn't decided. I was figuring on just leaving that open."

"Very well. I can keep things going around here just fine."

Trowa nodded. "Thank you."

"No need to thank me. It's my job."

"I still thank you. For everything. I haven't told you often enough how much I appreciate your support and help. I don't think I would have made it though my father's death without you."

"You are a lot stronger than you think. I'm just glad we didn't lose you both." There was a slight sheen in the older man's eyes that Trowa chose to ignore.

Trowa rose to his feet. "Could you start making arrangements for the things we'll need?"

Felix nodded. "Of course. How soon do you want to leave?"

An image of the listless blonde rose in Trowa's mind. "As soon as possible."

"I can have everything ready in four days."

"That would be fine." He smiled slightly. "It will give Duo enough time to get a decent wardrobe together." He was always amazed at how..... particular Duo was about his clothes. He was worse about his hair, though.

"Is Heero going to accompany you?"

"Yes."

Felix nodded, not at all surprised. The two did a great many things together; two wounded souls helping each other make it through. He was glad that Heero had found a soul mate in Duo and hoped that Trowa would one day find the same thing. The way he was acting about this little blonde slave of his made Felix hope that maybe he already had.

"Any one else?"

Trowa shrugged. "Not that I know of, but I'll let you know. I don't want to drag a whole lot of people along. I want to leave all of that here."

Felix nodded. "Might I suggest that young man, Wufei. He would be an excellent traveling companion. In my opinion, only."

"I value that opinion. I'll ask him if he's interested and let you know."

Felix bowed his head slightly. "Of course.

Trowa looked at the older man for a moment. "Thank you," he said again.

"My pleasure."

A ghost of a smile crossed Trowa's face before he turned to leave.

Felix watched the boy go. "I hope you find what you are looking for. I think the road ahead will be full of twists and someone to be with you will make it smoother."