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.

Additional Warnings: Lemon in this part

Golden Lights Part Forty

By SilverLady

"Heh, heh. That's a couple of lookers you got there."

"How come you got all the luck?"

Quatre cringed at the harsh voices that called out as he and Duo were escorted through the large room. He still wasn't sure what was going on or why they had been brought here. And he was even more confused by Duo's silent resignation to the situation.

Suddenly he was shoved into a small room. "You just stay right here, pretty boy. I'll be back to 'talk' to you in a minute."

As soon as the door to the room was shut Quatre moved over to Duo, who had taken a seat on the small bench that sat against the far wall. "Duo?"

Duo didn't even look up at him, just continued to stare at his hands.

Quatre hoped that he could get Duo talking, but before he could even form a question the door to the room slammed open and two of the men from the park walked in.

The called Jordin leered at the two. "Strip. Now."

Quatre blinked at the order in surprise. What is it with these people? Why in the world do they constantly want to see us naked?

Duo rose silently to his feet and began removing his clothing. Quatre noticed how stiffly Duo was moving, as if he wasn't really aware of what he was doing.

Frowning Quatre began to undress. He really didn't like this, not one bit.

"Well, they ain't carrin no weapons," the other man commented as he looked the two slaves over.

Jordin stepped forward and grabbed Duo's hand. "Where did this blood come from? Taking swings at your owner, boy?"

Duo simply stood there, staring at the ground.

Jordin forced Duo's hand open, then frowned in disappointment at what he found. "Ah hell, ain't nothing but a cut on his hand."

Quatre managed to keep a straight face at the comment. When had Duo had time to cut his hand so that the blood would appear to be his.

The other man shrugged as he looked at Quatre. "Who's your master, slave?"

"Lord Trowa, sir," Quatre replied.

*Crack* "Don't you be lying to me boy. I asked you a question and I expect an answer."

Quatre slowly brought his hand up to his check, which was already turning red from the force of the hit. "I'm not lying. I...."

The man swung out again, this time with enough force to knock Quatre back into the wall. "And don't talk back either."

Quatre looked up at him, but managed to keep from saying anything more. It was becoming obvious that nothing he said would be the right response. Maybe Duo's silence was the better way to go about this.

Jordin smirked. "We'll just go have someone find out if your lying or not, boy. And if you are...." The threat was left unsaid, but Quatre had no doubt as to the man's meaning, "Why don't you holler for someone to go do that, Heril?"

Heril looked at him for a moment. "You remember what the boss said. They catch you fucking one more runaway and it'll be your job."

Jordin leered at the two boys. "Oh don't worry. I ain't gonna fuck them. Got something else in mind. Be just as fun and we won't get in no trouble."

"You sure."

"Sure am. Hurry up."

"Be right back."

Quatre shuddered at the look that the two men exchanged. What was going to happen to him?

*****

It was only a few minutes before Heril returned. "Okay, what you got planned?"

Jordin leered again. "Just wait and see." He turned and looked at Duo. "You, boy, are gonna do what I tell you, if you know what's good for you both. Got it?"

Duo slowly nodded without looking up.

"Good. Give blondie there a kiss. And make it good."

Quatre barely managed to stop his gasp of surprise. He couldn't be serious.

Duo slowly looked up. Then he turned and walked over to Quatre. There was a serious look on his face as he stopped in front of Quatre. "I'm sorry," he mouthed, before leaning in and placing his lips firmly over Quatre's.

Quatre could only gasp in surprise at what was happening.

Duo took advantage of Quatre's shock to slip his tongue into Quatre's mouth, gently exploring the moist cavern as he deepened the kiss.

"Yeah, that's it. Make it a good one. Now give him a blow job."

Quatre barely registered the command. The voice seemed to be coming to him from some distance. Most of his attention was focused on what Duo was doing to his mouth.

Slowly Duo pulled away and ran soft lips across Quatre's chin to his neck. "Just relax and follow my lead," he whispered in Quatre's ear.

"Duo," Quatre whimpered.

"If you wanna get out of here intact you'll play along," Duo hissed as he nuzzled Quatre's neck. "They just wanna a show. If we give them a good one they won't ask for nothing more."

"But Duo," Quatre moaned as he tossed his head back, his knees threatening to buckle at the feelings that were flooding him.

"Trust me." Duo slowly ran his mouth down Quatre's shoulder and across his chest. Breathing softly, he began to suck at Quatre's nipple, causing Quatre to moan louder.

Duo slowly let the pert flesh slide from his mouth, then puffed a soft breath of air across it. He knew that this had to be the performance of a life time, to keep both him and Quatre from getting into serious trouble. He would draw on everything he'd been taught over the years to make Quatre enjoy this and forget why it was happening.

Moving carefully, he nibbled his way down Quatre's stomach, placing gentle kisses along the way. He knew that in a minute the two men watching him would start demanding he pick up the pace, but he was determined to keep it slow for as long as possible.

Quatre gasped and grabbed a hold of Duo's hair when he felt Duo's tongue run across the bottom of his penis. He could only stand there and moan at the strange new feelings that flooded him. Whimpering at the pain/pleasure that arced through him, Quatre began instinctively moving his hips. He was rewarded with new sensations when Duo opened his mouth and let Quatre's erection slide in.

Duo could feel Quatre's shuddering and knew that it wouldn't take much to get the inexperienced boy off.  He simply kept himself still and let Quatre's body do what it wanted to. He just hoped it would be enough for their two spectators.

Quatre's thrusts became more erratic as he struggled with the tide rising in him. He'd never felt like this before and it frightened him. But his body would not be denied and even though his mind had little knowledge about what was happening, his body knew what it wanted. With a choked growl of surprise, Quatre climaxed.

Duo relaxed his throat at the first spasm from Quatre, simply letting the fluid run down into his stomach. He knew that Quatre was not exactly thinking coherently at that moment.

After a minute or so Quatre moaned and sank to his knees. Duo let him slide free and cushioned his collapse.

Dazed blue-green eyes looked at him. "Duo?"

Duo grinned at the blonde. "Enjoy it?" he whispered.

"What?"

"First time, huh?"

"I...."

"That was pretty good," a harsh voice suddenly echoed through the room. "Now how about you two get onto the main event."

Quatre blinked in confusion as Duo cringed.

"You heard me. Start fucking."

Quatre looked at Duo. "He wants us to..." he whispered.

Duo nodded. Damn. I was hoping it would go this far. "It'll be all right. I'll tell you what to do."

"What?"

"You're going to have to...... have sex with me. I'll be bottom. It'll be better that way."

Quatre could only stare at Duo in shock. They couldn't be serious. He couldn't be serious. "But...."

Duo ignored the confusion in Quatre's eyes. This was not the way the blonde should be introduced to sex. He should be with someone he loved, in the private intimacy of their bedroom. Not in front of two horny guards in a small holding cell.

"Just do what I tell you to. It will be all right."

Quatre blinked. "They want us to..... do what you and Heero were doing that one day."

"Yes."

"How?"

"Let me get on my hands and knees. You get behind me and.... first, put your finger in my hole to stretch it out a little. Then put your dick in there and do the same thing that you did to my mouth."

Quatre stared at him. It sounded so.... clinical.

Duo was already moving, sliding his hands across Quatre's body to his penis. With a few deft strokes, he had Quatre stirring back to erectness. "Come on. You can do this."

Quatre swallowed hard as he rose to his knees. He couldn't believe what Duo wanted him to do. Very slowly he reached out with one hand and touched Duo's smooth butt. Blinking, he began running his hand slowly up and down, venturing closer to the center and the hidden entrance with each pass.

Duo twisted his head around to watch what Quatre was doing. He had to admit that the slowly cautious exportation was a turn on, but he knew that the two men wanted fucking, not fondling. "Quatre," he hissed. "Do it."

Quatre shifted so that he was more behind Duo. Reaching forward, he cautiously touched Duo with a trembling finger. "Duo," he whispered.

"Do it. Push it inside me."

Very slowly Quatre applied pressure, watching with a detached sort of fascination as the hole opened and granted his finger access.  

Duo moaned and shoved backwards, forcing the finger deeper into his body. Lowering his head, he shifted forward to let the finger slide back out.

Quatre could only stare as Duo started humping his finger. Was this what he was supposed to be doing? It looked kinda uncomfortable to him, and Duo seemed really tight around his finger. He looked down at his erection. How was he supposed to get that into him without hurting him.

"Another one," Duo gasped, thrusting back. He'd forgotten all about their audience.

Quatre blinked. "What?"

"Another finger. Put in another finger."

Quatre did as he was told, adding a second finger. Duo shoved himself back and took both fingers into his body.  "Spread them apart," he instructed, moaning as he felt Quatre obey. It was still gonna be a tight fit, but.... "Now take them out and put your dick in their place."

"Are you sure?"

"Just do it."

Quatre reluctantly pulled his fingers free, spreading them as far apart as he could while doing so. He didn't want to hurt Duo, but didn't know how to make it easier. Certainly there was a way to make it smoother. He looked down at himself and frowned a little. Maybe if he spread some of the fluid weeping from his dick onto himself and Duo that would help a little.

Duo gasped when he felt Quatre's fingers return, this time with something on them. Suddenly he realized what Quatre was trying to do. He closed his eyes at the feel of Quatre trying to make things better. "Do it," he hissed. "Please, Quatre. Just do it."

Quatre sighed in resignation as he drew himself close to Duo. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"No," Duo sighed. "I am."

With a soft whimper Quatre pressed forward, feeling Duo slowly open to him. After a moment Duo surged backwards, taking all of Quatre into himself. Quatre gasped at the tight heat that suddenly engulfed his erection. He'd never felt anything like this. Even Duo's talented mouth paled in comparison to the tight cavern that now held him. With a groan he leaned forward across Duo's back, nuzzling at Duo's neck.

Duo sighed when he felt Quatre enter him. It wasn't really that bad. It wasn't Heero, but it wasn't like the others had been. "Move Quatre."

"Huh?"

"Thrust. Pull out and then push back in. Fuck me."

Quatre groaned at Duo's last words but his body obeyed. Gasping for air he began to move, thrusting into the tight heat before drawing out again. Within moments he was pushing franticly, racing toward a peak that seemed just out of reach.

"Duo."

"Grab me."

"What?"

"Wrap your hands around my dick," Duo gasped. He moaned when Quatre did what he told him to. Closing his eyes, Duo began thrusting into the tight grip. He knew it wouldn't take much to get him off, not the way Quatre was hitting that spot inside him with every thrust.

"Oh, god," he gasped. "Quatre now. Do it. Come in me. Oh, god, I'm gonna....." With a soft wail, Duo's body spasmed as he shot thick ropes of fluid into Quatre's hands and onto the floor beneath him.

Quatre moaned when Duo's body suddenly tightened around him. With a cry of surprise he toppled over the edge, his body shaking as he exploded deep within the confines of Duo's body. "Oh, Great One," he moaned as he collapsed over Duo.

Duo sighed as he left Quatre's weight carry him to the ground. I'm sorry Heero. Trowa. I had to.

Quatre pressed his face against Duo's neck, inhaling the deep musk of Duo and trying to calm his trembling body. If this was what sex was like with a friend, he didn't even want to think of what it would be like with someone he was in love with. He now fully understood what Duo had meant. Slowly he closed his eyes, feeling Duo's shaking form beneath him. "I'm sorry Duo."

"No, I am. It was my fault." Duo sighed and was still.

Quatre felt Duo growing still beneath him. With a sigh Quatre let his mind drift away, ignoring the men in the room. If they want anything else, they'll just have to wait.