27-Feb-2004
Sandrock's Prince
A Gundam Wing Fanfiction
By Andrea Readwolf <andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com>
Part 4
Pairings: A little 4+1, some 2+1, basically 4x Who Ever You Want. A lot of sex without details so just image your favorite boys getting it on. ^___^
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 discovered he adjusted to life in the harem with ease. The only real responsibility he had was to attend Quatre whenever the blond prince wished Heero's company; but the dark-haired boy quickly found other things to occupy his time.
He helped Duo everyday bring the morning and evening meals to the harem--in fact, Heero even started helping out in the kitchens. Heero also helped Toya and Akito water the plants daily, weeding and trimming where necessary. He helped keep Quatre's rooms clean and tidy, as well.
But the best part of harem life was the sex. Sex was a very good thing.
Sex in the morning; sex in the evening; sex in the afternoon, and sex at night. Giving, taking, seeing, hearing--sex was all over the harem.
There were many established couples, and some of those couples contained more than two people. There were a few floaters, like Zechs, who went to whoever would put out. But wherever Heero went, he realized the harem was a place for the boys to have fun.
One night, when the air began to cool, Meiran left the harem with Hilde and Dorothy to have her baby. Mostly, the men in the harem paid no notice, but a few did, coming up to Wufei and wishing him luck, telling him everything would be okay, that Meiran had already done this once before and knew what she was doing. Still, Wufei did not sleep, and Heero and Duo stayed up with him.
The next morning it was over. Word came back to them with and exhausted Hilde as the messenger. Meiran had her healthy baby girl. "Master Quatre named her Laila."
And, indeed, it was a fitting name for the girl-child shared her mother's coloring. Deep onyx eyes were offset only by the tiny flecks of blue near the iris. Ebony crowned her head. But she bore her father's face: shape of eyes, nose, lips... those were solely Quatre's. Which was easy to notice since the blond man was more often than not in the harem with his daughters.
"You know, for a fairy, you sure manage to surround yourself with pretty girls, Quatre," Duo remarked one day when Hilde neared the end of her own pregnancy. "But don't worry. Baby here will change your streak."
The prince just stuck his tongue out at the braided-haired man and Hilde laughed, saying, "Oh, no, you better start picking out girl names again!"
"Hey! I want a boy!" Duo argued.
"My dear Duo. Look forward to a girl," Meiran told him, "and then there is no room for disappointment. And if it is a boy, every room for delighted surprise."
Quatre started listing possible names for his soon to be new daughter that night. A fortnight later, when Hilde delivered her baby, Quatre named the child Sabina.
The next event for the harem was an unhappy, yet somewhat joyous happening. The D'Lar, their prince's father, was murdered by one of his harem. The palace guards had heard the woman screaming---even the members of Quatre's harem had heard the screaming, and they were on the opposite side of the D'Lar's garden. When they had arrived, four women were trying to restrain the one who was covered in blood, a piece of glass from a vase embedded in her fist.
The woman was shot, but her death could not erase their prince's. loss Everyone knew Quatre and his father disagreed more than they ever agreed, but no one could doubt the prince's love for his father. Now that father was gone, and Quatre was left in a state of shocked mourning. The members of his harem tried to cheer him, raise him from his funk--even those members who refused to acknowledge their existence in the harem tried to cheer their prince.
"You must take up your father's seat, my lord," Heero heard Clef talking to their prince when he brought some food for Quatre, hoping to coax the man to eat something if not everything. He set the tray down next to Quatre's desk, and kneeled beside it, waiting for the blond to acknowledge him.
A gentle hand danced through his hair. "Heero, please, take it away. I have no desire to eat at this moment."
"Master," Heero looked up with beseeching eyes. And then, he daringly tried something Duo had once done to him, taking a piece of fruit into his mouth and then kissing Quatre, forcing the fruit into Quatre's mouth.
Quatre's resistance did not last long, and when Heero drew back his look was nervous yet hopeful. "Some then," Quatre sighed. "But I do not have the stomach for it all."
Or at least he had thought he didn't seeing as how Heero returned to the kitchens with an empty tray. Quatre had also agreed to the priest's insistence. The palace and city alike prepared for their prince's coronation as the new D'Lar.
It was done with seeming haste and elegance. Quatre sat in his father's chair, in his father's entertaining room, with his father's crown upon his brow before the week's end. He sat there, struggling to come to grips with his new position--a position he had not expected to fulfill for a great many years to come. And then, slowly, he sank into his chair, tilted his crown back, and surveyed his entertaining room. His concubines, those that cared to leave the harem, sat interspersed amongst his other servants. Meiran and Hilde sat closest to him, Wufei, Duo, and Heero with them, playing with Quatre's four daughters.
And Quatre breathed.... and relaxed, feeling like he was opening his eyes for the first time in a long time. "Zazu, bring the Dam from the East Harem to me."
The boy, a page, looked up with surprise, so did many others, and then he jumped to his feet, "Right away, Master," he answered with a bow before darting from the room.
"Abdul, will you please find Rashid and bring him here?" the D'Lar asked next, turning to a guard standing near the door. With a fist slapped to his chest, the man left. Quatre looked at the faces surrounding him. "Duo, will you please visit the orphanage? Take Heero, Gohjo, Sakura, Tohru, and Sana with you."
"Of course, Master," the longhaired man replied, heading off to search for the other mentioned persons just as the Dam from the former D'Lar's harem arrived.
"Your majesty," the woman bowed low, keeping her face tilted down, eyes averted. And she waited there for several minutes before daring to look up, finding the current D'Lar staring at her with a frown marring his face. "It does not suit you to frown," she said with a sad smile.
And Quatre remembered why he had called the woman here. "You are free to leave or stay as you wish," the blond ruler said calmly.
"Master?" the woman sounded... frightened.
"The women of the East Harem," Quatre tried to clarify, "are now free. They may chose to leave the Palace, in which case, I will offer them five hundred da'lars to go wherever they will, or they may stay here, in the Palace for as long as I live."
"That... that is very generous of you, your majesty," the woman bowed again.
"Except you," Quatre announced suddenly, and the woman looked up once more, in shock. "That is, I would like you to stay. You have four granddaughters who I would like you to meet and know," he added, nodding towards Meiran and Hilde, and the four little girls.
"Of course... my son," the woman hesitated only a moment before bowing and quickly fleeing from the room.
"That proposition," Quatre said directly to Meiran now, "is also offered to every member of the West Harem. Please see to it that they receive my offer."
"Of course, Master," the dark haired woman nodded, but the smile wouldn't depart from her face.
And then the bull of a man, Rashid, entered the room with urgency. "You call for me, your majesty?" he asked, falling to his knees in a deep bow before the D'Lar's throne.
"Rise, my friend. Please, do not present yourself to me like that ever again," Quatre ordered sternly, and the large man looked up with surprise. Quatre seemed to be receiving many such looks today. Strange...
"There is a woman residing in the West Harem," the blond began again. "I want her removed from there permanently. I am offering five hundred da'lars to the Mangunac who can impregnate her.
"Dorothy, no, please don't get up. Hikaru, you remain as well. Umi, will you please escort Rashid to the West Harem and direct him to Relena? Thank you."
There was a buzzed humming through the room. Quatre stretched and then commented, "You know, I think I'm hungry."
Life in the Palace had changed, and many said the change was for the better.
Some women from the East Harem took up Quatre's offer, taking his money and leaving the Palace, but many more stayed. Those who stayed offered themselves to Quatre but he quickly, sternly, and hopefully politely, declined. The woman were allowed out of the harem when they wished, allowed to spend time with who they wished, and still had a place to return to when all was said and done.
The entertaining room also sported a new look. There was still a table that was pushed up before the D'Lar's thrown for meals, but there were also several other smaller tables throughout the room. Next to the D'Lar's throne, instead of plain wooden chairs, sat three other ornate chairs. In one sat Quatre's mother. In the others sat Meiran and Hilde, the mothers of his children.
There were still pillows and sheer drapes all over the place, but the colors of those accessories had changed. Instead of the deep reds and browns, the room was bathed in sapphire blues, carnelian orange, malachite green, lace agate blue, and even a splash citrine yellow. It was a chaotic mirage of the sea that lay three staples to the west.
Music provided by two or three persons wafted on the air. Incense burned fragrant and dreamily. All in all, the entire atmosphere of the room had metamorphosed into a room truly fitting the new D'Lar.
It was into this room a proud couple was escorted into during dinner one night.
"Your majesty," Rashid greeted with a deep bow of his head. "These two represent their country--"
"Thank you," the woman interrupted, stepping forward, her muddy red hair bouncing on her shoulders. "I am Katherine, of the Clan Zigana. This is my cousin, Trowa. We have traveled from the Zahara so that we may wed the son of the D'Lar of this land in accordance to the treaty signed by my father, Arulien of the Clan Zigana."
She dropped to her knees, as did the boy standing beside and slightly behind her. The room was in silence---which was actually a pretty amazing feat considering how many people where there for the evening meal, including Quatre's daughters.
TBC
Andrea Readwolf
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