04-Apr-2001
Title: Break the Terror of the Urban Spell: Part 7
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Archive: GW Addiction
Category: yaoi, angst, dark
Pairings: 6x2
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff like that. Yeah.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Inspired by Anne Rice's "Sleeping Beauty" trilogy... to a point. Oh, and, a slight language warning.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: Title pulled from Tori Amos... "Riot Poof" off of "to venus and back". C&C appreciated... required if you want more. *chibi fangirl glare* Oh, and, sorry this took so long! I've been quite busy on other projects.
\\START FLASHBACK//Zechs glared at Heero. "Did I give your slave a pep talk? What the hell kind of way to greet someone is that, Yuy?"
Heero raised an eyebrow at the blond man. "Zechs... You were a slave of mine. You passed the course. I do not mind you giving him suggestions as to how to become one of my favorites, but I will not tolerate you taking advantage of him."
"Hmm?" Zechs countered in front of Duo as Heero began to walk toward him.
With a gentle shove, Heero reached for Duo. He pointed to a fading bite mark on his neck. "Well, I see that you've enjoyed him while I was gone. You've marked him. You know I don't tolerate anyone else touching my goods unless I say so. Perhaps you thought that since I didn't explicitly say so, it was all right. From now on, you do not touch him. If I so much as smell you on him, I'm going to rip every pretty strand of hair from *both* your heads, and then I'll tear the other heads off. Do we understand each other?"
Trembling slightly, his face pale, Zechs nodded and stepped away from Duo. "Don't hurt him. He wasn't even willing. You know me." He smiled slightly. "I can make anyone enjoy anything. That's why. Just, don't hurt him. I've already done enough." With a cryptic grin, he grabbed the remainder of his belongings and walked toward the door. "Heero... Duo... Good day to you both. Don't have too much fun. And, Duo? Obey your master. Only then will you be able to conquer anything and everything."
Heero gazed at the door long after it closed, his eyebrows furrowed, his muscles tensed. Finally, he turned to Duo, still harnessed into the silly swinging sex chair. "I take it that you let him have you. The rooms stinks of sex. You smell vile." Heero walked around him slowly, bumping the chair with his hip on every other step. "You're going to go take a shower and scrub every bit of him off of you. There's an enema bag in there. Use it. I will not have my slaves procreating with one another and then being stupid enough not to find enough time to clean up first."
Duo shivered in disgust as his bonds were loosened with fierce hands, and he was unceremoniously dumped from the chair, the phallus sticking slightly, and Heero shaking the chair until Duo fell to the floor, wincing at the light coat of pain that enveloped him. "Damn it, Heero. You could have been *nice* about letting me down. Ever heard the expression that you'll attract more flies with honey than you will with vinegar?"
"Yeah, but I always thought it was stupid. Who wants to attract flies? Get in the shower."
Glaring at the clothed man standing over him in boots looking painful to come in contact with, Duo stood carefully, wincing slightly, then walking off to the bathroom. Once inside the room, he slammed the door shut and reached to lock the door. He frowned as her realized there wasn't a lock. Shaking his head, Duo walked over to the shower and turned on the hot water.
Heero sat outside in the living room, leaning against a few pillows, and shaking his head as he listened to the gentle hiss of the shower that echoed from the bathroom. "Zechs... I don't know what you've done, but this can't work like this. I've got to find out if the two of you know each other. Duo doesn't give himself to me, so why would he give himself to Zechs? Wait a minute... Back during the war... Duo was locked up at OZ for a while. He was... he was at the same base as Zechs. I bet anything that Zechs tried to train him and fucked up royally. That would explain why he won't have anything to do with me. Zechs, darling, I'm going to have to screw you over royally if you fuck this up with me and him! Damn it. The one time I have to actually work to act like a master, and it's not just because I'm in love with my slave, but because someone else tried to train him and did a piss poor job! Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Several pillows were thrown to the other side of the room, and Heero punched a few for good measure.
Finally, he stood, and entered the kitchen, choosing to make another pot of coffee. Duo would be in the shower for a good while, and while he was, Heero would think.
Zechs had never been the model of the perfect slave. He's always had a thing for dominance, and often attempted to try to top Heero. While Heero didn't mind getting topped occasionally, he preferred to lead every action. He wasn't helpless, and couldn't bring himself to be so. Zechs couldn't get that through his pretty blond hair, and now Heero was suffering doubly so for it.
Treize had been training Zechs during his time with OZ. However, Zechs was looking for politics, and finding that he wasn't too fond of submission to a politician, he left OZ, and attempted politics and world theory on his own. When all of his plans were foiled, he crawled back to Treize to continue his training, figuring that he'd at least be worth his weight in gold as a slave. Treize had eased him back into things very quickly, even though they were working in secret. Soon afterward, Treize had died in the final battle of the war, and Zechs found himself yearning for more training.
That's where Heero came in. He was never in the market of buying slaves. He got his thrill in training them, and when he heard a rumor about his former mortal enemy searching for completion of his training, he tracked him down and made him an offer. Zechs had originally turned him down, though months later, after he'd met another slave that Heero had trained, he found himself tracking Heero down and asking him to take him on.
A deal was made: whenever Zechs felt that he had completed his training, he was allowed to leave. However, Heero had it in his mind to give Zechs only a few true opportunities to leave by keeping him busy doing submissive things instead of allowing him him to convert to dominatrix mode. It was a pity that the man had a thing for control; if he'd had less will power, and a little more desire, he could have been a perfect slave.
Zechs had always despised the toys, never realizing that they were an important part of the play. To him, all that one needed was the mind, the body, and the will, and that would be enough for submission and domination. He didn't understand that it was the mind, the body, and the will that enhanced the use of the toys and allowed them to be a breakthrough part of the training.
Heero tensed as he spooned sugar into a mug and poured the strong coffee on top, stirring it well. He'd have to make sure that Zechs was kept away from Duo, but not until they all had a nice long talk the next day. Sighing, Heero rubbed his temples and tried to sort out his thoughts. He knew that Duo had been taken enough that day, and was probably sore and more than usually wary, so he wouldn't try anything that involved penetration. Perhaps he only needed to get used to the chains this evening, even if it would have to be with the explanation, "It's because I don't trust you to keep your hands above your head... yet."
The shower shut off, and Heero immersed himself in listening to Duo search through the cabinets. When he was keeping a slave, there was never more than one towel kept in the bathroom, and judging from past experience, Duo would overlook modesty to keep the towel around his head. Heero sipped at his coffee, attempting to drown his confusion in addiction, knowing that this was a challenge he had to accept, and a vital piece of his life that would be restored.
The bathroom door squeaked open, Heero whispering into the mug," Please... Let this be worth it."
//END FLASHBACK\\
End Part 7
(:./jennykim/break7)
