19-July-2003
Sandrock's Prince
A Gundam Wing Fanfiction
By Andrea Readwolf <andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com>
Part 3
Pairings: 4xR + 6x1x5x2
Warnings: Sex, harems, slavery, and things I'm really not knowing of and
hence, flying by the seat of my pants for. ^____^ Yaoi & Het, sorry, no Yuri
Disclaimer: Do you really think I own GW? Really! If I did, there'd be a
lot more hentai out there!
Notes: Some people asked if there would be more of this Lemonade Stand ficcie, so now there is.
Heero was nervous. Sure he knew what to expect this coming night; sure he knew what was expected of *him*, but Heero was worried he wouldn't be able to perform satisfactorily. He had spent the entire afternoon with Meiran and Duo, and when she woke up from her nap, Hilde. The three of them had filled Heero in on a lot more happenings in the harem than Wufei had.
For instance, Heero learned that he was the sixtieth male to enter Sandrock's Prince's harem. In comparison to the men, there were only ten females: two who had successfully provided the prince with daughters, and were now pregnant again; two who the prince considered too young to be mated; five who had conceived but, for some reason or another, did not provide the prince with any sons or daughters; and one, who hadn't even conceived yet.
This last one was Relena, and from what the others said about her, it seemed as if everyone in the harem hated the woman, including her brother, who everyone called Zechs except Relena, who addressed him only as Milliardo at all times.
As his companions entertained and informed Heero, the afternoon wore on until a bell chimed throughout the palace. Several people emerged from the bushes again, filing out of the harem through the door Wufei had brought Heero through earlier. Meiran, Hilde, and Duo stayed put, he noticed.
"It's time for the evening meal," Meiran explained calmly.
"Yeah, the D'Lar doesn't like looking at woman 'in the family way,' so we're banned from the Great Hall," Hilde added, a very displeasing tone in her voice.
"A lot of people don't bother with the Great Hall," Duo continued. "Most will join Master Quatre in the Little Hall, if he's eating there, but otherwise, we stay here. In a little bit, I'll take a couple of people to the kitchens and bring back food for the rest of us. Oiya! Hakkai, you're going?" he called out to a dark-haired, bespectacled man, who smiled and waved as he exited the harem. "Shoot. Hey, Heero, wanna help out?"
He didn't remember saying yes, but about ten minutes later, Heero found himself following Duo to the kitchens in the company of about ten other men. It didn't take them long to return to, burdened with the evening meal, but Heero found it difficult to eat with the others as his mind lingered on the coming evening.
To his shock, someone kissed him, and a tongue entered his mouth, along with a piece of honeyed apricot.
"Eat," Duo commanded when he withdrew. "You'll need you energy for tonight. Relena's always a tough breeding."
"You've done it before?" Heero asked, curiosity overriding his nerves as he chews on the apricot.
"I think everyone here has tried to help her," Duo grumbled. "Not that Zechs minds, of course. He just loves screwing people, you see." And then Duo grinned. "Maybe when this is over, you and me can put on a private show?"
Just then another bell chimed and Relena emerged from the back room, donned in a sheer robe.
"Hey, get going," Duo shoved Heero's arm. "That's your cue to have fun."
On unsteady legs, Heero followed Relena into Master Quatre's room, falling to his knees beside her and waiting for whatever was to come. They didn't have long to wait before the door opened again and three people walked in: Master Quatre, Zechs, and Wufei.
"Heero, come here," Quatre demanded softly, making it sound more like a request than an order. Heero stood from where he had been kneeling and stood before the blond prince, not looking at him. Soft fingers caressed his face, forcing him to look up however, and Heero saw the annoyance for the act about to be committed and his... love?
"I am sorry we should need to waste our time on such a duty when we were only beginning to get to know each other," Quatre said, feathering kisses over Heero's cheeks and chin. "I do hope you will forgive me?"
"Master," the dark haired boy breathed, reaching up to bury his hands unconsciously into the silky golden hair as the man's lips attacked Heero's throat. "Please..." And a tongue attacked his mouth.
Somebody moved behind Heero, pressing into his back; hands were touching him--too many to be just Quatre's. Someone's hands were teasing his nipples. Someone's cock was digging into his ass insistently. Someone's hands were folding his cock, while someone else's cock dug into his thigh. Heero was moaning under all the attention.
Teeth nibbled his shoulder as the body in front of him moved away. "You will enjoy this, Heero," Quatre's voice said from several feet away, and through his haze, Heero realized it had been Quatre who had moved away from me. "If for no other reason than knowing you are bringing me joy by watching you."
The fingers on his chest tweaked the sorely abused pierced nipple as the other hand's fingers fiddled inside Heero's pants to torment his engorged erection. Heero cried out and arched back against the body manipulating his. One glimpse of pale blond hair. Zechs. And then lips were attacking his neck, sucking hungrily; a knee pressed between his thighs, effectively spreading his legs and rubbing against his ass promisingly all at once.
"Relena," Quatre was saying. "Undress me."
Heero was too lost in his own cloud of desire to watch, but from the sounds of cloth dropping to the floor, he figured she was obeying their master. And then Quatre spoke again.
"Look," he commanded. "Look, Relena. See how masterfully your brother commands my new pet. Yes, I see you. You desire him, too, but you may not taste him. He belongs to me, and for tonight, your brother. You may look, but you may not touch."
Heero felt the cloth against his skin being removed, and naked hands caressed his flesh. "Before this night is over," Zechs whispered hoarsely in Heero's ear, "my seed will have claimed you."
The dark haired boy whimpered as the tall blond man continued to manhandle his weeping penis. Hands, hips, and thighs guided him towards the large bed, and Heero fell against the covers, eager to be away from the other man's touch, but it followed, wrecking havoc across Heero's body.
The bed dipped again, and Quatre and Relena fell onto the bed next to Heero and Zechs. Heero could hear their heavy breathing and a moan. A hand coaxed Heero's legs around Zechs's waist as the man's engorged erection thrust against his own erection, demandingly. A tongue swept into his mouth claiming Heero.
Heero shut his eyes and kept them closed. He didn't want to see his master and the woman; he didn't want to see the man above him; he wanted to pretend in was Quatre who was touching him.... and then another vision crept into his mind's eye. Long hair, plaited; blue eyes; lithe body; parted lips crashing against his in a hungry kiss.
"Master..." a voice moaned. "Please... May I, Master?"
"Oh, gods, yes," Quatre groaned.
New hands touched Heero, silky hair brushed against his cheek as Wufei leaned over him to drink from his lips. "Beautiful," the ebony-haired boy whispered, trailing kisses over his cheek and down his chest.
Someone's hands pinched Heero's penis, slathering something cool and slippery over him before something else slipped around him. Hearing Wufei's moan, Heero had a good idea who was riding him. Hands clasped Heero's shoulders as Wufei began moving up and down over Heero's cock, fucking himself. Heero braved a second to peek at the other boy, but found himself staring.
Wufei, his dark hair loose, and falling over his shoulders; Zechs, leaning forward and sucking on Wufei's throat as he thrust into Heero, his long blond hair flying every which way...
"Well, damn! Who decided to throw a party and not invite me?"
There, standing just inside the doorway leading to the harem, stood Duo, long hair loose and falling everywhere. Longer than Zechs's, more unruly than the blond's.... like a living ocean of golden brown sugar framing shoulders, chest, torso, and hips. Heero felt Wufei tighten around his manhood and Zechs surged more enthusiastically into him.
"The more the merrier," someone, Zechs, Heero thought, said.
"Don't mind if I do," the grinning boy replied, but he didn't move. In fact, he stood where he was for a full minute before asking simply, "Master?"
"Yessss," Quatre hissed from behind, and Heero tilted his head back to see the blond prince. Their master looked to be enjoying the view before him more than the act he was currently engaged in. He caught those sea colored eyes briefly before looking away--
And being greeted with the sight of Duo's own sporting erection, close at face--and then it bobbed against his chest, too low for him to take it into his mouth.
"Nah," Duo whispered in his ear as he climbed up onto Heero's chest. "Don't worry, I won't make ya suck it; not tonight anyway..." And then Heero found his mouth full of Duo's tongue.
After only a few minutes, Heero decided he liked Duo's tongue a whole lot more than Zechs's.... and that he was a lot more aroused with the long-haired man moving over him like he was, writhing against Heero's chest and moaning against his lips. It was only when Heero reaching around to cup Duo's ass that he realized Wufei was already taking care of Duo's ass, even as the ebony-haired boy worked Heero's penis.
"You'll come for us, Heero, won't cha? You'll come for our master, come inside 'Fei, and he'll come inside me... mmmm, I know you want to."
Heero did want to. He wanted to come inside Duo, and each thrust he sent through Wufei found its effect with tiny moans and groans from Duo. Zechs was still there, pounding away, and so was Quatre, but Heero wasn't even aware of them anymore. His focus was directed on the longhaired man hovering inches above his face.... Duo kissed him, and against his lips, Heero could feel the other man mouth, 'Come'.
And that was that. With a moan that tore through his chest, Heero emptied his seed into Wufei's bowels, freeing the men around him into their own releases. Duo's cum splattered his and Heero's chests, and Heero could feel more cum dribbling out of his ass, and more trailing down from Wufei...
There was one last low moan that filled the room as the final male in the room gave into his own release, properly mating his wife.
::a side narrative.--8 years before Heero joins the harem::
Quatre, as the prince of the palace of Sandrock, is expected to conceive a son to continue his family's line. The one catch of this happy-let's-carry-on-our-family-line? -- Quatre would rather have fun with the boys than any girl. So his father and Quatre made a deal when the boy was thirteen. Quatre could fill his harem with as many men as he desired, but when it came time to take his wives, he would. But his wedding bride would be paired with one young man offered up as bride, as well.
It wasn't a great compromise, considering Quatre was still expected to sleep with these women, but it was the best hours of arguing could agree upon. After all, it's called a 'compromise'.
Quatre's harem was considerably smaller than his father's, but its contents suited the young prince just fine. It currently consisted of fifty beautiful men and only ten bridal couples: Wufei and his cousin/wife, Meiran; Zechs and his sister, Relena; Trieze and cousin, Dorothy; Sana and her best friend, Akito; Tohru and her guardian, Kyo; Sakura and her brother, Toya; Hikaru and her friend, Lantis; Fuu and her country's prince, Ferio; Umi and the mage, Clef; and then there was Hilde and her cousin Duo.
Duo, who had been Quatre's first love...
Quatre had met Duo one summer morning when the young prince had run away from the palace at the tender age of eleven, when his father had started talking about finding his son a wife. Quatre was sick with his life as the heir, and by stealing one of the servant's son's clothes, made away from the palace out into the grand bazaar that surrounded Sandrock's walls. He spied the long haired boy as Duo casually strolled pasted a fruit stand and, without stopping or pausing, walked away from it with his pockets loaded.
Intrigued, Quatre had followed him down one alley way and through another, before losing him.
"You're out of your element here, kid," a young voice carried down to him, and Quatre looked up in surprise to see the boy he was following hanging from a cloth canopy. Duo tossed down one of the fruits he'd flinched in an easy arch. Quatre caught it easily.
"Do you do that often?" Quatre returned.
Duo shrugged, rolling over and off the canopy. "When it's necessary." He retrieved a knife from under a pant's leg and started pealing his pear. "So, why are you out of the palace, your highness."
"We've met?" Quatre asked surprised. No one else had spotted him, but this child-thief had.
Duo smiled. "Aye. You saved my life about a year back. Old Masti caught me stealing his dried fruits and wanted my life for it. You convinced him to not even take my hand."
"I... I don't remember," Quatre answered softly, his face flushing with embarrassment.
Duo shrugged. "I'm not surprised, to hear it out on the streets, you save a lot of people's hands and lives. People say you're going to be a great ruler."
"But you don't think so." Quatre watched the boy, intrigued.
Again, Duo shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. Hey, I got to get this food back, are you coming or you staying here?"
Quatre frowned. "You're still stealing."
But Duo was already moving. "Yes and no. The food you saw me take was payment for a few errands I ran for Abu, he runs the stand, but people would look down on him if they knew he was helping feed us street rats, so he's arranged it that we 'steal' some of the stuff we need and he has us do little favors for him in their place."
The golden-haired prince followed Duo through the streets and allies, and then into a part of the city that was considered rundown at best. Duo disappeared inside one of these rundown hovels, Quatre on his heels. What he found, however, stopped him cold. It was dark inside the room, but not so dark that the prince couldn't see the children hovering against the walls, curled up together in heaps, half-starved, completely dirty bodies tangled together.
Eyes peered out from everywhere, limbs disentangled, and children popped up from nowhere, crowding around Duo as he pulled out the fruits and knife and began rationing pieces out to the reaching hands. It was over too soon, there just wasn't enough food to go around.
The longhaired boy held his hands up, showing how empty they were. "Sorry, guys. Raul should be back shortly; he'll have some more."
Already the children were returning to their hiding spaces, not angry, just resigned. So many children.... of all different ages. Duo was probably the oldest one here beside prince. Quatre's mind reeled from what he'd just seen.
"Duo came up from behind. "Hey, tell me something, Prince. You ever been kissed?"
He was suddenly alert to how very close Duo's lips were to his.
::end retrospect::
Snuggling up to the longhaired man and the new coffee-haired boy that had recently joined his harem, Quatre smiled, dropping a kiss on Duo's shoulder in thanks for the 'private show' the other had offered after Relena's mating. 'Probably the cause of that memory,' Quatre mused.
The building the street children called home was still there, but in much better repair and with a regular shipment of food influx along with small job opportunities. Quatre had seen to that even before Duo and Hilde had wedded him.
TBC
Andrea Readwolf
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