April 2001
"I'll say 'Game Over'. Anything else means that no matter how I'm acting, it is just an act. Heero, I trust you. It's never been with you... like it was when I was a kid. You don't know how good it feels to surrender to you." Duo shook his head. "Believe me, if I don't like what you're doing I'll let you know. Don't hold back, please. I can take it."
Heero fingered the short helmet. "All right." He leaned over and kissed his maclen deeply, and then just lay for a minute with his forehead against Duo's, staring into that endless expanse of violet. Trust-filled eyes love-filled. "Game over, right?" He had to ask again.
"Game over. But don't expect to hear it. Just thinking about this has me hard as a diamond."
Heero's hand gently moved over hot flesh and Duo moaned. "I see what you mean." He picked up another helmet and gently placed it over Duo's head, freeing a lock of trapped hair. He placed the second helmet over his own head and placed his arms around Duo, pulled him up against his body. He could see nothing, feel nothing but warm skin against his own. Their limbs entwined automatically.
Heero whispered a few command words and raised his hand to press a button on the side of his helmet. The feed was single-mind. If desired, both parties (or however many users there were) could control the scenario. This way, Duo could see, feel, touch, taste, and participate in the game, but all control as far as the settings went came from Heero.
Duo had a flash of disorientation for a moment as jumbled images flowed into his mind. They ended sharply and he felt a hand around his own. A rough, big-knuckled hand nothing like Heero's. A stone floor under his bare feet. He was in total darkness; the air was slightly damp and chilly around him. Someone was leading him somewhere and he followed along behind blindly. He was also aware of the brush of material across the backs of his knees but a touch with his free hand told him his chest was bare.
He blinked as sudden light appeared at the end of the tunnel and saw his guide for the first time. A stooped man, with long iron-grey hair touching his shoulders and midnight eyes. "Get on wi' ye." The man pointed at the light. "He's waiting for ye." He cackled, showing broken, rotten teeth. "And take some advice from old Reilly, eh? Do as he says, an' he may let ye live to see the sunlight tomorrow mornin'. If he feels like it."
Duo swallowed and stepped into the light, and Reilly vanished into the shadows. The longhaired man jumped as a wooden door shut behind him.
He was in a large chamber of sorts. A fire crackled in one wall, providing the room's only light. On the far wall was a tapestry with what appeared to be a family crest; he blinked as he took a closer look at the image of a giant wolf mounting a horse. The wolf was shaggy looking; the horse's tail brushed the ground. Duo swallowed a smile. Very creative.
"A symbol of an unbroken line." Came a voice from the shadows and a figure detached itself from a corner and walked toward him.
Duo had to swallow again. Heero was dressed in blue tights that vanished under a brown doeskin tunic. A belt of finely woven blue cloth encircled his waist and his boots were brown doeskin as well, and tight over his calves. He held a goblet in his hands and took a long sip. He offered the mug to Duo. "Go on, it's only wine."
Duo hesitated and tasted it. It was slightly mulled, spicy and warm, and burned a path down his throat to his stomach. Heero took the mug back. "That's enough. It won't do to have you muddle-headed tonight."
"So this is what it comes down to." Heero sat the goblet down on a long table near the fire. "The last heir of the great Maxwell kingdom, or what used to be the great Maxwell kingdom. Now mine. Both kingdom and heir. After 300 years, it is over. We have been victorious. It is a night for celebration, don't you think?
"Not from my end." Duo spoke for the first time. "Does it make you feel good to have taken the lives of the innocent that easily?"
"War happens. Lives could have been spared if your family had surrendered generations ago instead of waiting until now."
"No one in my family has surrendered at all." Duo retorted, tossing his head proudly. "Just because you claimed our kingdom by force doesn't mean we kneel to you, now or ever."
Heero rubbed his chin, his lips twisting into a feral smile. "Before sunrise, Prince Duo, you will do both. Kneeling, surrendering. That I promise you."
Duo spat on the floor. "I'd rather die!"
"That would make it easier for you, wouldn't it, then the knowledge that you belong to me now. I'm afraid my reputation has preceded me. I've tried to be discreet but you know how rumors are. Stories of my... conquests surely must have reached your kingdom."
Duo took a step back toward the door. "It's locked. And it won't unlock without my say." Heero shrugged. "There's nowhere to run, my little captive. Who would dare oppose their king to rescue an enemy prince?"
"Those stories... they can't be true. Not even of a Yuy." Duo licked his lips nervously.
"What have you heard?" Heero asked gently.
"That you prefer... men to women. That you enslave them, make them... oh god. "
"Yes, my prince, I become their god." Heero agreed. "Even the proudest crawl to me, begging me to touch them, take them. Sometimes I accept their offers, sometimes I do not. The longer they keep me entertained, the longer I allow them to live."
"As I have said, I prefer death."
"So you have said. But the deaths did not come by my hands. I sent them to the barracks and my men, who are only permitted to indulge at my whim, were careless in their eagerness. But if that's what you prefer, being pinned to a filthy cot under some soldier who's last bath came on the day the mid-wife dragged him from his mother's womb..."
"No... "
"The choice, my prince, is yours to make. "
"Not much of a choice." Duo still stood proudly.
"Look at it from this simple point of view. I'm larger than you. I can force you to bend to my desires if that's what I choose. You are an intelligent young man, you know that it will be easier, and hurt far less, for you to submit yourself. You are by far the most beautiful captive I've ever taken. Your hair is like the autumn leaves here. But it displeases me to see it bound like that. I will see it loose. Undo it."
Duo didn't move.
"Or shall I invite my soldiers to release it for you, my prince?" Heero made a motion toward the door.
Duo reached up and untied his hair, letting it fall heavily over his bare shoulders and back.
"Exquisite." Heero walked toward the other man and touched the loose silk. "When I first captured you, I thought the surest way to break you would be to cut it off, but even I am above that depravity. I wish to possess your beauty, not tarnish it."
"I will... submit to you." Duo forced the words out. "But I will not surrender."
"If you insist." Heero shrugged. "But I believe you will change you mind, my prince." He ran a hand down Duo's chest to the top of the short cloth tied around his waist. "I've had your finery kept whole, pretty one. If you please me I will return it. The more you please me the more rewards you will earn. But this... " He tugged at the cloth. "It is not a garment befitting a prince, not even a defeated one. Remove it."
Duo hesitated for a moment then bowed his head; unwrapping the cloth and letting it fall to the floor.
Heero sucked in his breath. "Perfect. I remember when I first saw you, the first time we battled. I ached to possess you. Like a wild stallion on the plains. Untamed, untouched. There is a fine line between taming such a beast and breaking its spirit. One is an art, the other a crime. Yes, my beautiful stallion, tonight you will learn to accept my bit and bridle." He ran a hand up Duo's thigh and moved it inward. Duo closed his eyes. Heero chuckled.
"It would seem a least one member..." he smiled at his own pun. "of the great Maxwell dynasty is curious to see if those stories about me are really true."
"You are using black magic. I've heard your kingdom possesses it. Or you drugged the wine." Duo protested.
"Neither, my sweet prince. And if I possessed dark magic I would have claimed you with it long before tonight. As I have stated, I have wanted to own you for a very long time now." He moved his hand behind Duo, and down the curve of his rump. Duo forced himself to hold still. Heero touched a spot on the small of his back, just above where the cleft began and Duo's eyes opened wide. "Ah... you like that. That's a sensitive area for me as well." Heero nodded. "There are numerous spots on a body that can provide pleasure. In a body as well. But that's might be a bit advanced for your first lessons. He leaned closer and Duo could smell the rich wine on his breath. Heero's mouth rested against his ear. A second later he felt the man's tongue run along the ridges and a gentle suction on his earlobe. A soft finger trailed along his balls and he felt the edge of a thumb scrape against them. He tried to hold back a whimper but it escaped anyway. There was a chuckle against his ear and a hand wrapped tightly around his erection.
"No... you've taken my family, my throne. I won't let you have my dignity as well." Duo protested.
"Dignity? You're standing naked and hard in the bedchamber of your new liege." Heero retorted. "About to come in my hand." He stroked Duo's manhood. "You were made for this." He breathed softly. "Put on this world for my pleasure alone." His strokes increased and Duo's hips moved in time as the man still shook his head in protest.
Just as he was about to go over the edge, the movement ceased." Heero's eyes were only inches away from Duo's. "Do you want me to continue? Two words will make me do so. 'I surrender'."
"No!"
Heero gave him a little more friction, brought him a bit closer to heaven. "Say it, Prince Duo. 'I surrender'"
"I... "
"Yes?"
"I... hope you rot in hell!" Duo breathed. Heero removed his hand.
Without warning the smaller man found himself gathered up and carried toward the bed. He beat his hands on Heero's back but was held fast. A moment later he was face down on Heero's lap, his nose near the soft quilt, his rear raised high in the air.
Heero stroked it, and Duo felt a forefinger caress the tight opening. Then without warning the hand raised and came down across the flesh in a slap. Duo yelped, and the hand descended again. Each slap left his rump a little more red, and ground his aching erection deeper into Heero's upper leg. Finally he was released. He huddled on the bed next to Heero and glared at him balefully, resisting the urge to rub his bottom.
"Lay down on your back." Heero commanded. "Tonight, Your Highness. I grow impatient."
Duo complied. Heero slid over his body, chuckling. The longhaired man let his rebuke out in a whisper of air and need instead as Heero blew moist breath over his groin. "If the mind and heart will not surrender, the body will." He said softly, and drew the hard flesh into his mouth.
The suckling was frantic, urgent; Heero had just as great of a need to taste his lover as Duo had to release himself into that hot, sweet mouth so it didn't last long. Duo's back arched off the bed as he spilled into Heero's gullet again and again, his muscles locking up tightly, and then releasing reluctantly. Heero continued sucking until every drop was gone, then raised his head, licking his lips slowly. "That was truly a feast fit for a king." He smirked.
Duo shivered at the memory. "You've gotten what you wanted. You've proved you have control over my body, traitor that it is. Let me go back to the dungeon now."
"I have proven I am the master of your body. You have yet to name me the master of your soul." Heero reminded him. "And I will settle for no less."
"No man is my master." Duo argued. "Calling me yours doesn't make it so."
"No, but you declaring yourself mine will." Heero stripped off his tunic, his erection straining at the blue tights. His boots followed quickly and he lowered himself down on Duo, rubbing his hardness against his bare body. "But I'll make a wager with you, my prince."
"Wager?"
"Before the sun rises in the sky, you will have surrendered all to me. If you win, then you win your freedom. If I win, you are mine."
"I accept."
"You poor little fool. Don't you know I've already won?" Heero sighed. "You will. Very soon." He stood up on the bed over Duo and peeled off the tights slowly, casting them aside. "Look at me, my prince. Soon you will know every inch of my body. Soon just the thought of my cock will make you squirm with desire." He stroked himself, and with an agile movement was back on the bed, crouching over Duo, breathing hard. He grabbed one long-fingered hand and wrapped it around himself. "Touch me, little prince. Know me." He thrust into Duo's hand urgently. Duo sucked in a deep breath, his own manhood swollen once more.
Heero pulled Duo's hand away and flipped him over on his belly. "I will be gentle this time, my prince. But I am a lusty lover; in the future you will not be treated as tenderly."
"There won't be a future. You will lose the wager and I'll walk out of here, if you are a man of your word."
"I am, and you will not." Heero promised. Duo felt his cheeks parted, and a slick finger enter him.
"What are you doing? Stop!"
"If I take you without preparing you, you will hurt, you will bleed. I do this for your benefit my little prince." Another finger worked its way into the tight passage.
"Do you remember me telling you about pleasure zones? Let me show you another one." The fingers flexed and Duo jerked. "Yes, you are learning." A low chuckle.
The fingers were removed and Duo was jerked into his hands and knees. A hand grabbed his erection, and he felt Heero's hardness at the entrance to his body. Helpless, he tried to impale himself on it, but Heero drew back.
"Two words, my prince. 'I surrender.' Then we'll both have what we want." The opening was parted as Heero slid the tip of his manhood into it.
"Please."
"That's not what I want to hear." Heero stroked Duo's erection. "'I surrender'"
"I... SURRENDER!" Duo cried out. "Do it!"
"Very good." Heero nodded and with a quick jerk was impaled fully in his lover. "By your own words, you are mine now, my prince." He drew back and thrust again. "Mine to take as often as I wish... and I will be taking you very often."
Duo gasped and slammed back into the hardness invading him, the fist stroking him.
"Come now, my little stallion. Let this seal the end of our wager." Heero's voice was hoarse. "Let it go, let it come."
Duo shuddered at the words as he climaxed, gushing again and again. Heero's own release followed soon, the other man holding tightly to his hips as he filled him with his seed.
Both collapsed in a tangled heap, breathing heavily.
Duo blinked as the castle room faded. He was back in Heero's apartment, lying naked in his lover's arms, his stomach and Heero's sticky with their releases.
"Welcome back." Heero purred, setting the helmets next to the bed. "Did you enjoy that, my prince?"
"And what have you been reading in your spare time?" Duo said in a stunned voice. "That was... intense."
"So you'll be willing to do it again?"
"Oh yeah." Duo nodded. "Definitely." Then frowned. "The spanking was a little much, you know."
"Oh that?" Heero smirked. "That, my stallion, was for what you did to my computer."
End Chapter Fourteen
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